my labour day.

Time for some updates & crystallisation of thots...

experience my worst exam schedule today,
having a 9am & 1pm paper back-to-back ain't an easy task,
I'm sure I felt a looming panic attack,
but yeah,
meditation & breathing control helps.

Lost myself in midst the buffering time,
and that cost me my transponder.
lost but not found.
a timely event just 1 hr b4 my next paper & the last thing I want is to be barred frm my very own room.
barred frm d very notes & text needed for my open-bk.

I compliment my regain of control to slavage the situation.
Crisis-managment I call it.

A decent grade is all I ask.

***

A short stint to KL over the labourious-weekend (literally).
I'm glad I made the best out of it despite how seeminglying ridiculous it is when I have 4 more papers awaiting me.
nope, I wasn't overload with confidence.
but yes, I enjoyed myself greatly.

It's comforting to relinquish memories of oversea trips & competitions,
recall the juggling of schwork, trainings & committments.
It had been tough & not without my fair share of frowns & grumbles,
yet I persist in embracing this life with satisfaction & appreciation.
Life hasn't been fair many say,
but I've gotten my fair share anyway.

It may not be the same team,
but I'm more than exhilirated knowing the whole of netball circle is sharing a common experience.
*gasp*
It's not an everyday affair that u travel with members of the open, u21, nike, blaze, sneakers, ex-players, umpires, coaches, managers, NS officials & personnels, photographers, supporters, gfs, bfs & even husband of fellow netballers...
not to mention actually sharing meals, jokes or even hold a conversation.
For once, we are a single family of netballers.
even typing it down now leaves me awestruck & slightly shaken.
I can't desribe the magical feel & I wonder at my own emotions.

silly jokes & laughters, whines & grumbles, nottie tricks & pranksters, photo-taking & shopping, gossips & of cuz
... netball games...
these are jus some brief reminisce of my memories during this short stay.

I was afixed for a moment when the bus stopped outside the sports hall.
I could still vividly recall the U-17 '00 team posing for a shot at the very stairs we alighted.
Entering thru the doors of the stadium, a door that once opened me to a whole new horizon.
I can almost imagine seeing the alignment of teams at the courts,
a sea of alternate red, white & blue.
Hear the cheers & rowdiness of the crowd,
feel the invaluable sense of pride.
and of cuz, how can I forget the adrenaline on court.

when was the last time I wore the Singapore tracksuit ?
It shouldn't be too long ago.

I'm not bitter,
in fact I'm really contented.
Fate has been v kind to me...
how lucky I have been to be able walked d path of the privilege,
n experience the remarkable character of every netballer that has been on my journey.
Not a single one ever failed to leave an impression in me...
Amazed at their enduring passion & strength,
inspired by the undying spirit in them.
I withness courage frm falls,
I admire their grit to stand to their calls.

I will continue my journey,
maybe less pebbled than before
but nevertheless,
intriguing.