the past week has been eventful. training in the first half, slacking in the second half.
sunday night i was busy counting, resulting in an hour's sleep for monday morning's killer training. i would say that i had a near-death experience, when my hyperventilating didn't stop after a period of time like it usually does. this time, probably due to the lack of sleep and fatigue, my body wasn't receiving enough blood around the limbs, something like anemia, that's what it felt like. pins and needles at my fingertips and feet constantly for half an hour i assumed,and each movement feeling like the muscles are about to cramp up anytime, is not an experience i would like to try again. if george is right, about 50% being in the mind, then i would probably attribute my current hyperventilations to fear. fear of my knees buckling to the point of no return, fear of dying from hyperventilating, fear of fainting, fear of never being able to catch up in fitness, fear of not being able to lead the team, fear of not winning anything next year.
the plan for monday after training was to have lunch in school with everyone, wait for the delivery of hockey balls, go home and regain lost sleep, pack for the next day's camp and chalet, then bring the necessities over to central green before sleeping again. plans were changed from lunch, when everyone went chinatown to eat, i ate lunch in school, derek stayed with me to wait for ball delivery, and as usual it was late. went home to slack, but surprisingly didn't fall right asleep. a message came, which changed well, the rest of monday. did minimal packing, and minimal sleep. maybe it was just emotions resurfacing, i felt more alive. i was just on time, despite the hassle that went on before i left the house. body of lies is supposedly good according to the ratings, but i had a little trouble concentrating on the movie thus i can't comment too much on it. dinner, a stroll, a walk home.we parted, with some things are just left unsaid. as the lift reached my floor, my dad was just standing outside the lift. talk about great timing and coincidence.
tuesday morning was the ever rare NJ pitch trainings, followed by a scheduled day camp. a 20 minute run requested by the coach the day before started at 8am, to which the senior's annoyance, 'a waste of pitch time to be used running AROUND the pitch'. despite that, the rest of training was just drills. continuously. my mouth was parched. little primary school kids raiding the pitch annoyed me. the walk to adam road food centre was lethargicly slow. lunch was critisized by ever-healthy ex-captain which led us to be a little more aware of our future eating habits. the walk back to school was overrun by taking the bus. and from then on, 'what schedule??' camp consisted of bridge and asshole daidee. maybe a little charades, barefoot soccer from me, and short corner practiced by the guys. gateclimbing was once again practiced, and the three-persons sleepover in a three-bedroom empty apartment started.
wednesday morning. testimonial match. what meant to be a fun, relaxing match against the seniors was turned into a sunburnt nightmare.the arrival of george five minutes before the games started led to about 14 times 100 yard sprints up and down the pitch. need i say my body still rejects these runs in the form of hyperventilating and ankle soreness? the games started half an hour behind schedule, guys, then girls. with the current pathetic numbers, we played a five-a-side half pitch game with the help of opy joining our side. 20 minutes of running up and down plus the previous runs resulted in 10 exhausted girls. the guys played their second half(which meant to be a mixed senior girls and guys vs junior girls and guys) when our pitch booking time was up. i wanted the experience of playing a fullpitch match again, and subbed senior justin somewhere between a quarter to half of the game. it was junior guys plus george vs senior guys plus senior-senior-senior guys. and so the junior girls became the subs for the senior team, with the whole left side and centre half eventually being girls. by 11 am we stopped, with the Sun having no mercy on the players running around on the green continuously under the whim of a coach. there is no point in announcing results for such a game right? it took close to more than an hour to recover, bathe before getting out of CCAB to adjourn for lunch at tiong bahru plaza. people we met and played with a few hours before started showing up at the door for the 'chalet' at central green, with eventually majority of the people falling asleep on beds, floors and couches. chalet activities ensued, mostly mahjong, cards,taboo and domination of the laptop by the alumni trio - playing marvel vs capcom streetfighters. dinner arrived, yum. presents were presented, juniors left on their exploration trip, with me too lazy to step out hung around the house with seniors slowly turning red. escape to the poolside and garden was a temporary relief. juniors back from exploration trip, seniors were beet-red. alumni trio left, with some senior guys taking over the streetfighting. i joined the seniors only when my niche game was played. which ex-gymnast wouldn't covert a game of twister? team girls vs team guys led to me vs felix. that was a draw game, and although everyone commented on or game being the most complicated, i can't comment much on it since i was pretty comfortable stretching my muscle aches on the floor and i can't exactly look at myself as a third party's view. the end of twister meant knock out for the juniors into the rooms, and seniors watching gossip girl season 2 which i happened to have transferred onto my brother's laptop. i myself knockedout at i'm guessing 3 hours into thursday.
woke early enough at 8am, had a triple breakfast of peanut butter sandwich, nuggets and cornflakes in milk. my long lost skill at mahjong was revived, followed by triple deck asshole daidee on the floor with everyone.its one of the few times i could call myself rather than other people an asshole. lunch at kopitiam again, before a little more grocery shopping, and back to the apartment for a 3 hour afternoon nap? swimming plans were postphoned plus circumstances forbid me to, metal slug ensued, then dinner was cooked. post-dinner was watching derek and travis swim, then gossip talk by the jacuzzi. i took a short nap by the poolside as people went to wash up, then the nap continued as norman bathed and the rest played metal slug. some miscommunication meant the excursion to mr teh tarik started only on friday, close to 2am.
midnight snacking of prata, then went back to find liu sprawled asleep on the sofa after watching vampire knight episode 10. me and norman had a worms armageddon showdown till 5, before a very short, frequently interrupted sleep till 10am.breakfast was needed for the following house clean up, before my parents came to chase us out, to bring me or rather my mom to the picard bag sale. oh did i mention there was lots of alchohol left in the fridge and we did have a little taste of the frozen shot glasses before my parents arrived. back to bag sale. got a nice long wallet with a zebra horse printed on the cover. went home to get ready to turn into cuitian's supporter for SPstar. i made stace wait, but the concert was pretty draggy.contestants - some sang great, some went off-key. some only pleased me with the choice of songs. me and stace decided not to watch the second half after the refreshments which was just prize giving and a lucky draw, and so we went for our dinner date at city hall. Shokudo japanese pasta. a new favourite restaurant of mine now. great tasting pasta, with student meals available even on friday nights. cute waiter with really nice hair was a plus point, all only for 10 bucks including GST. somehow the food was great enough that my dream last night, surprise surprise, was that me, stace and cui went back to shokudo to eat pasta (:
typing makes me hungry. and if you've read every word till here, you're either a stalker of mine, or just plain free.
need i say i'm thinking of you each time i'm alone?