Thursday, September 25, 2008

That's the way it goes

This post was taken off HERE

Well, they came up with 10 things i hate about you, then it was 7 things. I guess i felt like i had 7 things to say too. Or maybe more. I was talking to Sister Jasmine, no, not sister as in the sister-act sister nun, but sister as in blood i-share-your-DNA sister. I was telling her, if she read any of it, how much i've fallen head over heels. Before you ask the oh-so-typical "who", you might want to change your train of thought to "what". I've confessed, out of all people, to her, that deep-down-inside feeling. The one that gives your tummy the butterflies? I spilled the beans on my affair with Floorball.

I could list a santa-clause list and watch it roll to the floor. But the thing i love most about Floorball can't really be summoned by one word. To me floorball can't really be described. Actually, maybe floorball can be summarized in one word: Undefinable.

From that first very first touch, it sort of compels you. There is that very strange calming vibe about playing. And after you play, you just can't stop. I think its the most addictive sport i've played. Then again, i wouldn't really know what isn't addictive.

The things i love about Floorball?

1. That anxiety-before-a-storm feel. It gives you the butterflies. You're sweating bucket loads of cold sweat before you even step on court. The adrenaline rush. The blood pumping, heart thumping, its gives you that rush.

2. That rush when you play. The porous pores you inherit from all that training. I like the feel of sweat. I feel cleansed. Not in a good-smelling way. But it gives you great comfort in knowing you're now CLEANER. And also perhaps healthier and an eon lighter.

3. The sister-brother-hood. In the spirit of the game we are mortal enemies on court. Outside we're all one. Same inherited love for the game. Just different appearances in different costumes. The hey-great-game salutations even if we didn't quite win it kinda blends into your normal speech.

4. The semangat-ness it brings out in us. The thrill of playing. The thrill of watching a game. That cheering syndrome i've got? Blame it on Floorball. Its a good thing my tonsils are strong. It comes with the years.

5. Of course we have to include my best friend into the list of why-i'm-having-an-affair. My camera. The trusty bulk. I get to take shots. And of course they get better with age. That is if my nimble fingers don't sag on me. I just love the in-motion shots. (Yet to be perfected)

6. And of course, like in every other sport, they have their own advantages. Cough

Maybe my list wasn't that long after all. But it sure felt like there was alot to say. Maybe cause i just don't know how to summarize it. Because it inevitably isn't possible. Perhaps this is still part 1.

You know what, you're all probably scratching your heads over this post. I suggest you get some anti-dandruff shampoo, grab a floorball stick and hop on the wagon. Once you've played you can't stop. Though girls, pretty often have a very short attention span and would preferably pick shopping over sweating. Typical. Staying power not quite there yet. But that will improve with time. It should improve with time. But like they've said it time and time again, no pain, no gain. Practice makes perfect and the right attitude takes you miles. Literally.

Floorball isn't just a passion, its my life.

Disclaimer: my life probably just has too much in it right now. LOL

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The day that was

Z'Liners-PFA Floorball Tournament

I've been constantly reminded/nagged by my dear players/friends to update the blog about the day that was. Hence the title of this post.

Anyway, back to the game.

The week before forms were due, we were still looking for people to play. Seeing as how the form 5's had exams, and it was fasting month, our original 14 was instantly reduced to the mighty 9. G12 were oh-so-generous to lend our dear team-mates to innebabes (Valerie), Frontliners (SYoong).

Early mornings and G12 aren't exactly on the same page as most of our juniors were rather late. And some one came earlier than schedule. Perhaps with an ulterior motive? We wouldn't want to know. Being manager and player, it wasn't that hard. I obviously had help from my "sexy-tary" to write the forms. But finding all my players, making sure all turn up, that was a little nerve-wrecking/nail-biting moment.

Ednamodes as usual, had a complete team earlier than our not-quite-punctual Violets. Registered and warmed up, girls were elated to see Nicholes. Smiles from ear-to-ear. A sigh of relief was heard. After all, Nic, our coach/mentor was here to help us out. On behalf of G12, we thank Nic for his effort and time that he's given to the girls. Thanks.



The game
Well, i wish i could give you a match-to-match analysis, but i'm afraid i have a little too much chemistry in my brains, hence i don't quite remember. But i know ednamodes played well [coughs] winning TWO and losing ONE to our mighty USM. We ended up Second in our group. Violets showed great grit and determination. Though they haven't quite adapted themselves to the its-no-ones-fault-we-played-well attitudes after their first defeat. None the less, being G12, we boosted their spirits. Of course being in the same group as floorball greats like Contact and Innebabes, they proved to be too strong for the junior team. But they still put on a darn good fight. Kudos.



Ednamodes who were safe to the next level, the semifinal, lost to Innebabes. By their one oh-so-lucky penalty. [Jokes] That goal saw them through to the finals while Ednamodes tried for third against USM. USM, being USM, with players like Sarah, they sort of trashed us. Sort of. Faults came from our line as we conceded 3 goals? Ednamodes didn't bother about winning because we were all having fun. Right?

So we lost that game, I lost my voice with the cheering-for-no-one-in-particular cheers. And that was the day that was.

Oh yes, Violets played a match against FGA E&P and it went down to penalties. The first 3 didn't quite find the net, but somewhere in the 3 after that Violets scored the win! Job well done.

This Saturday, head down to Dalat and cheer for our own G12 side-tracked player as she plays it against the Men, well, mostly men. Ruth will be donning the Ztec jersey. So, yes, in the spirit of floorball, [monologue] ditch those books, grab your voice and make it to dalat.



Disclaimer: I hope you don't mind the minimal effort spent on this post. I have alot of alphabets (Chem) to remember

Lara to G12: I know i'm your retired manager/captain, but girls, you played a great team, MGS is proud to have you, G12 is proud to have raised you. And i am proud that we've gone so far. Thank you Nic for you efforts. You raised a good team. Though, i must say, i think its natural talent. LOL. Keep your chins up, and next year, revenge! You girls will bag 1st, 2nd and 3rd! Keep up the good work. And don't stop training. =)

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Random

A little blog hoping does wonders.



Credits from our Singapore people(s).

Yes, it is an old picture. A random post. And to some, on the wrong blog. But that is highly subjective

p/s. sorry for the flashback moment. I was having one of those darn-i-already-miss-penang-and-i-haven't-even-left moments.

-Lara