well, the badminton farewell's come and gone. pardon the cliche, but it does feel surreal. it didn't feel as much a farewell as a normal badminton bbq. for the past couple of years, it was us who had been preparing to wave the seniors off. it just seems weird now it's our turn.
if you ask me whether i've had any regrets? i would say yes.
if i could turn back the clock, i would have been more sensitive. (like IF i can manage that). i know sometimes, well, more than sometimes, i do go overboard. but i am inexplicably always so clumsy in those situations. :( why? i'm trying. thank you dearies, for putting up with me. i know it's hard.
the good ol' days. i would define that as the period in sec 2. i was mad over training. i miss that warmth that would spread over my whole body. i lived for training. it was my heart and soul! but i wonder what happened between then and now. sigh.
i miss the days when we were a team, when the esprit de corps was still running strong. where we could confidently stake out our place in nybt. but then we were wrenched apart, it seems. looking back, it sure gives me a feeling of melancholy. and nostalgia. i wish we could go back.
sigh.
luckily, there's still time. 4 months, or what's left of it. let's make the most out of it.
wai yee