still lickin' my paws

back from MONSTER training camp

Thursday, December 24, 2009

i looked down at the pair of tan shiny hands. NOPE. not my sister's, they're mine.. OH FREAK. my hands are officially as tan as my sister's after breaking out free from canoepolo training camp. never had i done so much "twinklestars"(you basically lift up your arms perpendicular to the front or sides of your body and flick your fingers 20 times X no. of people X number of rounds..sometimes X no. of sets) or pushups or chinups(assisted duh) or dips or bathed so much in a span of 3 days..SHAGGED. i came home and drop dead for 14 hours on bed.

reported on sunday night because seniors fear people will be late for 6.15am 3-4km run afterwhich THEN we proceeded for breakfast. probably because we couldnt sleep well the night before, by lunch we felt it was day 2 already which unfortunately, hell has yet to befall. ): ok so land training water training feeding time more training and blah blah blah. thankfully the next morning's run was slighting later at 7am where there was LIGHT and i could SEE WHAT I WAS STEPPING ON EACH STRIDE I TAKE. THANKFULLY. breakfast again and more trainings and trainings.. ok. a short 1.5hr game of handball and that was the only irrelevant part of the training. sad. was looking forward to day 3 games initially until senior R shocked us that it was canoepolo games. fun to her but to shagged-from-day-1 juniors, AW MAN! when we finally thought the camp was over, "SURPRISE!" let's go diving pool do pushups/crunches before heading in for dips. *faints* im totally not looking forward to the next training camp. haha. although i brought this upon myself lol. those hungry and bonding and food proceeded on to west mall for sakae buffet(I DONT LIKE SUSHI. BUT I DIDNT HAVE A CHOICE. =.=)

so here's generally how i look now:

brown hair. bleached from chlorine, especially under the sun which increased the reaction rate.
super uneven tan. wherever's covered = fair. wherever's not = red-brown-orange
huge bruises on hands and legs, especially the shin. surprisingly, none was due to paddles. the bruise on my hand was during the handball game whereas those on my shin and knee were due entrance and exit of canoe and during roll-overs(the act of turning over when you capsize)
eyes. normal. but they was kinda red from exhaustion and all the sun at the pool for 3 consecutive days.
blistered hands, especially the right. situation worsened when im being trained a goalkeeper. FYI: in a game of canoepolo, everyone attacks and defends together so that means the goalkeeper can also row forward to shoot. and if the ball gets to the opponent, the goalkeeper has to "sprint" back for the goal. GGXX. I DONT HAVE SPEED HOWWW. *in lady gaga's speechless tone* HOOOOWWW... HOOOWW..

thank goodness my body dont ache as much now. i still have difficulty lifting up my arm though lol. in the meanwhile, i see my family amused at the helmet i brought home from canoepolo. my brothers and sister were happily passing around to try in on and walk around the house while my mom said it's too loose (which was why i brought it home to apply cushion to fit my head size) and looks too fragile (NO IT ISNT) so she ingeniously suggested that GO BUY A MOTORCYCLE HELMET LAH. BETTER PROTECTION SOMEMORE CAN SEE CLEARLY. she hasnt seen how a canoepolo game goes about and if she does, she'll understand why my face is hehind a steel cage instead of a clear sheet of plastic (because it'll simply get scratched by any paddles that comes right up to your face accidentally or not, if it doesnt shatter that is.)

i didnt realise how i felt emotionally after the camp until my brother said i was all smiles, despite all the whining i had at him the moment i stepped into the house. like duh. MONSTER CAMP. REALLY. REALLY REALLY. but maybe i smiled so much cause i know camp has ended or maybe from the buffet lunch which we ended at freaking 5.30pm that day or maybe im simply thankful for everything (excludes the part about me and my eyecandy. GAWWWWWWWWD. i think he's giving me stares because he knows it. HE KNOWS IT. and somehow, i just freeze and distract myself. THEN AGAIN. it's just eyecandy, i have many. so i think... let them niao me like how they niao senior R lor..)

im also kinda mad about SMRT causing a delay which led to me taking 3 times the time (i.e. 1.5hrs in total) i take to journey home, especially when i was so shagged from camp, carrying so MANY and HEAVY stuff, have no place to sit and have to squeeze like sardine. apparently the train broke down or something before it reached the next stop after i boarded from bukit batok. so several hundred of tired and innocent soul who soon became pissed off were stuck on the track for 20minutes. the train accelerated and braked frequently like a super inconfident learner driver at the wheel all the way till bukit gombak station. frankly, my legs and back were giving way and i wanted to puke(i just ate buffet if you remember). so the whole train of passengers had to evacuate and wait for the next train and the next and the next (cause every train was packed and only a handful could enter.) vulgarities were hurled and many took taxis. buses? many were used to taking train such that everyone were dumbfounded at the bus to take home. indeed, mrt has played an important part of our lives since the 90s. as for me, i took my time at sat down at the platform seat the moment i had my chance until 7pm. so in a way, you could say i took 1hr to travel from bukit batok to bukit gombak(which was just one stop away). how nice. i wanted to lodge a complain, but i guess i'll leave that to the rest of the public who can argue their way better. anyway to SMRT, im just a nobody.

for now, im kinda bothered over the paddle issue. im pretty sure i will get one, but am on second thoughts of getting one on my own, unless i get a secondhand. but now that im quite set on being a goalkeeper, im restricted to getting one of a certain length. RAWR. kinda irritated actually. hopefully i can take things slowly (but senior YX says im slow. HE ALWAYS SAYS IM SLOW =.=) so even if things dont go as expected. i can remain calm and SMILE. ahhh. christmas is about giving and appreciating. i thank senior YX for giving such a programme and i thoroughly appreciated it, and without sacarsm.

All the sleepless nights;
and the tears you cry
at 5:24 PM