Canoeing, my passion *updated December 2010

A year has passed since the last glory dated was shared amongst batch 2009/2010.

Since then, much have gone, many have changed, and little held on strong.

Obviously, the team didn’t start out as a whole. There were many cliques amongst us all, some big, some small, some all –girls, some all –guys, the rest mixed.

We were all screwed upside down by our seniors, doing 400 push –ups on our very first TRIAL training, yes, TRIAL, not even a real training and we were punished. All the while we weren’t even treated like humans. We were yelled at, screamed for, and most of all doing push –ups like we’re breathing air. Punishments were more than just common, it became like our second interest group.

We had to prove our worth; we had to fight for our spaces. Despite the differences each of us shared, we held on strong as a team; we fought on, proved our seniors wrong. We were like the cockroaches you fear, for we are hard to kill. We were big in numbers, strong as a whole, being looked upon as the rebellious batch. We dared to show face, we dared to confront what we felt was wrong about us, yet we showed the respect everyone ought to have.

First academic year passed, we moved on to year twos. We lost some mates who chose to leave for the better, and the rest who stayed became more bonded with each other. Making fun of each other and cracking jokes to make the trainings seem less tiring.

We worked hard, knowing it was our turn to lead as the seniors. We went on strong as a team, fought hard for POLITE 2010, cried as individuals and won as a team; that was what we were.

My passion, long gone *updated 2011.

Things are so different now, everyone is everywhere, literally.

Discipline for me to attend training is decreasing with every second that ticks by. It’s like training is no longer the same. The people, the feeling, everything seems so strange and unfamiliar now.

There are no longer jokes, no more laughter, no more smiles. Happiness isn’t shared anymore; it’s becoming a individual kind of thing that I don’t want to elaborate.

I mean things are just whole load of different and disliked by me now. Worse part is not that I don’t want to do anything about it, but it’s just I can’t.

Glory can be earned, muscles can be gained, but feelings and passion once lost, can be for good.