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new experience undergone

Pretty free these days...but i underwent some sort of new happening last friday...it happened during hockey training..i really don't know what's up with my mind and body on that day...and yar tuck wen didn't come for training....hahahaz..i guess he fell ill...i think its his first time taking mc...that guy...pro....

the school was practically empty that morning..like sme ghost town...i was the first to arrive...my mind was practically dead that morning...so the hockey boys did th usual stuff...warm up and everything else...the 'thing' that occured to me has nothing really to do with hockey...so the school was like ours on that friday morning...my mind and soul was not at the training ground for the first time i think...i kept thinking of that someone and throughout that training, my eyes keep landing at the direction of the school...the netball court area...that whole stretch of view....by the way we were training at the school's basketball court...so yar...there was some sort of interference in my mind...didn't really focus...my top form was just not there during that training...and then it started affecting my hockey...my body movements...everything...my body was like being invaded inside out...and then i was like a newcomer in hockey...my pushing and trapping...my hitting...all sucks..even when doing simple drills...every part of me became very slow...it was so bad that my coach saw what was happening to me..."syamil...engine haven't on is it? huh? why are you so slow? afiq's engine is fully on and moving forward..teo's(johnathan) engine has also started...how abot you?"..that was what mr lim roughly said to me...of course he was like half joking and serious...that's because perhaps he knows that i will take his advice...but subsequently i made more mistakes...more sort of scoldings...and then at one point..." syamil..what happened? go behind drop 10.."...quite hard to do at that time because my energy was drained..body not in top form...mind somewhere else..and it was freaking hot...that didn't help me as well..still did more mistakes during training...and mr lim kept on remimding me to focus...and in the end i think he just left me alone...the worse part was the game...i was like playing any o how...and conceded a lot of goals because of the stupid mistakes that i made..my team consisting of other two players suffered...i think we lost i the end...so the thing is...i don't know what happened to me...the thoughts of her had affected me in my training...this time very seriously....i don't know what's going to happen on the next training....

after training met my mom and dad at west mall to get new phone...for one reason or another i wasn't thrilled to the max..considering i've waited for a long time to get it...my sony ericsson T630....then walk back to the mosque with shahid to attend friday prayers...pretty long walk...i guess i shall stop here....

i really hope i can regaine my top form...

::: the enemy is in you :::

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