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2:40 AM
Hot to go

I had to hand in my module choice form for the 3rd year today. Major dilemma time with staying up late to call my parents so I can have their opinions on what I want to do for the rest of my life. And I realise that I've been talking way too little to them cuz I don't even know that my dad went outstation and I forgot that my mum is now in morning school. =.=

Went for a 2 hour netball session today which was pretty chilling compared to Wednesday. Got a little amused, than peeved than just slightly bored. And I started recalling lines that would be yelled at us during my high school netball sessions.

"You call that a centre pass ah?!"
When the centre pass doesn't get to the WA or GA and me being the GA will feel uber guilty because I suck at this whole dodging and bursting out real fast.

"What kind of ball is that???"
When its a bad pass either too forward or backward or it was just plain weak with buttery fingers. My passes are always damn weak and slow. =(

Oh and the ultimate dreaded one...

"Hundred! Hyperball! "
Upon aiming for the goal with a freaking tall defender literally blocking me.

And upon failing to shoot it in, it becomes
"Okay make sure you shoot in 100 goals for that shot you missed."

I miss those times so much. I miss the camaraderie I had with my team members cuz we played together for years in high school. And I remember the year we wore our bright orange short skirts with red shirts and this school laughed at us because we looked so bright and bimbotic and we totally kicked their asses in the game. And how we would always cheer for other schools and they would cheer back for us against schools that were overly aggressive.

Warwick games is gonna be a challenge because I've only played 2 hours of netball this year. And its played on an outdoor court with weather that'll probably feel like 4-5 degrees celcius with a 20km/h wind speed. Oh and I have a huge bruise + scrape on my knee and matching ones on my elbows cuz I tripped and fell 10mins into the game. Major malufying moment. >.<

La-di-da and all aside, I watched Australia on Tuesday and I thought it was really good. Kinda epic and comedy and romantic with Nicole Kidman and Hugh Jackman (who is so hot!). And it made me wanna revisit Australia sometime in the near future.

I think that I'm going in blind and I'm apprehensive. I don't know where the line is. And I'm not sure if I want to find the line eventhough I think I should before I falter. It always ends up like this, a nerve-ticking and indecisive process which may turn out to be pretty bad.

I realised that knowing things about people doesn't mean that you really know them.

Written on Saturday, February 21, 2009; 2:40 AM


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