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Sunday, February 26, 2006
Boy, I must admit I am nearly overwhelmed by the immense amount of stuff I have to learn. There are passing, locking, cushioning, spinning, creating space, blah blah... What is most daunting is the fact that I am left with one month to master the fundamentals and pick up real-life playing techniques before the girls gotta play in the tourney in April. So, I thank my good friends for all the support they have shown me. =) You know, it's really much easier to be motivated to give your best when your friends give so much to you. Haha, I really do want to play in the tourney and that's why I want to give my all. No doubt, it gets quite stressful at times but I guess, as long as I do my best in every training and playing, I don't see why I can't make my own miracle in that damn fucking one month. Posted by |z|r| at
Sunday, February 19, 2006
February 19, 2005
Mrs V. Change Principal Nuthouse Junior College [Address: CONFIDENTIAL] Dear Mrs Change Request for a change of Chemistry tutor I am a Year Two student in the Science faculty of this college and I would like to make a complaint against my Chemistry tutor and request for a permanent replacement of that tutor. The tutor is no other than _________ ; his face is God's sculpture of an epitome of irredeemable idiocy complemented with a clumsy grasp of teaching his subject. I am not insulting his intelligence. I am certain of his knowledge of Chemistry. However, knowing and teaching a subject are two absolutely different issues. His teaching is so terrible -oh, did I tell you- that he unfailingly pauses and falters as many as a few times per lesson to reflect his methods of solving tutorial questions. I assure you, he even has committed a few boo-boos before, much to the consternation of my classmates. Regrettably, we must express our horror that such a tutor was employed under your wise and capable management of our college. We could offer to do a petition for his immediate removal, if you want, to show our earnest sincerity in improving our Chemistry grades so as to maintain the college's excellent academic record. We absolutely do not want to defile this image that the school so assiduously builds because we want to serve with honour. Please, I beseech you, to consider our plea to install a new and better Chemistry tutor. Our precious As are at stake. Thank you.Yours sincerely, ______________ Posted by |z|r| at
Saturday, February 11, 2006
This week was a sheer torture, to say the least. I never had so much self-doubt, so much fear, so much sadness. When I finally did what my heart had been urging me to, it triggered a chain of carthartic events which really, really changed me internally. At the end of it all, I could finally wipe my eyes and say,"I did it without any regrets." I don't know what I did was right. I don't know. But my feelings were, and are still as earnest and genuine as before. The only thing that changed was that I needn't hide anymore. Maybe I still need to. But at least, the truth that I painfully hid so long was something I needn't deliberately conceal now. I struggled with my imperfections and I loathed them. Yet, when I finally decided to use my tears to wash those vulnerabilities away, I felt stronger... Courage heals pain. Sometimes, all we need to do is to feel our hearts and leap across our perceived obstacles and then we exhilrate in the knowledge that we have done something we once thought we never have the courage to do so. Truths are sometimes lies. Lies are sometimes truths. If we never go beyond those boundaries, we will never discover what is the truth, a sweet truth that brings true happiness. Be Strong Delta Goodrem Are you swimming upstream in oceans of blue? Do you feel like your sinking? Are you sick of the rain after all you've been through? Well I know what you're thinking When you can't take it You can make it Sometime soon I know you'll see 'Cause when you're in your darkest hour And all of the light just fades away When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray Well hang on and be strong Where taking each step one day at a time You can't loose your spirit Let live and let live forget and forgive It's all how you see it And just remember keep it together Don't you know you're never alone 'Cause when you're in your darkest hour And all of the light just fades away When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray Well hang on, and be strong No you're not defeated And soon you'll be smiling once again Then you won't have to feel it Let it go with the wind Time passes us by And know that you're allowed to cry 'Cause when you're in your darkest hour And all of the light just fades away When you're like a single flower whose colours have turned to shades of gray Well hang on and be strong Posted by |z|r| at
Monday, February 06, 2006
Foreword: The entry was the result of an unwilling obligation to participate in some kind of spastic tagging game thanks to Miss Vanessa Oh - oops! (Joking, joking...hehe)  This is my (ideal) man!!!Ideally, my man is 15 years older, a Caucasian, well-built, has sufficient body hair that exudes sheer masculine sensuality. Look at Hugh Jackman. Awww...he oozes so much sex appeal that he makes my heart pound wildly and sends my blood rushing to my nose and threatening to drool through the nostrils. However, due to circumstances, I am forced to give up the dream of ever marrying such a guy and embrace a few down-to-earth qualities I would want in my man. So, I see him as 1. an average-looking guy. Walau, I absolutely don't wanna any girls to hysterically chase after him and go ooohs and ahhs over him because he is just so gorgeous. Oh, but he has to be taller than me and must be lean. I guess, it's pretty easy to qualify this aspect since I am afterall, urm...156 centimetres tall. 2. a sincere and kind person. Oh, I can't stress how much I'd love to have a man who genuinely offers friendship to anyone who seeks it or not. He doesn't bother with ostentatious pretensions to make himself look good. He thinks for other people and helps them if he can. 3. a family-oriented dood. If I am with a guy, I see him as someone who can be a life partner. So, it's imperative that he cares for his family and helps to run it. You know, it really shows when a guy bothers to help to do housework for his momma and wash bras for his sister. Okay, I was kidding the last part. But truth is, I just want a guy who works hard for his family and cares to give hugs and kisses to his kids. 4. a deep-thinker. The philosopher in me likes discussions of intellectually intriguing things. So, this guy has to be a sufficiently mature and analytical thinker who can tolerate my fierce need to ramble about all kinds of deep stuff. 5. a comfortable lover who gives me freedom and independence to explore things outside the relationship. I am wild at heart and I seek adventure in the new and exciting. So if he is too needy and not give me space, he's most probably gonna suffocate me. 6. someone who is independent and self-reliant. He seeks to earn his own merits and money by his effort and intelligence. I totally despise guys who are human leeches, sucking someone else's blood to live a high life. 7. a moderate romantic. Not too unromantic nor too romantic, with enough initiative to spring small surprises occasionally to brighten my day. 8. my best-est friend. I can be myself in front of him and not afraid to be vulnerable towards him. He can look at me when we just wake up and say "Hell, you look horrible!" and still love me like he shall always do. Posted by |z|r| at
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Oh darn it. I shouldn't have blogged that previous entry. People must be thinking that I am pining hopelessly for a guy or something. It was just a screwed-up attempt to bring a personal touch to an otherwise emotionally remote blog. So, I beseech my dear readers to treat it lightly.=D And now... Walau, this morning's prize-giving event on the podium was a colossal embarrassment for me. I cannot express enough how mortified I was. Even the thought of it now disturbs me. Yet, I cannot deny that it was quite amusing too, in some sense. Oh, can you imagine how elated, how delighted I was when I knew Aqua had won the Best House Banner? Boy, was I swelling with pride when I took the trophy from Mrs Cheng's hands. And I even asked her for permission to allow me to cheer. "Mrs Cheng, can I cheer my house?" "Oh, of course you can." She smiled kindly. Oh great! Then, I turned around to look at Haowen expectingly. But he had a weird look on his face, and he seemed to gesture to me urgently. What was it??? And then I knew. I caught sight of Mr Menon's grim face and I literally leapt off the podium la. I could hear the commotion breaking out from my house area. Goodness, this has to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, man. I seriously cannot believe that I made another public blooper again. But I guess, it wasn't that bad, though my junior seems to mean another thing when he told me it was a 'little bit' embarrassing... =X Posted by |z|r| at |
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