I played a frenly match against PJST players this afternoon, which were all at least 3 years younger than me. It hasn't really been a good day, and not even with a good start with only four miserable hours of sleep. Just suddenly felt like blurting it all out here, so here goes nothing.....Duno wat made me to want to play this match, perhaps it was cos I wasn't thinking at all. Perhaps it was because I missed bsb so much I didn't care about the condition I am in right now. By saying the word 'condition', No, I don't mean that I'm dying from some life threatening illness. NO LA ! I was actually refering to my stamina, that is if there's any left. I know...I know...its quite impossible for someone who has not been exercising seriously for the past ONE year to suddenly jump-start and play a full court game. A 40 MINUTES full court game with no subs, breaks or time-outs! I'm a crazy and irrational girl rite? Pushed myself to feel like this. Pushed myself too hard, expecting myself to have the stamina I had a year and a half ago. Stupid me. I have never felt so useless, dispensable and contribute-less in a game. Not that I was a good player or anything, but this game pits! EVERY pass I made was stolen by the opponent. EVERY shot- except for the only point I scored in the game entire 40 mins game, every other shot hit nothing.. not the net, not the ring, and not even the board! Air-ball ! OMG, I can't take so many air-balls consecutively! My poor weak heart can't bear that! Besides, I couldn't even catch passes! My fingers felt as though they were coated with butter all of the sudden! I fumbled and fumbled throughout the game. Must have caused about 20 turnovers. Not only that, half way tru the game, I felt as though I was having a heart attack! It was pounding and pounding like mad. My head was spinning round and round. I could not run no more. Uselessly, I only walked from one side of the court to the next, only to reach halfway when the possession of the ball turns. Tak guna betul kan?! haih..
The 'me' a year ago would sulk and mourn during a game like this.
The 'me' a year ago would show a super black face that even my old coach wouldn't say much. The 'me' a year ago will maintain the foul mood till the next day after the game.
I will eat little, sleep little and sulk like a small kid. boohoo!
Then again, that was 'me' last year.
This game, as much as it
suxs [no doubt about tat!], I proudly claimed that I did not have a bad mood at all. Any signs of bad mood saw from my face during the game were clearly misinterpretation of sheer exhaustion…Really!
I'm so proud of myself! =P
I'm proud to declare that I don't sulk like a small kid during bsb games anymore.
Most importantly, I am MATURING! -pauses- *checks thesauraus for the word mature*
I'm established, settled, complete, advanced, fully-grown, stable, respondsible, ripe, mellow, ready, sweet, strong, flavoursome and flavourful! haha !
Heehee..and about time also. It may be caused by the nearing, most important day of this year. Yup! my D-day is just
around the corner! weeeeeeeee.....! =P
*being a respondsible, fully-grown stable young adult, I shall now return to completing my acc assignment. =D
