[C'EST MOI]
living paradox. individualist with anarchistic tendencies.
eludes eminence but appreciates subtle recognition.
capricious yet dependable. clandestine and unfathomable.
cynical realist who succumbs to the occasional idealism.
[J'AIME]
music. films. feasting & drinking. team sports.
good company; family, friends and those who share similar interests.
Thursday 13th January: After making it through a dreadfully long day at school followed by tuition, I was found tiptoe-ing in the middle of a large, sweaty crowd in a poorly ventilated sports hall, trying to steal a glimpse at the cheerleaders with grins plastered on their faces as if they were wearing masks. Other than the Oohs and Ahhs from the spectators when there were maginificent throws or falls, incessant chatter rang throughout the hall and it threatened to blow up my already throbbing head.
Finally, at 10.30pm, it was our hall's turn to perform and soon after, the 5 of us - all very noticeably tired and drained, religiously made our way to the squash courts at NIE for some final training and strokes before the big day. Despite the fatigue we were all experiencing, we played hard and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. It was one of the most fun training I ever had.
Friday 14th January: I woke up with a badly swollen eyelid. Not a very auspicious way to start the big day, but with some help from this freakingly expensive eye gel from the pharmacy, the pain in my eye subsided so I could put on my contact lenses. That evening, well-rested from the training the night before, we were all geared up to face our fierce competitors.
Much as we wanted badly to win, we lost marginally - two games to three. Joanne, being the I/C, was very disappointed and even took the blame on herself for not winning her game. I too, lost my game and although we came so close to the gold medal AND a picture of us outside the hall's reading room, it slipped from us so quickly and went straight into the arms of the Hall 7 players.
However, I would like to express my pride in my team. We've shown a tremendous improvement from when we first started playing the preliminary games. Everyone was totally focused on their matches and really gave it their all there in the small, oxygen-deficient, heat accumulating courts. We may not have gotten the gold medals and a mention in the Hall Olympiad magazine, but we are definitely champions! The fighting spirit, the team unity, the determination we displayed is definitely sufficient to say that WE ARE THE BEST TEAM.
Emotional support within a strong team
After the match, a tinge of sadness lingered on - both because we missed our victory so minimally and also because this means that our fervent trainings would come to an end for the moment. Nonetheless, we were all out to celebrate our wonderful time together and what better way to do so than to eat, talk, chill and have fun!
It was to Holland V for a sumptious dinner of sambal stingray, sotong and lots more; alot of talking crap and laughing and more talking; then to Wala Wala for drinks and good music by EIC; then to town for ice-cream and more.... and of course, because of our dear Joanne, the outing was filled with numerous toilet breaks in between (those who were present will know what I'm talking about).
It was sad to say goodbye at the end of the night (actually it was already morning) but c'est la vie. I hate this feeling at the end when all the excitement dies down and you realise you're back in your normal mundane life ALONE.
Saturday 15th January: It feels good to be back home - although I'm aching all over and my eye is still itchy and slightly swollen. It's nice to have my sis chattering non-stop again and passing silly comments to make me laugh. I now know why I gain weight everytime I'm home - cause my sis keeps asking me if I'm hungry and volunteers to cook noodles or make some mash potatoes for me (she's an aspiring chef/ baker). I'm now full, satisfied and yes, of course, delirious.
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