gobbledigook.

[ a morbid fascination that borders on obsession. ]

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Made an 11th hour decision not to go for class outing at Sentosa. The mood for beacg-going just wasn't there. Too many issues are bugging my mind and i find it hard to indulge in leisure with those bugs buzzing around. Let's just say its ill timed. Sorry plankton for ruining your plan(pun not intended). Sorry Rashidah for not celebrating your birthday with you because of a rash decision(pun again not intended).

Instead went to SAFFC's soccer trials for under-18s. I comtemplated wearing my lenses for the trials and i had 20 minutes to spare before meeting Dinie. I slipped one on the right eye with ease. Again, it was by left eyeball that was the troublesome one. I just couldn't squeeze it in. Its only now that i realised that i cannot pull my left eyelid up, at least not as much. As a result the lens cannot come into contact directly with the upper part of my eyeball. After 45 minutes of fustration, i took out my right lens and went out.

I was 15 minutes late and the trials were held at Khatib Camp. Turned out it was a rather hush-hush affair and many players were recomended for the trials, rather than coming at their own will. Met V. Selvaraj up close and from the first look, i knew it would be tough. He told me to warm up with the group of players who were malay dominated: they were all malay. They gave me a perculiar look and eyed me with disdain. Ond of them asked me what my age was and i said 17. I drew first blood and their reactions were obvious that they were younger than me. Then they asked whether i was from ITE. I said no, i'm from a JC. All these were spoken in English. They thought i was Chinese and its a common misconception among most malay mats that Chinese can't play soccer.

I just kept quiet as they taunted me during the warm up session. I felt like blurting out that i'm a pure malay(at least from my IC) , i can speak malay and i'm no pushover. Then it was our turn for the two sided match. Those buggers were on the opposite team together with Dinie. I didn't play that bad. I managed to blend into the game and even lend a hand in our attack at times. But the left midfielder who tire out prematurely and my lack of fitness to cover both positions became my undoing.

Soccer is supposed to be a team game but all of them were playing a game of their own. Apparently individuality is on the agenda. It was surprising that Dinie and i weren't selected for the second game. He gave us a quick cursory glance and filtered out the others around us. It was familiar faces all round. All were those who came probably from word to mouth or knew about it by other means. I was rather appalled by his reason. He was trying to hint that we didn't play good enough. It wasn't that. The players that got through were either individually brilliant or came with good credentials and got a seal of approvement by other coaches.

And so we left, bitter, but no grudges held. It was unfair, but we're not on the itineary. Not that i expected to go through anyway. The way we were turned down was such a turn off. Nontheless it was a good experience.

I've got soul
But I'm not a soldier

Adeel
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Aisyah
Amin
Cikgu K
Dinie
Eisha
Emel
Evon
Fadilah
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Syafiq
Tracy
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