Shortcomings in a homecoming

SL was not about SL at all. Or almost not about SL at all.

It's so predictable. The packaging thing again. IP wraps up a simple thing, distorts the nutritional content and presents it in a nice packaging and viola, tadah! It's like the Japanese who wrap up everything and I really mean everything. From like books to like chocs, it's completely woah! But the insides don't disappoint. Their products have substance.

I don't disagree with the fun element but when it is SL camp, I unlike others do want to get something out of it since it IS the name of the camp and it SHOULD be about the topic involved.
What does chinatown got to do with SL? "Oh you have to understand people of different cultures so that you can serve them well" ( inserts question mark) What does dragonboat gotta do with SL? " Teamwork is very important in serving others." Please lah, you just want us to have fun then just say so lah, because I did but I didn't learn anything other than the obvious and the print out that could just simply be read without explanation.

Honestly.

09v15 is such a sweet class. They's such nice people. I think it's way cool to get to be a pioneer class! You can begin a legacy :)! And for the 15 psls, thanks so much for your support and the fun!

On a more serious note, I may have to go for ankle reconstruction surgery. When the doctor will telling me this, I just couldn't help but tear, tears, tearing (if you get what I mean). This was so much more painful than the expected news before the earlier surgery. And seriously everyone treats you nicely when you're crying like some fragile china doll. I was sitting at the aisle seat waiting for the cashier to call my name then this guy came on crutches so i scooted over in a heavy manner and he was like, " Never mind, never mind!" And the normally expressionless cashier showed some concern too. tears+tears just kept attacking my eyes and heart and you dry them but sooner or later, your vision is blurred again.

I had to pass some form to get the insoles to some dept at the Rehabilitation Centre so I walked in to see the familiar faces of the cashier+registration people who had just a few months ago wished me a speedy recovery and not seeing their faces again would be a good sign. But here I was again. And I was at the wrong dept. So without thinking and with false bravado, I walked into the next centre without bothering to read the sign and the cashier was quite confused but she could sense I myself was too tired and sad to feel confused so she was patient. Only when she redirected me and I walked out, I realised I was in the diabetes centre. HUMOR HUR HUR. But at the moment, it was too darn sad to be funny, but I hope one day while I'm old and running the humor will hit me and this whole 2 years of ankle crap would just be laughable because it would be so worth it because after this saga, I will never ever hurt my ankle again...., right?

I need insoles. Arch supports. Whatever you call them. But it's expensive and I feel darn bad screwing the ankle in the midst of a financial crisis. Healthcare aint cheap. Expensive fine, but I need to wait 3 months to see the doctor to get it done. And probably another 1 for my customised arch supports to be sent back from Australia which by the time I would probably already done my ankle surgery, and possibly my foot formation could change. Quite dumb if you ask me.

Wait 3 months to do the x-ray, Wait another month to do surgery. Wait 1 month recovery. Wait 3 months for physio to end. This ankle thing will be a good gauge to how fast my year is passing.

Sometimes I feel like my ankle cannot be more screwed than it already is so might as well not care and go play B div. But I think I need to grow up in the waiting area, and be wise and just wait. Patiently.

And not blame myself, or anybody for that matter, for my ankle condition.
Because it's a whole load of factors that won't exactly solve the problem. But then, I wished for a person to just knock my head and tell me to grow up and TLT- Think Long Term and so I will be that person for people who are injured now and pray they won't make the stupid mistake that I did.

Then again, is 2 years of wasted childhood/teenage years good enough to surpass 10 years of adulthood?

I just wanna say sorry to all the floorballers who I felt I have let done, I really wanna be the line1 defender and to prove ourselves and to go all out. I'm so extremely thankful for being part of the team and sharing in the spastic 123s, the psyduckness, the teletubbies turnabout and so much of the fantastic goals, sweat, and trainings we have put into this sport we call floorball. Thank you for always encouraging me emotionally and mentally. Thank you for being a part of IP that I treasure. Now, I cannot do anything but sit at the sidelines and wait. But I'll be your greatest IP supporter. Eat your farewell gift and try not to think of the tears that fell on the green wrapping that so ironically represents growth and life. Don't play for me, Don't play for Mr Chow, play for the team and yourself BECAUSE floorball is in your soul and you are a sportsperson.

All the way, VJFB!

oh, it's painful being able to step on court but not being able to run without feeling pain. Shouting but not being shouted at. Wanting to defend all the stupid goals, score all the open goals. Not being able to run. Splitting hurts too. Swimming even. I'm so worried for my health and my fitness which will deteriorate. My flexibility and my dance. I'm really just so tired of this because with this comes new obstacles and new decisions.

But this year I have decided to be optimisic.
So, jiayou Yiying. Don't let your mind get controlled and attacked by the devil. God has great plans for you.
You will not strike your feet upon the rock if you make the Most Highest your dwelling.