After one month of not touching the blade, finally the day had come. Today we had fencing training. Yeah!! And we actually wanted to clean the room but since the seniors had clean it up for us and even stock take for us, we want to thank them! Credits to Eddie and Selene. (:
I woke up at 12pm. Initially planned to go have an early lunch out before going for fencing meeting. But someone woke up late! LOL. Kinda expecting her to wake up late la. Cause previously she spend her time watching O.C. LOL.
Then slack around the house doing nothing till 3pm. Then head to Ngee Ann for the ex-co meeting with Edmund, the advisor. Expecting it to end bout 4pm. But.. It end at 6.30pm! When training start at 6pm... He talk to us bout what our role is in the ex-co. And since mikhail, the president aren't around, i have to take note of what his job too. Thank god VP has nothing much! (:
But will help Jeffrey to do his job too. We spend the day warming up and playing captain's ball. Haha. Then we start fencing. Only for awhile. Omg. My skill went rusty. So does the blade that i used. And i shine it today!! Hehehe. After that we went to KAP Mac for dinner. Jian Bin didn't tag along because his mom cooked his share. So we went there and chit chat here and there before setting off home. Kinda fun la today. And being stressed by lots of jobs to be done when the new intake of fencers join us.
That's all for today. Enjoy the holidays everyone!
And for all Ngee Ann Fencers. If you are reading my blog, take note of this.
Fencing training will resume start as from today.
Time: 6PM
Venue: Sports Deck
Unless stated by me or Mikhail, there will be fencing training every tuesday and thursday.
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