Man seems, Spirit is.

I know it's been long. HAH. But it isn't exactly my fault that my cursor refuse to stay in this brown box for more than 5 minutes (I do know I control the cursor, though). That's the furthest it can go. Still, I think I deserve some behind-the-scenes credits, no matter how insignificant it may be, for trying my very very best to update. I occassionally sign in, type in a few words, press backspace and sign out of blogger. Okay, like that helps.

Anyways.

2009 is done and over with. What a year it's been. Definitely memorable. Entering SA, orientation, netball trials, making friends, INTERVALS, trainings, season, 2.4km, morning assembly in the CC upper tier, service learning, learning festival, 09S16, every single bit of bus ride 31, oversleeping, the scrutiny of the two biggest kong ba baos in world history, CHICKEN CROISSANT, trophy room, TRACK, lightning risk alert, season closing dinner, farewell, PeeDoubleYou, playing ball in school till 10pm, Derrick Ong basketball challenge, nostalgia. Everything. And, twenty ten, please be good. I need some grace.

You know I'm kinda used to having suicide trainings after all those gruelling tournament seasons over the past years. Yet nothing, nothing over all these years is comparable to whatever I have been or am going to experience. It isn't solely about having a psychopath as a coach, but more of, not seeing the reason to fight for this over-driven coach. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end. It applies to a screwed up day too. I figured optimism does help. To see the rainbow, I'll have to bear with the rain, I know downpours linger on and never really stays away, but if holding on is all I could do, then I'll do what it takes to see the sun.

I'm sure, if I'm living through 2010. I'm not living it for myself.

Close your eyes, clear your heart, let it go.