Thursday, October 4, 2007
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I miss netball.
Aye. All of a sudden, i had this unexplainable feeling.
Sigh.
Though Netball, this cca, this sport had brought me tears, pain and worries, but i guess it had gave me happiness too.
And i guess all that matters is happiness.
Ahh.
Actually its pretty sad how the team had fall apart till this extent.
Hmmm.
Maybe we hadn't fall apart, but perhaps everyone of us has our own friends and own life so much so that we no longer find something in common to speak about anymore.
Well. At least this is a reason to drift apart, rather than drifting apart because of misunderstandings or such.
Ah well.
I really miss netball.
How we always play on court and know who's gonna run where who's gonna come next. Those familiar faces and those voices that call out to you.
And how Coach Vivian always calls me xiaohui.
How we sat together and think what is wrong with us but we never seemed to be able to know what is the actual problem.
How dramatic our netball life can get.
How we helped each other tie our hair in the bus.
How we reminded each other to clip our nails and take out those earrings.
How we cry after a bad match.
How we gossip about other coaches (Mr B**) too! Haha.
Ah well. Memories is all thats left now. Though saddening, but its good enough.
Aye. All of a sudden, i had this unexplainable feeling.
Sigh.
Though Netball, this cca, this sport had brought me tears, pain and worries, but i guess it had gave me happiness too.
And i guess all that matters is happiness.
Ahh.
Actually its pretty sad how the team had fall apart till this extent.
Hmmm.
Maybe we hadn't fall apart, but perhaps everyone of us has our own friends and own life so much so that we no longer find something in common to speak about anymore.
Well. At least this is a reason to drift apart, rather than drifting apart because of misunderstandings or such.
Ah well.
I really miss netball.
How we always play on court and know who's gonna run where who's gonna come next. Those familiar faces and those voices that call out to you.
And how Coach Vivian always calls me xiaohui.
How we sat together and think what is wrong with us but we never seemed to be able to know what is the actual problem.
How dramatic our netball life can get.
How we helped each other tie our hair in the bus.
How we reminded each other to clip our nails and take out those earrings.
How we cry after a bad match.
How we gossip about other coaches (Mr B**) too! Haha.
Ah well. Memories is all thats left now. Though saddening, but its good enough.
Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.
-Eleanor Roosevelt
Jiahui hops off.
7:37 PM