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Thursday, September 18, 2008
Broomball!!



A part of being in such exchange program is to experience new stuff. And that includes their sports!

They have this try to play for free day. In which all their clubs allow us to join their activities for free! Hey! its canada, even joining some recreational club need to pay to play one.

Being the curious guy i am, i wanted to join all! Juggling club, table tennis, fencing... u name it.

Nonetheless, i just wanted to try out something that is different. And i come across this BROOMBALL club and its activites are held in icefield!


I pull TaeSoo to accompany me. He is very accomodating, but the thing is he doesn't really express himself so i dont really know if he like to go or not. Eitherway, i just pull him with me along. It has been 2 weeks since i last excerise and my body is aching to run/pull up...


Broomball is a game, similar to ice hockey. Just that they wear 'not so slippery' shoe to run on the ice, and used a stick that is similar to a broom without the bristles. So for the next 2 hrs, we were running the ice rig.

Leaving me running around with a stick is definitly a nono. ITs super dangerous as some of you might say.

For some reasons, i just couldnt find the strenght to hit the ball hard, but i am able to inflict considerable amount of damage on someone with it. Yup, and off i go on with me quest of inflicting pain to as many people as possible.. (i seriously think it is a subconscious thing, afterall there are reports saying i attack people when i became tipsy..)


Playing in a ice rig is just so different. Especially when we are not use to breathing in cold air. Was panting really hard and it felt as if i will be having hyperventilation if this goes on. It is really hard to breath.

The last time i see people steaming was during my canoe polo training when all of us we all heated up and the night was so cold. It was just so cool to see people giving out steam.. haha




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Had an interesting dream last night.

ITs like those exciting psychological trailer that you can only see in movie. (polly its because i had too much horror movie before i came here)


IT involved yan yan, yan's brother, me and my brother.

The story goes like there seems to be someone among those people around me having too much stress and had broke down, i was there trying to find out who it is.

All of them have their reasons to be undergoing large stress, yan's got school work and hexis, my brother got his A level, I can't rmb what is yan's brother problem.

The event went on with a climax that everyone was accusing that other is the one who has broken down. (something like polar bear like that)

I had only one lady confident to discuss about this issue.

It was during the most exciting part when they started hiding knife in fear that the other might attack, my brother told me that the lady doesnt exist in the first place and i wasnt talking to no one...

So ended up i was the one who is having too much stress!

The story was something like Body 19...


But having a dream like that is not really healthy i think. IT is just a warning telling me I am thinking too much. Maybe the Broomball tonight will do the trick!


Catching the falling leaves ...[9:23 AM]
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