So I forgot what I wanted to post, or the main gist of this entry.

Which is kind of dumb.

Anyway, PE today was slack, considering that I had worse ones before.
Basically it was just 3 rounds around the field for warm up, then sort of this mini training for each station.
30 sit ups, standing broad jump styled jumps to this particular white line(maximum 8 jumps), then 30 push ups (5 normal, 5 diamond, repeat.) shuttle run to that white line back and forth twice. Then run a 4 rounds around the track(attempt to finish under 7 min)

I might have mixed up the order so take it as you will. (I know the running part is the last)

After SBJ, my legs turned wobbly and almost collapsed.
And I realized how cui I am.

Which also meant after the whole PE, I just died-ed. (The attempt to run under 7 min failed terribly; I took 9 min 36 sec, and I was one of the last few u__u)

I don't remember being this weak for PE! I remember I had worse PE sessions when I was sec 3 or 4, after which I would emerge drowning in my own sweat, and feeling almost a little faint. But I know it was good and beneficial, so I didn't kind of died.

But now I feel like PE became slack, and I became cui. And it doesn't help that I'm losing motivation and the perseverance to endure PE and I'm not those type of people who takes the initiative to go run and exercise. I'm unhealthy and a couch potato. (The fact that I'm writing this now confirms this assertion.)

Perhaps I'm getting distracted.

Every single day I think of what a hell hole this damned education lair is, what kind of an abomination it is, and what species of bird-brained cretins the school authorities are. As my mind progressively fills up with these kind of thoughts, my blood boils. As it gradually seems to be bursting at its seams, my hatred seep deep down with passion, turning my heart into a solid, ugly, lifeless black. A void, hollow black.

The wrong and injustices that I have suffered, and the unjust treatment that they have bestowed upon me, are currently fuelling my wrath and fury.

Perhaps, on the way, I tripped over some obstacle, and fell on my face. Hard.

Now is not the time to be distracted, and it is time I get back up on my feet.

It wasn't the kind of mistake I'd have chosen to make, either.