Late Sundays

I know I'm supposed to be asleep. Well. This thing is bothering me. Well the next three years are gonna be a big suffer. The subjects will be so much harder that I can't imagine. But I'm doing this for a degree. Ish. I have too many things to busy. Four instruments, and badminton. I'm not gonna give up on any of them. I'm so not. I don't care whatever they say, badminton is my freaking everything. Yeah it's once a week. But this once can make me wanna add more. I feel like I need more training. So there goes more than once.

These few weeks I'm going out with ma sis. Idk why but. She's finally bringing me out. One of the reasons is some of her friends want me there. Oh gosh. They ask, and I can go. And being out there practicing with them, I can freaking sense my tiny-bit of improvement. My footsteps. I am trying hard to change them, so that I could survive covering full court. I love sensing this little improvement. Well. At least it works.

The bad part is, we go out, and come back really late. I just bathe. It's 1.40. Damn. My dad was unhappy with that. My sister was unhappy that he's unhappy. She said she's not gonna bring me out anymore. Damn. I just found my favourite partner. He's a state player. Maybe you can say that his state is really small, that's why he's one. But he is good. Well. He suits to be one. He likes to partner with me. Coz I'm the only girl there that could actually play. Erm. How should I explain.

He's actually one of the best guy partners that I would love to work with. Total uo there's only three. First one, my old training friend. Uh they say he likes me but I don't really believe that. Second is my current training mate. He's a realllly awesome friend. And also, awesome badminton player. And now the third one is this guy. :) he trusts me. He doesn't treat me like I'm a statue and I need full cover. No way. He trusts me a lot! And he gives me that.... mental energy to keep on fighting. Gosh.

If this is the last time my sister is bringing me out, I'm screwed. The only extra training I have. Poof. No more. Damn it. I can't let that happen. Miracles can happen. I've seen it. My dad's a person that doesn't let me go out with guys. Uh. For badminton,  I could go because there's a bunch of them. Well. And he knows I love this sport. A lot. He recently approved an "outing" or a "date?" He actually said YES and let me go with a guy. Maybe he could still let me have my extra training on late Sundays. Oh please. I need this.

It's my only chance.