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Saturday, July 09, 2005

Recently I'm involved in a beach volleyball tournament.

It's loads of fun playing the game at Sunset Bay, but not when the fireball of a sun is directly above you, its killer rays threatening to incinerate anything within reach.

Today was such a day. I was playing a game at midday, and I tell you it was torturous. I had never wanted so much for a match to end sooner than this. I was in such physical pain that I didn't even think about winning it, I just wanted it to end so I can escape to the refuge of the shade.

The most tormenting thing was the sand. It was baked hot by the merciless sun, and I mean boiling hot. Every single step was an agony. With every move, the burning sand was merciless to my feet. Searing pain shot through my sole, all the way through my body, making my eyes tear. It slowed down me and my teammate's movements greatly because it was so painful to even move an inch. And the court suddenly seemed to have expanded in dimensions, because it's as if we can never reach the baseline fast enough to get the ball. We were like ants on a hot pan, literally.

When it finally did end (after like, one million hours!), I couldn't be more relieved. Me and my teammate hobbled to the nearest shade we could find, and I tell you it wasn't a pretty sight. Two girls staggering and stumbling like old women. It was terrible.

And I found the solution to this problem - wear socks. I don't care how insane it is to wear socks to the beach, but I am bringing 3 pairs for tomorrow's game. I don't care what other people say, (it's not their feet that's getting burned lor!) I don't care if there are photographers, I'm gonna wear at least 2 layers of socks tomorrow.

Argh if only we had socks today, most things would not have been what they had been.

And I have some things/people I really wanna complain about today, because it's really unfair and against the rules, and this matter hinges a little on biasness, even abuse of authority. Even other players were coming to us to tell us it was so.

Blah! But too late to do anything now anyways, nothing else I can do but to let it go I guess.

I'm so tired my eyelids are drooping even as I type this post, so I shall stop torturing myself and go to bed now.

And hopefully recover/recuperate and be well enough for tomorrow's games.

Have a nice night.

writing at 9:38 PM

Thursday, July 07, 2005

First of all, I'd like to apologise to my huge base of loyal readers* for my lack of discipline in blogging on a regular basis. My attention has been diverted onto a series of unfortunate events (specifically block test results) and other important events which I shall blog about at a later date.

Anyways, the agenda for today: I have discovered yet another atrocity about myself. Last term, I broke my own record of latecoming - out of 5 days in an entire week, I was late for 4 days. Not twice, not thrice, but quadrice (if there's ever such a word) consecutive latecomings!

How much worse can it possibly get!

I really tried you know, to wake up early, and be on time. I usually set the alarm for 6am, but you know I think the invention of such a thing known as "snooze" is in actual fact, more bane than boon. 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes, 5 more minutes, and sooner than you know it its already a collective 20 minutes!

But you know at times like this, instead of rushing to wolf down breakfast and change at the same time, I take my own sweet time. I mean, since you're already late, it doesn't hurt to be a little more late right? (haha).

So I guess I've identified what's my problem - nonchalence. It's this attitude of indifference that earned me a nice fat CS.

Hence, my resolution for this term would be to not be late for even a single day.

To most, it's as simple as ABC, but to me, it's as good as asking me to climb Mount Everest.

*all information gathered subjected to the author's imagination/delusion.

writing at 10:37 PM