I think I'm going to go ahead and quit waterpolo and quit dancing around on the edge of uncertainty. I gave it some deal of thinking (as always) and I think I'm finally ready to throw in the towel (no pun intended), especially since this week is the start of the nightmare trainings:
Twice a day, everyday, at 615-730am and 7-9pm.
I don't really want to wake up at 5am everyday to swim a million laps in the pool. I came into this purely for the prestige and honor, and not for any interest whatsoever, and the novelty wears out pretty quickly. So it has come to a point where I'm forcing myself to go down for trainings. This dilemma has been playing table-tennis in my head for a long long time. It's time for a winner to emerge, and I'm choosing to drop waterpolo permanently (for now at least). I thought about giving up the chance to go to the Commonwealth Games and I didn't feel a pang of anything, so I think it's time. And finally I hope I can breathe easily from now on without having to feel guilty about not going for training. At least dropping waterpolo frees up alot of my time, time which can be used to persue things that I really have an interest in.
Oh yeah, in the midst of all the waterpolo hulabaloo, I received my results and I passed!! Yippee! Moving on to the next semester, and I'm holding fast to the promise of being nerdy and geeky. I never ever want to panic and worry like I did these past few months. Never ever ever again. I'm done with all the worrying and wringing of hands, eversince secondary school. I received an sms (2 in fact) about where to meet for a briefing on the first day of school, and I realised I only have slightly more than 2 weeks left of the holidays. WHERE HAS ALL THE TIME GONE?!?!?! School's starting and my brain's still all wonky and fuzzed out. It's time to start charging up the brain batteries.