Sleepless in Bedok

my hand hurts! i couldn't sleep and i feel that pain in both hands more, pain that i ignored earlier. its like the skin is burnt, but then i realised now its from hitting the ball wrongly.
somehow my volley ball this weak stinks. it started with a heavy rain but of course the organiser texted us saying that the show goes on, as usual. i only managed to play 1 set 'cos due to the number of turnouts, they did the winner stays on court rule. and of course i was in the losing team. i actually ended up being in a team where the 3 guys are pretty competitive. so it was a blessing in disguise when we were told to get off the court. since there's another ball we decided to practice and that was when we found an abandoned court. yay. with the drizzling no one in their normal mind would want to play but we did. we played with our own rule. 4 on 3 and i think we ended up doing more laughing and running, especially when the ball was thrown to the sea. we had to run faster to get it before it hits the water. two of us literally fell into the sea while 'saving' it. it was fun though the wet ball made hitting it properly more difficult and i believe everyone ate a fair amount of sand because its very wet that it just stick at the ball, on our skin and clothes.
left early as i'm meeting my ex flatmate for the fireworks *thanks again for the tix* . went to the gym for a quick shower first as i was literally covered in sand. felt a little embarrassed reaching the gym with my shin and feet covered with sand, and don't get me start with the tshirt.it's so darn sticky cos its wet sand that i have difficulty cleaning up *of course i am lazy to use the public shower before leaving*. a big apology to the cleaner because i left quite a large amount of sand in the changing room.
firework was good, similar to last year, but this time around it was accompanied by music. my imagination of a 'musical fireworks' is that it should be similar to those 'musical fountains' . i know that is impossible to achieved. but still ....
on my way home, my little finger was touched by an old man's ciggy. i looked at him waiting for him to apologies but he just looked at me and pointed to another guy. he's blaming others for his wrongdoing! i was annoyed and said 'its you' to which he shook his head and insisted it was the other guy. i blxxxdy well know who's ciggy it was that i simply stared at him saying 'no, its you. you' and walked off. some people. instead of standing up admitting their fault they blamed others for that!