back in hall / 5:36:00 PM

came back last night after a trip to jb. realised how i can be more active in another's family than my own. maybe cos we dont have family dinners. or it feels segregated. like everyone is busy in their own thing. i am busy in my own world and i dont really communicate what i do. or if they know or understand. somehow family is the hardest to communicate with. just a thought.

softball training this morning for hhaall. now my arms and back ache. was deliberating whether to go back home or not and skip tomorrow's internship seminar. but here i am still in hall until maybe thursday morning? volleyball training on wednesday. so extremely rusty. year after year i'm always stressed about hhaall's vball training. from my own expectations (60%), others' expectations(40%). i'm tired of going through this year after year. funny how you cant escape the game and still want to play it so badly but don't play up to what you really want to.

after 2 episodes of greys, a first meal at 3pm made up of fish soup from outside (i rather starve than to eat canteen food. so sick of it. but i still love breakfast at the canteen), now typing minutes for the annual general meeting which i have put on hold for very long. considering that the meeting was in september and i stepped d own a week after that, i'm only typing it now in december. mwa ha ha. looking through the minutes i took, realised how people can care so much about the haaall they are living in. a community. but all talk, no sincere helping hand. seriously those who talk are just empty vessels. while those who keep quiet are those who probably offer you their help and support the most. i'm not saying that we back then did a wonderful job as leaders. but leader or not, you said we should help the hall as one unit. so did you?

empty vessels make the most noise.

well at least i dont have to deal with that anymore. maybe in the real world. ah. it is scary to grow up.

sports and recreation center grounds are becoming crowded. with various hhaalls coming for their training. i dont hate the trainings i have to go to. i jsut wish i could do something else.

lament lament. another empty vessel in the making?

haha. ah well.

more typing of minutes.