All of our bridges burnt down

This is probably the last holidays of my polytechnic years that I can truly hold off.
And there’s only one thing that I want out of it:
Time for self-reflection and to do the things that I truly enjoy and like doing.

Instead of pushing myself so hard like how I did last holidays (prolly because back then, there were still modules that have yet to be completed) but I had to go back school (almost) everyday back then 😦 Not saying that I don’t regret it, but I’m glad I made it through because now I really learn how to appreciate the time and people I have better!

I did manage to catch up with a few of my secondary school friends this holidays, and I’m so glad I did. There wasn’t a tinge of awkwardness in the air, and the conversations we hold are always so light hearted and fun. The times that we reminisce and say “Back then…” and we look back at all the things that made us who we are today.

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And with the holidays, comes the one thing that I can never have enough of (literally)
TRAININGS, TRAININGS & more TRAININGS!

But every study week during school terms has always made me miss trainings and seeing the people that I love coming “home” to. There’s just something about the feeling and it’s such an amazing one, what more can I ask? A sport that I love, with the people that I love. The feeling is indeed mutual.

The start of a new season for handball begins today (@ NUS Opens) and unfortunately this league is at the expense of my netball trainings.

I can’t express that feeling when I was watching the Interschool West Zone Netball Competitions the other day. Adrenaline was pumping and the sound of all the supporters, the cheers… it’s always been something that I’ve wanted since young. I am filled with envy and admiration for those who are able to do so.

I really really wish I could be back in SP training netball with the girls, but at the same time I really want to come back feeling that pump of passion and the desire that every ball was “to die for”.  And the only person I want to be better, mentally and physically better on court is myself.

My thoughts will need to be stronger than this hols, and I also need to know how to draw a line because I don’t want to be someone that I’m not on court. By letting my emotions run high on court, I need to control my temper- learn to have fun and yet still give my best all at once. 🙂

“Somewhere behind the athlete you’ve become and the hours of practice and the coaches who have pushed you is a little girl who fell in love with the game and never looked back… play for her.”

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