NDP selection drive

Okay, this would be a really quick post cuz I'm tight for time. Went over to Evergreen Secondary for the NDP selection event yesterday. It was enjoyable but at the same time rigorous. I knew it was because 15 minutes into the drills and footwork stuff my pulse was racing real fast. You must think I'm insane to feel for my pulse at such a time, but after going through my SFA course, I would, occasionally have this habit to feel my heartbeat rate when doing things physically tiring. Then there was this time when I marched-on-the spot right after a break, and my ears went blocked. That has gotta to be damnest thing to happen because I hear all the noise on a high pitch, even my breathing. And that has got to mean that I can't hear how loud I was breathing. Then this friend beside me tapped me to check on whether I'm alright. She must be thinking I was panting. I shall give you all an overview of how I fared. I don't think I'm gonna get in. Made a few mistakes but they weren't that obvious to the eye. My marching. The sirs and mdms say my marching is fine when one looks at me from the front, but from behind they can find a really grave mistake. And that is, I usually have the habit to pull my arms too inwardly instead of going straight to the back. ROFL. That's a point enough to kill you. But after a while, I somehow perfected the right move... but a leopard never changes its spots, and slowly I revert back to my usual style but switched to the correct one when I discovered I made an error. Never mind, all that's in the past IS the past so I'm gonna put this behind me.

I'm now down with a bad cough. Mum keeps telling me to take cough syrup but I am the kind of person who thinks cough syrup makes you feel drowsy and thus spoil your day. You end up doing nothing but sleeping all day around. If I still stubbornly refuse to take my medicine, I guess it would be a shouting match between me and whoever tells me to have my cough syrup. After all, I had a shouting match once with my Dad when he tells me to drink Milo. I was having a sore throat then and ain't in the mood to drink such beverages lar. And guess the winner? Hah, it's me. Want to know the reason? It's a SECRET.

Byes.