its raining outside and i'm feeling thoughtful.

a picture from the takraw match, which i spent the whole of my sunday at [that was last last sunday, to be exact]



















nothing much to be said about the match, except that our guys were really good, and their performance was impressive. but other halls, especially sheares and temasek, gave a good run for the trophy. but as expected, we triumphed in the end. er, yay?

somehow i had the feeling our guys just looked better.
i mean, they looked like greek gods; tanned and bronzed skin, well built, muscular but lean, blah blah. generally they just looked like they were real athletic. i mean, they looked like they were REAL takraw players, for goodness sake! the temasek team was so pale-looking.[ i have an obvious bias for tanned people, cant help it!] but they were really, really good.

we were <-> this close to losing.
the matches, especially the last ones against temasek, were all-inspiring.
somehow, getting caught up in the midst of everything, i had actually forgotten my motive of going down to sheares. i just let my camera lay idle hanging in front of me and shouted like a mad woman. i couldnt stop cheering. i totally lost any kind of professionalism a photographer should have. *sigh* i know i should look pro and dettached but i just couldnt help it.


i was so inspired i went back home to try takraw kicks.
if there's a women's team, i swear i ll be first to go for the trials. *sheepish* heh.
dont laugh at me; i can kick quite high ok. as high as my head is, while im standing straight.
tried a bit of taekwondo last time.


anyway, enough of that.

been kind of stressed out lately. school, commitments, stuff... thousand things running across my mind.... at the same time i feel sad i havent read the whole stack of books i wanted to read during the holidays. sigh. but i want to read nausea. oh. *disappointed* i ll borrow it tomorrow and start reading. i should ban myself from msn. its the most useless and time-consuming thing in the whole wide world. but considering a good number of my friendships were, are and are going to be built based on msn conversations... maybe not so soon... after chinese new year bah.

photocopied the stuff for dad and passed it to him today.
sometimes he reminds me of a little boy who just doesnt grow up.
sometimes i wish i werent his daughter, because i just feel like i cant live up to the expectations of others based on the fact that im his daughter. i havent inherited any of his good traits, sadly.

for one thing, it can be quite saddening when your dad just got 5 straight As for all this modules last sem. and that he's taking a masters degree while you, poor sod, arent even a sophomore yet.


i wish i was good at studying; i wish i liked studying. i wish i was good [some people assure me and say im good, but for my conditions and circumstances, im simply not good enough] at chinese... i wish i liked it more than just a little. sigh.


nobody's forcing me, but i keep wanting to live up to other people's expectations.
and my own.



the ball is coming at me
i know what i should do
but what will i do?