Tomorrow's Track and Field day, so basically sports day. Due to some problem with the supplier, however, our entire house has not recieved their house shirts, awfully retarded as the other houses will be in full house united colours and ours, a rojak of different TPJC colours.
I'll be heading over to NYJC for the last of my matches, really hope I win my game but I doubt myself, adding to the stress that some NYJC damaians may be spectating. A short update this one'll be, but I'll just leave you with this song, awesome. Accoustic at its best. Tisbury Lane by Mae, couldn't find the MV butt his'll do. Enjoy.
TPJC - Millenia Institute Saturday, April 26, 2008
A jam packed week with matches with Raffles JC and Millenia Institute. Tutorials and tests filling any extra slots, an inter-class debate and with only 5 hour sleeps as my only respite. In end I went home this Friday night at 11pm with a best speaker win from the debate, my proposition also winning the argument 'This house believes that racial equality is an impossible deal', a 9-3 victory over MI and 9-0 loss over RJC, and a huge improvement from physics from 34% to 73% in my test :D
Not too bad a week. I had so much much more to blog about but since I didn't write it down, my memory has failed me and there won't be as much content in this update. My bad. I accompanied some of my friends to the Parent Teacher Meeting after tennis, cuz the MI match ended around 5. After dinner at the nearby block 201 with a convenient bubble tea shop, supermarket and food court, we headed back to school. Apparently our principal is the best I've had since schooling. She's got interesting stories and analogies, and a far better command of english than Damai's ex principal. A quote from one of her morning talks, 'In the past, why does the master sit in the horse carraige while the driver sits out infront? So that the superior in the interior, does not see the posterior of his inferior, on the exterior.'
Seeing my reputation from teachers without having my parents first hear them is a relieve to know that if anything, I've got a buffer time before the next PTM to change, as they we're busy this time and couldn't attend. But the comments were relatively postive, to my surprise. Phew. Anyways I won't bore ya any further, here're some pictures to break the monotony.
I took cue from Cheryl's awesome macro photos and experimented it with tennis in mind, any opinions?
Just a group photo, from left to right, top row then bottom, Jun De, classmate and recreational tennis player. Vishaal, my tennis double partner who hits largely topspin balls. Edward my captain, adept at all strokes, Danny my chinese class classmate who scored C6 too, but a mix of Indonesian and Chinese parents, hilarious guy, don't know why he didn't smile in this picture, haha. Sellick, another recre-player who umpires quite well if not for the occasional bias he has to our team.
Down, Khayne, a hard hitter who has quick temper, and with 5 years of experience I think. Ivor, 'the half court wall' who is the most proficient at smacks, volleys, dropshots. Equally adept as Dabby at ground strokes, making him I think the second best player in our team. He's slightly taller than me, making him able to reach nearly any ball with ease at the net.
Then that's me, easily the weakest in the competitive team (two teams of recreational and competitive) in terms of experience and consistency. From aces to double faults, I don't really show much consistency. I think it's just years of experience to get consistent, so I gotta be patient. But to break into this sport wioth aims of topping it nationally is unrealistic, considering majority int he field have started out since primary schools. I, on the other hand, have only 7 months of experience so far, a long way to go...
Khayne serving. By the way this is not the same Cain that Mark, Ben and Cheng Chong talk about. His serves are often too hard and too low, hitting the net, but when it passes, it often aces.
Edward's service is extremely consistent when he plays matches. He's got lots of style too, in his strokes.
Ah, now the macro. the backdrop is the track/field infront of the stadium, with the podium nicknamed the titanic for its similarity to the bow of a ship.
My racket, at a cool $235. I shouldn't be using something this professional though, it's like giving a RazerLachesis to a newbie at gaming, but I guess in the long run when I improve, I'd have saved money from buying two different levels of racquets.
And finally, a macro of the artificial field. The black spongey material coating the field and protecting the base keeps kicking up when you slide on this field, and they'd ultimately find some way into your socks and shoes. Irritating.
That's it then, the rest of the weekend seems free except today evening, we're going out to celebrate Mark and Ben's birhtday belatedly. Ah, I could use the rest =/
The newest composition has the first paragraph taken from a nursery rhyme, so that I drew some inspiration from. I didn't intend to wholely rip it, but in the end it paired up well. Only using the ite/ght end to compose, I thought it'd be interesting trying to think of all the words that had that ending. So far they've all been a bit raw, rhyming mainly in one syllable words, but few start out a Mozart. So if any, please give me some comments. P:
Starlight, Starbright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight.
Beneath the stars, I caught your sight, Since then, I wished, I could hold you tight. Into the blue, like a beautiful kite, My love for you, lifted, took flight.
We'll have our differences, we may be contrite, But mull it over, there's no need to fight,
I know as long as we're together, we'll be alright.
This is only cuz I want to archive the compositions, so I'm repeating this one.
In a sea of us, You stand above. With all my heart, 'Tis you I love.
Overhead starry skies, I shan't tell any lies, I will wait the years, Even if it takes a hundred tries.
Newspaper collection on Saturday was a surprisingly enjoyable CIP, paling in contrast to the poor planning of the Damai one. A huge van took us around to the various collection points after our gruelling collection, then dropping us off to unload and then go to the next block. Meanwhile en route inside, we'd hurl newspaper balls and bat each other. Lot's of retarded humour :D
After a burger king lunch, Cheryl Shermaine and I headed over to Suntec to help Shermaine get a racquet. Managed to get a vibra damper and wristbands, both Wilson. Got half a dozen doughnuts from Doughnut Factory too, I'm left with the awesome apple cinnamon and strawberry milk chocolate one now.
Haven't been using the camera lately so I've got no pictures to post though, sorry about that. Subject tests coming up mext week, so I'm off to mug.
My sensitivity has been costly to a friendship, and what I hope that would be more than that. Possessiveness, sensitivity. I trust time will work things out, but right now I hate this bleak animosity. It wasn't entirely my fault but it was largely mine.
I keep looking for things in the wrong places, and it's really demanding for me to be so patient. It's come so far, so I really hope something like this won't change things.
My tennis A divisions had our first (nationals I think) match this afternoon against MJC. We lost all 5 games from singles and doubles, and my game was a thrashed 9-2. One set, first to nine. It was much better than the friendly match with AJC, but even though my coach and many say it's normal to lose so badly for the first few games the first year of tennis, it doesn't help in comforting. Furthermore I was hoping so badly that she'd turn up and spectate, but like the previous, she didn't.
Thanks though, to Jake, Mark and Ben. You guys are really dependable, I owe ya.
Whee! I went looking for a new tennis bag so I wouldn't have to lug three things everytime I had practice. (Sling bag, shoe bag and racquet) And this is what I got :D I think it looks AWESOME. Lol, and I got it for a cheap 48, Not too big nor too small, originally meant for badminton but can be used for tennis racquets.
Went to Queensway Shopping Centre All the way to the west for the third time, a gruelling ride but accompanied with two tennis teammates of mine, Danny and Khayne. Really fruitful day and they were a riot :P I'm shorter on cash but I like buying this stuff whereby you know it'll outlast it's cost by durability and satisfaction.
Saturday, Speech day, and a bunch of us returned to Damai, nostalgia pouring in. Joseph was gonna recieve the top in O Levels for Damai and we decided to pop back to collect our certs. He musta been really elated by the prestige, and me, cast in a shadow, no exaggeration here. During a small family reunion dinner later that night, my relative actually asked 'Who was the one who topped the school arh? Oh, not you, your twin issit?' Pretty insensitive dammit. Here's my bro on the school plaque, and him recieving the prize. Taken by my mum.
The rest of the day didn't go so well as planned, with inadequate budget/time, and improper attire if we wanted to go for LAN. So off home we went. Meanwhile, I've become tanned to the point that my coach says I look like a Malay. As it is I have to but sunblock on to ensure I don't become Indian. Jeez. My skin seems to become tanned faster than others, the rest of the team don't look as black, and as much as it's healthy to be more tanned not some metrosexual who's white like a wussy girl, too dark ain't good either...