| Monday, January 22, 2007 |
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at the start of the year. it's already so mentally and physically taxing. everyone i've grumbled to now knows i have 4 trainings in school and maybe 1-2 outside. i'm trying not to complain but what seemed like a passion yesterday has metamorphorsized into a mundane routine. or it least i'm having less fun than ever. that why i always think competitions are screw ups. okay. maybe not if you go there and wipe the grin off everyone's faces but trashing their butts. KEEP THE COURT CLEAN. TRASH YOUR OPPONENTS. is what i saw on a nike shirt that day with kel while hunting for tournament attire. unfortunately, this isn't gonna happen anytime soon. especially with the seniors gone and with my batch, i try to keep the positive level up although it's so every challenging to do so. the original joy of playing is gone. what is left of us is the stress as sec4s to uphold the name of the school is our upcoming SUCK-iest draw we've had in a MIL years. but everyone's facing the same problem, it being the SYF year and all. SO JIAYOU CRAZIER!!!! and for the sports and games, it doesn't really make a difference since year in year out we fight it out in the zonals then nationals. all i can be thankful for is that we get to enter nationals straight. but that also means the competitiveness and intensity level is much higher. then again. what is a competition for without the desire to win? what is left now is an empty tired shell which will be entirely exhausted of by the end of tournament. did anyone see my soul? but we shall jiayous. for we're all stuck in such a helpless predicament where fate manipulates us to his whimps and fancies. all we can do is try to survive this game of his where we're all chess pieces, fighting for the last ounce of strength. when i look at my phone, it never rings. where are you when i need you. it seems that we were never meant to be at all. |