The past 2 weeks have been undeniably and unsurprisingly tiring. Floorball trainings have taken everyday of the week except Wednesday and Sunday. Very soon, we’ll be on full gear and trainings are gonna be a helluva more exhausting (but fulfilling, I must emphasize). These days, NTU is like our second home. I forsee ACS Barker will be our new one soon. For me, the past week has been floorball, lunch, SATs, floorball, dinner, SATs continuously. That’s bound to change, now that I’ve finally tackled my SATs this Saturday.
Aristal was a splendid night. The choreographies were amazing though I admit some were just plain weird. More precisely, it was splendid because of these wonderful people :)
Friendly with VJC (2 June)
4-3. We played 4 periods. The usual would be 3 periods. If that had been the case, it would have been 3-0. A clean win for us. Thankfully, in the last shift, Huizhen made an awesome wrist pass to my blade such that I could get a direct shot at the goal, away from the goalie. These are the kinda shots we are aiming for, assisting one another with, and carefully perfecting them time after time. The awful reality is that there isn’t much time left to keep learning. By now, we should be already rooted in the basics of the game.
PSC Test (3 June)
For 4 hours, my legs were cramped and numb, my hands were shivering, my mind was screaming and my stomach was growling so annoyingly. Still, patterns are fun and stimulating!
CDAC camp (2 to 4 June)
Some kids were adorable but some were exceptionally irritating. Thank goodness my patience had set in or my fury would have simply translated into a punch in the face.
SAT Reasoning Test (7 June)
I reason that I need not visit the Artic or Antartica to know how cold it would be cus I already have. I dare say the aircon was gusting below 12 degrees. My entire body was frozen. Now, I truly appreciate the wonders of a jacket. There I was, in the middle of the badminton hall, shivering like a mouse, trying desperately to shade my OAS sheet but my hands refused to move any faster. The constant patter of the rain on the tin roof of the hall kept distracting me from my thoughts. Time’s up. I prepared to make a quick dash for the door. Damn it. The invigilators spent 20 mins consolidating the papers. Once out of the hall, I heaved a sigh of relief from the cold and the anxiety. My skin was still as cold as that of a reptile though.
CIP at Gracehaven (9 June)
It was splendidly tiring. The company was splendid while the painting job was tiring. I have so far inhaled 47493576321 toxic substances. I met the same boy who wanted to kill me with a floorball stick last session. Only this time round, he wanted to kill gimlim and me with a basketball.
Lastly, I just wanted to mention the trio – Gary, Kinphang, Louis. They are unbelievably funny, simple and incredible friends. Gary is the guy who is obsessed with his hair. Even on court, he would unconsciously sweep, flick or meddle with his hair. Kinphang is the gangster wannabe. He walks with his shoulders crouched over, his strides are wide and apart, and waves his stick in one hand. Louis is a shaggy dog. A tall and fast shaggy dog. Everytime I talk to him, I have to lift my neck up really high while he cranes his. Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOUIS!
