| sweet nothings |
[21 Nov 2009|09:59am] |
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I show my love to others not by the things I say, but by the things I do and the sacrifices I make, just so that they feel the love and not merely hear that they are loved. But sometimes I kick myself for going out of my usual way just to do something thoughtful, ignoring pet peeves and repeatedly telling myself to be courageous and/or not to be selfish, because most times my efforts go unnoticed and not reciprocated. Feeling appreciated once in awhile would be a nice change.
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| the sky yesterday |
[18 Nov 2009|02:13pm] |
Late evening, it started drizzling. I peeked through my blinds and saw the most beautiful sight. I stood there by the window, watching the raindrops fall gracefully from the sky, and even though I know I ought not to, I couldn't help but stare at the setting sun; the orange glow peeking from between the dark clouds was just so enchanting like that. It was even better when the rain intensified. It was the juxtaposition of bright and dark, the soft glow and the heavy rain, the soothing winds accompanying the frightening combination of thuder and lightning that made the evening so beautiful.
Then during the thunderstorm, we wished very hard for the heavy rain to recede and for the skies to clear by midnight cause we wanted to catch the Leonids meteor shower - which we did. :) I was fortunate to catch ten shooting stars last night, of different colours and brightness. It was a really enjoyable event, us lying down on the ledge of the linkway at SR3, trying to stay alert to spot the magic that was about to light up the sky. It was exciting because we took note of its frequency, and each time I "feel it coming", one flew across the sky. We made stupid kissing noises to call on the "Mat-eor shower" and sang to songs that totally fit the mood and atmosphere ("I got a feeling, that tonight's gonna be a good night" / "Cause I'd get a thousand hugs from ten thousand lightning bugs").
Then we thought of wishes for the next shooting stars. Cap 5.0, cap 5.0! - then I thought, what if the star was shortlived and you only managed to say "cap" before it fades? So we moved on to one syllable words. No prizes for guessing what I suggested Mas wish for. Hint, it starts with a B and rhymes with toys. ;P
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| My Sister's Keeper |
[15 Nov 2009|03:15am] |
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I finally got around to watching the movie today. I was all set to cry like a baby and warned others that I might bawl my eyes out, but even though I didn't sob uncontrollably, I did tear. I remember blinking back my tears when they first introduced her scrapbook, where Kate said that she was sorry for ruining her family. Probably not the exact words but, they went something like...
"I'm sorry for stealing your first love" - to her father, cause her mom invested all her time and energy in saving her.
"I'm sorry for stealing all the attention away from you, so much that they failed to realise you were dyslexic." - to her brother, Jesse.
& of course, "I'm sorry I let them hurt you... I was supposed to protect you." - to Anna.
But, the scene that triggered the waterworks was the silent one at the beach, with only Chantal Kreviazuk's Feels Like Home playing in the background. I guess it was the whole buildup - Kate's desire to go to the beach, the pact that the doctor & father made to fulfill her wishes even though it was against their insurance policy, the fight between the parents and the threat of divorce, and especially when Sara came to the beach to join her family despite her initial objections. What touched me the most was the family's unity despite the apparent adversity, each of them trying their best to cope and help in whatever/however they feel is best. It made me think about my two sisters as well and how I'd be a wreck if the same were to happen to them.
It's exactly what Mas said; it's the cathartic experience and the purging of emotions that made me cry. My biggest, biggest weakness is stories of death & dying because while I believe I am successfully healing from past experiences of losing loved ones, I think that the wound will never fully heal; there'll always be that slight twinge of pain.
I guess it wasn't all sad, there were some funny and heartwarming moments. The best part of the movie was probably sexy, bald Taylor who was a total sweetie to Kate. :) Although, the scene where the receptionist told Sara that Taylor's gone (this was after Kate revealed that she did "it, IT" hahaha) hit too close for comfort. The dialogue wasn't heard, but I could read her lips and this was what she said - "Taylor died a few days ago". Wahhhhh too close to home. It's always the silent scenes that moved me to tears, ahhh what the heck, the movie was really sad lah okay.
I think the cinematic ending was a little disappointing truthfully. Was it the same as the literary one? I've been wanting to read the book since Atiq mentioned in in TA1 (!!!) but I never did and I don't know why. I remember looking for it at the library but always end up with a different Picoult novel.
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| feminist |
[13 Nov 2009|09:59am] |
For a women to be a fat virgin, it is not necessary for her to be fat. Neither is it necessary for her to be a virgin. It is only necessary for her to be a woman.
Virginity is a mark of unattractiveness, that you have not been desired, consumed by a man... Fatness is about the body of women and its preparedness for men. Sexuality, sexual attraction and so the desired loss of virginity involve having a desirable body; a thin one.
Sadness arises from the fact that a woman can never own her own body. If it is not marked by possession by a man, then it lacks meaning. Yet after the fact of possession can come the fact of being discarded. Virginity that attracts is spent, and so is the attraction.
Sadness is also unavoidable when one becomes a woman, and chooses from a limited range of options - nun-virgin, unmarried virgin, educated-virgin-with-a-profession, wise virgin for having married a rich man, and foolish virgin for having married a poor man.
It is sadness that is harder for thin men with balding heads and paunches to understand. This has nothing to do with penis envy.
Virginity is a permanent disability.
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I was reading this during the wee hours of today morning. I was so bothered by what was written that I just had to stop reading further. & so I slept for awhile on the Starbucks sofa before the trains started operating again; then I made my way home. My current obssession is now the cream-based Dark Cherry Mocha Frap which tastes like a Black Forest birthday cake haha. <3s it, the texture is smooth and it's not too sweet, and no strong coffee taste!
Simpang supper later with my BBlockers <3<3<3 then another overnight session, probably alone but oh well. Need.to.study. Studying for the As last year saw me losing weight, but this time I'm bingeing like crazzzyyy hahaha but oh well. Once exams end, it's training every day, sometimes twice a day for my three IHG sports. Hoping to get into the first team!
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| finals |
[09 Nov 2009|01:08am] |
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Took me 8 hours to complete revising one lecture - that is how distracted I've become. Must rid my obsessive thoughts and start focusing zomg! Felt like a hypocrite giving advice to anxious juniors because I am no longer as disciplined as I used to be. Technically, I never was when it comes to studying, save for the pre-Prelims period but that's about it. 2 weeks till finals ha ha ha. Screwed.
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| Long Shot |
[28 Oct 2009|10:02pm] |
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So now I'll take a chance on
This thing we may have started
Intentional or not, I
Don't think we saw it coming
It's all adding up to something,
That asks for some involvement,
That ask for our commitment,
I think I see it coming
If we step out of that limb.
My heartbeat beats me senselessly
Why's everything got to be so intense with me
I'm trying to handle all this unpredictability
In all probability
I realize that there is all this starting
Things we're both scared about
That we'll never see them coming
Throw caution to the wind
And we'll see which way it's blowing
And to this pulling on
We'll never see it coming
Until it's much to close to stop
My heart beat beats me senselessly
Why's everything got to be so intense with me
Oh I waited for fact to come of fiction
And you fit my description
I never saw you coming
But we'll make it
It's a long shot, but I say why not
If I say forget it, I know that I'll regret it
It's a long shot, just to beat these odds
The chance is we won't make it
But I know if I don't take it, there's no chance
Cause you're the best I got
So take a long shot * * *
Funny how I always find a Kelly Clarkson song that I can relate to, every stage of my life.
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| hall is full of chill & i believe in IP |
[26 Oct 2009|08:45pm] |
My last assignment for school, a 2500-word group report, was due 5pm today. It was given to us at the start of the semester but us being very busy with hall commitments, mid term tests and loads other projects waited until last last week to sit together for the first time to discuss our project. :S Jane was worried we couldn't reach the word count, but I promised her we definitely would (besides, we were supposed to write less than 2500 words anyway).
Friday 9.30pm. Jane came from dance practice, Ian from Inspire band practice and me from a food-eating competition (what can I say, I am not cultured) and we sat down to have a quick 30minute discussion and laid out a more solid skeleton of the project, yeah, just a skeleton with no meat. We were supposed to come up with the content OTOT over the weekend amidst crazy rehearsals for Culture Night, full-day mentoring sessions and dinner dates with significant others & first-three-months buddies. The plan was to meet at midnight, Sunday (Monday?) to edit each other's work and consolidate into a proper report.
Of course it never materialised, as with most plans. Exhausted from practices, meeting was pushed to Monday morning 8.30am - that's today, the day the report was due. We met for breakfast (second time in hall for me!) and had weird tasting coffee and Plain Horlicks that was still tasteless despite spoonfuls of condensed milk. We argued whether margarine or butter was healthier, we talked about costumes and gothic makeup, everything else but our project.
We started work proper at about 9.30am, where we proofread each other's work and gave comments for further improvement. I didn't have any (cause I am pro like that, they said my part was professionally written teeheehee, shy) so I decided to work on the introduction while they edited their drafts.
11am, I got ready for class at noon. An hour later at 1pm, I was back in hall to work on the concluding section of the report while the rest struggle to fix the footnotes and citations. By 3pm I was done with everything and then helped Jane edit Ian's part so as to make the report more cohesive. Jane joked that she and I have similar writing styles cause we were from the same class, and how Ian's was different (his paragraphs had no structure!) cause he was from a lower class - how mean haha. Of course he was such a sport and ever-willing to learn, so the three of us sat together to edit his part, fixing sentence structures and paragraphing. It got really crazy cause we were tired and brain dead. By 4.10pm, Jane gave up, Ian decided he was better at making himself useful by doing the formatting on his fancy Mac so it was just me.
Ian's Mac is a pain in the rear because the word count kept changing like crazy and it was very hard to tabulate the actual word count sans footnotes. It was a mad rush, we were all going really hysterical - Jane and I frantically trying to edit and shorten the report, Ian profusely calling his driving instructor to change timings for his lessons. By 4.35pm, we (think we) got it done so we quickly packed up, rushed to Ian's room to print the 10page report, then got a cab at 4.45pm and reached the Geog department at about 4.50pm, just in time for submission.
The three of us were feeling pressured for time the entire day but I absolutely love how chill~ we were, at least for me. The other two were amazing partners, accomodating, responsible and sacrificial. Despite having to rush like crazy, I had the most fun with them - it's my favouritest group assignment this semester cause for once, I felt like it was a true collective effort and I totally felt the sense of camaraderie working with them. This lengthy entry is probably a waste of time / a useless read, but I'm writing it down just so I won't forget. Was telling Jane that it was a truly memorable experience, something we will definitely look back on and laugh at our "idiosyncratic antics". I hope we never have to experience that again (though the seniors swear it's normal) and I hope that we get a decent grade for this project cause we worked our butts off man, seriously.
I've always been defensive of the IP education system I've received and get angry when people ridicule it. I hate how people judge and think it is "sad" that I didn't get to experience a "proper secondary school life" cause we IP kids, as we are affectionately called, had a unique experience of our own within our little secondary school. Temasek Academy is more than a school to me, we are really like a family and my best memories of school-life were from there. I just think that you shouldn't judge when you're an outsider.
Random paragraph on IP, I know. It's just that here in uni, I really see the value of the IP education system. I'm not sure about the science students, but for Arts, all that research and report generating skills you spent two years developing are useful here. It gives you an edge over the others who are too used to paper & pen tests and are clueless as to how to generate a proper academic essay / research report. You are used to doing independent research so you know the tricks of finding and filtering useful information for your paper, and you know how to cite them properly. You are good at giving presentations - something you should have already realised when you're practising your OP for PW. All these benefits you don't see immediately cause you're back to the conventional assessment for the As, but I hope you'll just hold on to the craziness a bit longer, because really, life does get easier in Uni. Trust the education you have received, you're well-equipped with the skills to face uni. Seriously.
PS. Comments based on personal experience limited to Semester One hahaha so yeah, okay. A bit too soon to say anything but really, so far so good. Also a disclaimer, so far so good doesn't necessarily translate to good grades HAHA.
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| raya. |
[21 Oct 2009|04:41pm] |
I am obviously trying to destress from this hectic week, hence the uploading of photos from many weeks ago. Just needed to recall the good times I suppose, and remember that I had my times of fun so this crunch period is just a natural progression towards reaching equilibrium. ( changkat. )Quite an eventful day. One car, two girls (totally pimping it ya'll) going to three places,
four including the playground, basically five friends hanging out in six hours.
And me getting busted by my dad hahahah. Good times, good times.
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| Jalan KRayer |
[20 Oct 2009|12:06pm] |
 I'm supposed to be studying for my never-ending Mid Terms and prepare for my godknows how many assignments. This is the first time I'm feeling the stress of school, so much that I'm falling sick and my body just refuses to recover. It truly is dreadful. And the unbearable heat is triggering bad headaches that panadol can't cure. Erggh. But now that I'm slightly cheered up looking at the KRayer photos, I'm going to attempt some Hydrology now. |
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| The Umbrella Brigade |
[12 Oct 2009|03:58pm] |
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I boarded the shuttle hoping that I'd reach hall before it rained. As soon as I boarded the bus, it started pouring and the girls beside me grumbled about having no umbrella to cross the road over to their hall. Neither did I, but unlike the girls, I didn't worry much. In fact, turned out that I didn't have to. Right at the end of the sheltered pathway where I was supposed to zebra-cross over, stood two guys from The Umbrella Brigade. The one with the umbrella approached me and asked if he could ferry me across to my hall as part of their project. Initially I was a little suspicious but after being ensured that there was no hidden agendas and they wanted nothing from me (except to film me crossing the road and reaching my hall safely and dry) I agreed. I thought it was pretty sweet of them to come up with something so simple yet beneficial. I recall seeing them from the bus, rushing to a "strategic" crossing location from Biz School in the rain and I chuckled seeing them being so frantic. Little did I know that there were rushing so that they could help more people like me.
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| Bella Luna |
[29 Sep 2009|10:00pm] |
You make the most of boundary
You're the ghost of royalty imposing love
You are the queen and king combining everything
Intertwining like a ring around the finger, of a girl
I'm just a singer, you're the world
All I can bring ya
Is the language of a lover
Bella luna, my beautiful beautiful moon
How you swoon me like no other.
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Tonight I got serenaded by the melodious strumming of an acoustic guitar, which was well complemented by singing that was full of soul. On a cool, windy night like this, it makes me feel at ease. I am falling in love with my nights here in hall. I'm really blessed to have such lovely, lovely people. Knowing I needed comfort food, I get people knocking on my doors, offering me hugs and magical chocolate delights which instantly cured by bouts of sadness. This family makes me want to work even harder to secure my stay here next year but that is of course, at the expense of the other important things and people in my life.
People struggle to understand my nocturnal lifestyle, which sad to say is worse than an average person staying in hall I think, but I can't reason exactly what's keeping me up at night. I have my books open in front of me but I'm thinking of things beyond the textbook, beyond this current stage in my life. I won't deny that I am scared shitless but it seems like everytime I get around fear and paranoia, everything just falls into place. Come on, don't fail on me now.
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| complete. :) |
[23 Sep 2009|05:37pm] |
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( Back in hall but still feeling the joy of Raya! )The second night of Raya, my cousins and I went for a midnight movie @ E-Hub. I dreamt that I lived the life of the lead actress (Katherine Heigl) in The Ugly Truth that night, sans the happy ending. :( Haha. Don't tell my parents, but my cousins are crazy drivers who are dangerous on the road when they pretend to race.
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| Ramadhan/Syawal |
[21 Sep 2009|02:57am] |
Hello to whoever who still reads this humble blog of mine.
Haven't had time to update cause I'm mostly catching up on sleep or doing projects being happening (open to different interpretations) but in case you're wondering, despite being busy, I'm doing good and I'm enjoying life. Someone asked me to identify my greatest/happiest/best moment in life and I told him that that moment is now. I truly hope that everyone's feeling the same. I know some on my dear friends-list are having problems / feeling the stress of the As, but I assure you that things will get easier & better. :)
Hope this Ramadhan was better than the last. Personally for me, last year's was the best but this year's was such a unique experience on it's own. I'll remember this year for the daily "Socialising Sahur Sessions" with the muslims in KR, something I personally look forward to despite the tasteless and diarrhoea-inducing fried rice&noodles combo and diluted cordial drinks. The Hara timsums were worth it and so are the crazy bunch of people whose company I've grown to love. In my record of my favouritesttt events now include the midnight trip to the Geylang Bazaar + Coffee Shop @ Jalan Turi where we laughed ourselves silly, took jakun photos at the bazaar for the sake of Lionel (aka Luqman), where Zeya (aka Yusoff) did a dare and take a photo with a sleeping Einstein lookalike and where we ate like we haven't for a year.
Selamat Hari Raya, friends. Apologies for anything I might have said or done that might have upsetted you; I never intended to hurt. Hope everyone's still getting their green packets teeheehee. I'm now being overshadowed by baby Luke who grabs all the attention and all the $$. Maybe it's the economy or maybe I'm getting too old to receive my share of duit collection hahaha kidding. No, seriously.
xoxo
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| TGIT |
[10 Sep 2009|04:21pm] |
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I walked out of Soci lecture today because I just couldn't stay awake - had 1 hr of sleep before sahur, that's it. I need to go back and reset this bodyclock so that I can be fresh for my 8am-4pm non-stop tutorials&lectures every Thursday. EH WAIT, none of that! Now my odd week will start at 10am yay cause I'm done with GE1101 tutorials, which also means no more Orlando Woods. :( He is the handsomest person alive, so goodlooking that even Ali sacrificed sleep for tutorial. I love it when he does the roll call cause his pronunciation of names damn sexy ohmygah, batal puasa k please.
Cheap thrills aside, I signed up for 3 IHG trials and decided NOT to run for block committee this year because I think I need to properly settle first. Haha I almost changed my mind and wrote my name on the sign up sheet just now but I remembered that I need to choose my involvements wisely and prioritise accordingly. I'm quite proud of myself from abstaining actually haha. :D Also, Angel & Mortal game is progressing quite well too. I enjoy writing to Angel Cutie Pie soooo much that I always find myself eagerly anticipating his reply. Gay or what.
Sahur sessions aka socialising sessions in the morning have improved tremendously. Last time, only Mas's & my voices could be heard, now we're all talking, joking and laughing cause the boys are just so darn funny... We made plans for a new culture group in hall, KR NASH (Kent Ridge Nasyid) hahhaha and we also have plans to organize a jalan raya (raya visiting) WITHIN hall hahahahhaha. Can you imagine the sight, us in our kebayas and heels tottering down the hallways and boys in their songkok and samping glory, going from block to block? Serving drinks from our mini fridges and squeezing on the sofa bed. Quite hilarious. Also, Khad suggested we present the Uncle @ the kitchen with a little gift at the end of puasa to thank him for waking up early just to warm our food and serve us. Zeya suggested a (musical) Hari Raya card hahaha and I thought we'd decorate the place with ribbon ketupats & lights! hahahahah awesome or what. Honestly I wasn't feeling the Raya spirit this year, but discussing stupid plans this morning make me quite excited!
Going home in awhile. Hello eastside! I love my Fridays-Free timetable. :D
Oh. I almost forgot. September 11 tomorrow, that's his birthday.
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| my family in the west |
[07 Sep 2009|02:50am] |
Now this entry is about my other family. When I got back, I realised that I didn't have my contact lens case but Lionel came to my rescue and came over to my room to pass me his spare one. Then he asked me out to NTUC, which I gladly agreed cause I wanted to stock up on my Chilli Crab cup noodles. After waiting ten thousand years for the boys + car, and another ten for them to finish supper (standard activity at midnight), we finally made our way to NTUC where THEY RAN OUT OF CHILLI CRAB flavoured noodles. "Cause the lady who top up this row on leave". UPSETS k. I was ranting to the boys about how cheated I was cause I want nothing else but Chilli Crab (yeahyeah spoiled). We tried searching for the cartons and we found every other flavour but. :(
When we got back to hall, I went to the toilet to wash up then came back online where Lionel asked if I've seen them. "Seen what?" // "Open your door" and there they are!!! Two cups of Chilli Crab cup noodles and a note so thoughtfully written and lovingly signed. Hahahhaa. It's really small gestures like this, a simple note on the door, a card slipped under the door, a morning call to wake me up for sahur makes me feel at ease and very very loved. What sweethearts I have here in hall. <3
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| my home in the east |
[06 Sep 2009|11:39pm] |
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IBG aside, on Wed night I went back home cause Sister & Luke is back in town. I remember having my heart beating so furiously while I was in the bus, anxious to get home to see my little boy. I can still remember how he greeted me that night, how he gave me a strong handshake and did a proper salam (like, he pulled my hand towards his mouth, i didn't even have to initiate it) and how he gave me a flying kiss that is beyoooooond adorable! Apparently my mum just taught him the gesture earlier that day. So smart my boy. Thurs after school I rushed my project, after which I went home to spend the rest of my week with the family & the boy. <3
Now that I'm back in hall, with Luke & my sister gone, I feel a bit... I don't know. I won't say I am homesick because I love staying in hall! But I suppose even though I have my KR family who really looks out for me and take good care of me, nothing beats the family I grew up with, through thick & thin. There really is unity in adversity and I cannot explain just how much my family means to me. I was just thinking about how selfless they are, sacrficing whatever little they have just for me... I feel a little spoiled now. I wonder if I can ever repay their generosity, basically everything they've given me.
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| game woes and pseudo-abuse bruises |
[27 Aug 2009|12:16am] |
Today was day 2 of Volleyball IBG. Yesterday we won all 2 games with the support of our varsity player and without her presence today, I could feel all of us feeling a tad bit apprehensive and nervous for the remaining 2 games. The first match against A block was a very very tough fight, the score margin was insanely close. We won the first set, lost the second. The third & determining set almost gave me a cardiac arrest! We were down 13-11, two points away from losing, morale down and everyone intensely quiet. They served, we watched the ball go over the net and I screamed "LET IT GO, LET IT GO!" A good call made by Eunice, the ball landed outside the court and so we gained possession. 13-12. The crowd went wild and they cheered "3 more Nad, 3 more!" Shit, I then realised that it was my turn to serve! The first serve was my trademark rocket serve that went slightly over the net, they missed and I heaved a great sigh of relief - it barely went over. 13-13. Second was a flatter serve that they couldn't control. 13-14, game point. By then I was already very stressed and I'm pretty sure my facial muscles were very tensed as well. I tried to steady myself and tune out the cheers from the sidelines but I made a bad serve. 14-14. At that point of time, I felt a little disappointed for imposing unnecessary stress on the team because now we really needed to defend the next serve. Thank goodness for QiuTong who made a good save and saved the day!
The final match was against a block which is generally rather good at sports and they had volleyball players who have the reputation of setting very mean serves. We had a fairly good start but then it rained so we stopped the first set at 3-2, trailing just by one. We were secretly happy when the clouds came, I suppose the rain dance did help to call the RainGods; postponing the match would mean our IVP could play the next time hence better chance at winning the championship. :) [edit : just found out she sprained her ankle, so GG, we're still playing without her]
I was insanely relieved because the jitters were getting to me and I could feel my insecurities threatening to disrupt my play and momentum. So much so that I dreaded my name being called to make up the 2 freshie quota in the first lineup. After returning to hall, I received a letter from Angel Cutie Pie who made me regain the lost confidence. ... I was looking at you serve in the first set against E-block at 14-08 down. I was telling the guy beside me you need to serve 6 times across the net at least to tie the score and this is no mean feat especially cos you guys were 1 point away from losing. Zzomg and it happened! And you guys went on to win the whole thing! Wah I cheered damn loud sia but I don't think you noticed the supporters cos you look so focused when serving. ... But seriously I am in awe of how steady you and the rest of the team were, to soak up the pressure really well. Last night I came back happy and yes, proud that I helped make the comeback. But it wasn't until I read the letter did I realise that I made the almost impossible happen; I honestly did not realise that we were just 1 scary point away from losing! This realisation and new-found perspective from my angel made me look at things more positively and I am now more confident and excited for the re-scheduled match! I'm ready to fight for the block and give my all, none of this nervous shitzzz! Oh well, even IF we do lose, at least we'll win 2nd place. :D
This photo doesn't show how bad it really is, the colour in real-life is a nasty mix of red & blue, somewhat purple I suppose. I must make the ugly and painful abuse-like bruises and bumps on my arms worth it!
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| the start of IBG |
[20 Aug 2009|09:47am] |
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Inter-block games start later this evening and I already have butterflies in my stomach. Stupid girl, getting all nervous for something totally unimportant. I may have messed up priorities but at least I'm having lots of fun. I really miss doing sports. I bumped into MinLi yesterday and we were discussing whether we should join IFG Floorball because in TJ hockey, it's an unspoken rule to hate floorball.
Angel&Mortal game has also begun, I got my first letter from one of my two angels "Cutie Pie" yesterday. HAHAHA cutie pie sia. Pretty hard to narrow down my suspects cause the boyzzz in my block are all perasan like that. Which is why we = friends.
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| official first week of whatssitcalled? school? |
[17 Aug 2009|11:33am] |
My first week of school and I already missed one lecture cause of a fever that I strongly suspect was self-induced. Most of the KR freshies I know are already "mugging" but here I am, still in my honeymoon period, spending all my time going for trainings and having my own self-training instead of starting on my readings. I sprained my ankle Friday morning during floorball and I refused to sit out, just like how I refused to skip netball & volley training that evening/night. My excuse? Me being captain. Ha ha ha. Sometimes I think I deserve a slap for being so stubborn. Oh, and remember by obscene inner thigh injury? Well it's back. Urgh.
After training on Fri, we sat around waiting for 4am Saturday morning so that we could order Macs breakfast. I'm slowly finding myself a part of this hall-supper culture, which is not good! Stayed up to talk and by 7.45am I was out of the "house" for my weekly mentoring session @ Madrasah Aljunied. I was dozing off in the train and by the time I got to Bugis, my eyes could barely open cause of my dry contacts so, half-squinting, I found my way out of the gates and walked into Guardian to purchase some eye-drops. Haha I am quite a joke.
In the afternoon, I went to Grand Hyatt to attend the Guru Arif Budiman smthing-smthing award ceremony. I was severely underdressed I thought but it's okay, the focus was on the teachers and not me anyway. Though actually I thought Hydir, this Anugerah contestant, received more attention than the awardees. I remember getting myself some sushi & a variety of sinful dessert from the buffet table when this boy came up to me, smiled and said hello. I thought he was being polite so I said hello back. The next thing I know, this boy was up onstage singing and it was only then did I realise that he was the ohsofamous Hydir, the contestant that my OLDER sister is (was?) madly infatuated with. So I videocalled her and made her all jealous - haha super cheap thrill.
Sitting with Cikgu Y's family was fairly awkward but lucky I had Gladia's mum (who thought I was Cikgu Y's sister in law!!!) & Mrs Loke to talk to. Apparently Mrs Lim the VP was at my own award ceremony last week and the Ps&VPs were talking about how proud they were of me. I felt really touched and comforted by the things they said, and after talking to the teachers, I felt excited to begin my very own teaching career. Conversations with my TJ teachers, Ms Woodford, Ms J and Ms Kwan included, always made me feel good and confident of myself. I guess it's good to be reminded every now and then, of why I chose this path.
Wednesday, while most of KR was at the Hall Bash, Huimin, Jia Yun and I spent our evening with our beloved Dimira instead @ Ion / DQ, since it was her last night in Singapore. H2H talks with Jon & crazy-assed fun & incessant laughter with the girls&boys alwayssss make me miss TJ/IP. In KR I make friends on a superficial "hi-bye" level but these people from TJ mean a lot to me, a whole damn lot.
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Do not use iPod, cell phones (including text messages), internet-capable devices, game devices, etc. during class. Students should only be engaging in activities related to class during class time (no email, movies or TV shows, sleeping, irrelevant readings/assignments). If caught, you will be asked to leave the class immediately and receive no participation points for the week.
• Students reporting violators of rules of respect will receive extra credit.
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