As time goes by...

Yes.

I was about to write concerning my latent downers once more but I soon realize that I do not need another round of mental trashing/beating; especially when my exams are just around the corner. I really need to get everything together, build myself up again and do whatever I can to not do badly in my mid terms. Besides, I’ve got better things to write about - other than the fact that everyone’s going Mac. Go Yee Hou kor!

Well, my tennis and basketball meets are history. I didn’t do well in both. Tennis - partly because I haven’t touched my racquet in one and a half years as I’ve been stressing and basketball - because I didn’t realize how much it meant to me until it was a tad bit too late. Yeah, it is my last year and it was a waste. We were pretty good, at least compared to the previous years. Prior to this year’s basketball MSSNM, we used to receive the coup de grace at each year’s preliminary round. But this time, we made it to the quarters. Even though we were so close to have made it to the semis, I’m still rather proud of all my basketball peeps. *SMiLES*

Anyhow, I guess it’s been made pretty obvious that I’m very much attached to the basketball girls. I never like being emotionally dependent on others because I’m very much aware that it’ll only cause me misery. But now that I’m stuck with it, I suppose I do have to harness this melancholic attachment and channel it into a… calling? *SNiGGERS* Muh bad, I can’t help the fact that me brain is all over the place.

Okay, let’s get down to business; what good can my hunger for being depressed and to miss people possibly do? Well, I do, on the other hand, ENJOY being down in the dumps at times. I don’t really know why. Perhaps it is because being low and gloomy gives me a reason to sulk. And I must say, sulking is quite satisfying as it contrasts my every day life. XD Don’t worry; I know when to draw the line. I know that I am the author of my destiny and the pilot of my dreams, as cliché as it sounds. So yes, I’m aware that my mood will only be jeopardized if I allow it to. Truth be told, as we speak, some one’s niggling at me with her persistent fault-finding and continuous urging, but I couldn’t care less. LoL.

Nevertheless, I speak of it again. The closeness and affection towards my teammates are increasingly and ever more overwhelming and immense than I have ever and could possibly even think of imagining. I hope it’s not a one-way façade, fabricated by my wild and obsessive mind’s eye. But what ever it is, the truth remains; these five days, has made such impact. It may just as well be an infatuation or a mere interlude in my transition back to earth, but, the fact still remains; these five days, has left me inundated with MPS - once again, the Missing People Syndrome.

It cuts me deep as I probably won’t be training with these people any longer as it’s about time I took care of my dear leg and start focusing on my studies; but then again… I might still train as I love the game and I love the people.

Why so? Simple. We ate together, we laughed together, we did stupid things together and we even mobbed the other teams as one. We got pissed at each other but eventually lent each other our shoulders anyway; we supported each other and we cheered with one heart and one voice. We played as we soaked to the skin as it rained and we sweated under the scorching sun. We did 15-minute horse stance together and we did those funny yet painful drills together. We were a team.

In fact, we ARE a team, through thick and thin.

PS. THANK YOU Piggy the Coachie for hearting us.
PSS. THANK YOU Yok Bin for training us too.
PSSS. THANK YOU Pay Fong for the friendly match.
PSSSS. THANK YOU IJC FOR BEING THERE!
PSSSSS. SEE YOU ON WEDNESDAY @ SEOUL GARDEN!!
PSSSSSS. NO. 10 still so CUTEEEE!