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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

NUS Open 2006

Alright here's the post. Took the liberty of writing this while I'm supposed to be doing math. Once again I am doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, or rather the right thing at the wrong time. Might as well continue on what I have started.

As promised earlier, this post is about the NUS Open 2006. Although it was a pretty short tournament which lasted only for a meagre two days, it was as good as any tournament can be. Frankly speaking, I did not know what I was in for, and I assume that the others did not expect much either.

It turned out to be one exceedingly proliferant experience, and it actually did not feel too bad wearing a jersey with a different number. Even though with sixteen, 1+6= 7. It was still a different number anyway.

Alright, our first match was against RJC. Most, if not all, of the RJC J2 guys were in the Combined Schools team. You would think that this weakened them by substantial amounts, but they still had tons of players there. Leaves me wondering. Anyway, it was the first match, and I was on the "rest list". Felt pretty disappointed, but I guess it was alright. We played a composed game, not yielding to the opponents' attempts to break our defense. Game ended with a scoreline of 6-5. Anyway, a win is a win. We went for lunch at the NUS canteen and played our next game against Catalyst. By then, the team had bonded quite well.

I was the starter for the game against Catalyst. I was pitching so badly during warm up that I would be of better utility to the team as a piece of dirt on the ground. I decided I should not go on with the warm up. No point in trying to change things then. Better go in as an incapable pitcher full of stamina, than one who is already tired out.

The game started soon after. The first inning ended after only four batters, a runner stranded on first base. I was pitching unexpectedly well. Maybe I had used up all my bad pitches during warm up. I went on to hold for a while, and got relieved by YH when I let in some runs. Two or three runs, but it did not matter in the least. I did the best I could.

I think Ivan hit a homer against them. Nice shot.

It was that day, I was welcomed into the world of out-of-the-park homers. Personally I only have one homer this year. Grand slam out-of-the-park. That was all. Which proves the point that I hit for bases.

Anyway, the game ended with a respectable scoreline of 5-2. Very respectable, since their team consisted of National players and ex-National players. With the exception of Bises and Leonard I think.

The day ended just like that.

The next day had a pretty early start, considering the fact that we had to be at the NUS field by 7am. I woke at 5, packed my stuff, and left for McDonalds. Swei was waiting for me there. After a quick breakfast, we set off. Thanks to his parents for providing transport. Honestly, without them I would not have had enough sleep. I would have to wake up at around 4am, if my calculations are right.

We were not the first to reach there. Jee Boon was already there, found out he reached at around 6.15am. That is so maddy.

We started warm up at around 7.15am. Sadly we were playing at field 1, but it was alright I guess. I played a bit for this game against AC Alumni as a first baseman. I had one pretty good at bat, hitting a triple. Sadly I could not join the "over-the-fence" club, but who cares. I hit for bases.

We eventually won the game. I think this was the game in which Jee Boon and Jia Yuan hit back-to-back homers. The first one I've seen in my entire life. Well, at least not on the computer screen.

Next game was right after, against Ngee Ann Polytechnic. Yuan Hong started first. I only pitched one inning for this game, and I drew two K's. For batting, I was 1 for 2. The score was 24-0, which was pretty much ownage.

I shall not comment about our signal. Interesting as it is.

After that was the break. Went and bought McDonalds for the guys with Andre and Bert. The first time I have seen such a huge McDonalds order. It was mighty heavy too, but it made a good meal indeed.

Next match was against HC Alumni. The semi-finals. I was a DP. I pretty much got owned by Kenneth, got jammed and hit a foul pop. The team did well to pile up the runs though. Hong Shen made a double play! A nice one too. Then there was a pitching change and I hit a single off Coach Alex. Too bad it was of no use at all. I was 1 for 2.

We won the match, but I do not know of the score, too bad.

Then came the final. It was against Catalyst again, but this time Bises was pitching. Another meeting of old friends. I grounded out the first at bat. The match was scoreless for around three innings, both teams defended well.

Then came the "Best Batter", hitting a solo homer to commence the slugfest. We kept on scoring and scoring. I even hit a double to start a rally. Running home and drawing the run. Phew. The highlight of my tournament. Chuckles. In the end we owned them and yeah. Happy ending.

We even got a Hush Puppies shirt.

After that, it was pretty sad to leave the dudes, not knowing when our next gathering as a team would be. It was damn fun dudes! Looking forward to the next tournament together.

Anyway, a bit of extra here. Went for dinner with Swei. Fish and chips, and there was something in my water. Let's not say what it is, but it was black and it was floating on top of my water. Pthooooey. Thanks Swei and family.

I don't believe Hong Shen. 20% form???? Demoralizing. I put 110% into the NUS Open.

I await the next plethora of Combined Schools ephemera.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Apologies.

Sorry people for not having updated for ages. I promise I will update soon. On the NUS Open.


Combined Schools '06 rules lol.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

sunday.

Hey it's another post!

Well, today was decidedly fun. Curious as to why it is so?

Morning, went to church. I realised that it was no point troubling myself by thinking so much. It didn't matter anyway because they don't give a damn, so fine. I'm all smiles. I made do with what I got and hey, it isn't that bad after all. It was fun drinking tea. It was fun joking around during lesson. It was fun getting the medicated oil from Sarah Jauw's mum. Laughs. It was fun chatting with almost everyone that came to the table, and it was fun (somehow) doing the comprehension papers with Samuel. He certainly is smart. I now have two more comprehensions and ten more summaries.

That's for English. Never mind.

Stayed in church for quite a long time, doing the comprehension. Not bad. Left at around 1330. Don't even remember taking the bus, only remember taking the MRT. So like, after half an hour I reached Bishan station.

Guess who I saw right after I got out the barrier.

Marcus and Medwin Tan! They were going for lunch, so I sort of tagged along. Ate at KFC, walked a bit around Junction 8 and then went to play arcade.

Darn it was one heck of an arcade session. Ten times more fun than playing yourself, I must say. We played Daytona, Bishi Bashi Hyper, Time Crisis 3 and back to Daytona. You won't believe what we did next.




Time Crisis 3. Darn ninjas.





THE DANCE MACHINE.




The perfect fat burning tool.





It was one heck of an exercise routine. All the TAF clubs in Singapore should buy a dance machine. I was panting and sweating profusely after a few rounds of play, despite the air-conditioning. My goodness. No wonder the pros of the dance games are all so skinny.

Well we played and played and played. It was fun. Even though I got owned at Bishi Bashi by some little kid. Chuckles. No matter what I'm still the pro at Time Crisis. Don't believe? Ask Medwin. Maybe Marcus. He was begging me to die faster lol.

That felt like just a few moments ago. Well, life's much better when you accept that some people just can't be bothered to give a damn, and that some others really do give more than a damn. (=

Alright people that's the post. I predict that England won't get to the semi-finals. No offence, but the way they played against Paraguay, leaves me wondering whether they can even reach the second round.

Don't worry, be happy. Get used to what life throws at you. Many many years to go!

Have fun.

Anyone wanna help with my pacman project? =P

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Crazy me.

Long time no blog! Bet you guys miss my posts(if there are any readers). Chuckles.

So... What have I been up to these days, you may ask.

The answer is pretty obvious, for those who know me. In case you don't, well, I shall elaborate. Bear with me.

Ever since yesterday, I have set high expectations of myself this holidays. How high? Here's a list.

1.Finish your work

A really tough one to settle. That is precisely why it's the first thing on my list. Hmm. Maybe I won't. We'll see.

2.Don't screw up Combined Schools

Now now. This one is nearly half as tough as finishing my work. Honest. Even though I haven't exactly been training, I think I still can play decently. Maybe? Been throwing with random people and swinging rolled-up newspapers everyday. Maybe I won't be that much behind.

3.Finish your pac-man project

Woohoo! This one is ultra ownage. Laughs. The idea came from something I saw in youtube. Here's the video.



Alright dudes, here's the plan. I am 1% done with my pac-man project. I need cardboard and lots of tape. Yellow and red colour paper too. Anyone can provide me with those? It's arts and crafts for me, baby. Appreciate any help. You could come over to my house and help out if you'd like, but inform me first! Don't just appear at my doorstep. Crystal clear?

Upon completion of the project, I personally will be pac-man and I will wear it to school one fine day. Maybe after the O's. I'll need a cameraman and a ghost. I'll run into Junction 8 wearing it if I go crazy enough. Maybe the ghost won't follow me then because I think I'm the only one crazy enough. Laughs. Application begins now contact me lol.

I am crazy.

4.Complete Time Crisis 3

I have tried a few times to do it, but sadly the furthest I've got to was stage three and a half. Just that little bit more. I will do it!!

Hmm. That's all I have on the list for now. I'll update when I think of more things! Yeah.


Wish you guys the best holidays ever! I bet you wish my wish would come true. Whatever.

Have fun!

Monday, June 05, 2006

Farewell.

I can't believe what is happening to people nowadays. I really have no idea. I catch no ball.

I tried to be friendly. I really did.

I offered my friendship, I tried reach out to others.
I tried to care, I tried to show concern.
I tried to be a friend.

Just like any other friend, albeit one who tries to give a damn.

Now, now. Finally I know the reason behind it, I feel betrayed. But betrayed by who?

Myself?

What did I do now. Was I in the wrong? I don't think so. What I did was totally logical. Not anything bizarre or out-of-this-world. I was merely trying to provide care and concern, I was just trying to help make life better.

I guess I made life worse huh. A non-living thing like a computer could make you happier. A non-living thing like a book can make you happier. You know you'd be better off without me around. FINE. I swear that as long as I have hair on my head I'll never take the initiative to try to talk to you, my friend. Consider it settled. You won't hear from me.

I know that you know that you'll be happier without me bothering you all the time.

Just to let you know. You once made me feel just like any other boy. Carefree, devoid of any worries, just living life as it is without any qualms. Then you suddenly transformed into something entirely dissimilar. My skies are overcast. Storms rage within me like never before.

You know, it hurts so much when I'm putting in everything just to be like any decent friend, to no avail. You know, it hurts so much when I put in my all, just to get that attitude thrown right at my face.

I'd rather people throw rocks at me. Break my jaw, crack my skull. It wouldn't hurt as much as this. You nearly killed the real me. The caring part of me. The humane side of me. Now I'm struggling, with every breath I take, to revive my true self.

Deep in my heart, you will always be the friend that you once were. The friend that I once loved.

It took a lot out of me to finally give up on this. All I can do is wish you all the best.

I'll keep praying that one fine day, you will come back to pull me out of this humongous crevasse I am in.

Always praying for you, friend. No matter how you treat me like, no matter how you find me a nuisance. I pray to God. I wish you well.

Now I have given up. It'll be fine if I go blind. I'll miss seeing, but I'll be fine. God decides what He wants to do to me. I had no choice in the first place anyway, so why not accept it.

Love is a funny thing indeed.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

darn

You know. It's easy to say things to others when you don't know how they are feeling.

"Oh, those poor earthquake victims. Never mind la. These sort of things don't happen to us."

Easy to say?

"Oh you got hit by ball ah? Very pain hor."

Like duh.

"Why you so emo? Be happy la!"

Easier said than done.

Why oh why. My mind runs wild at the very thought.

It's freaky. Will your shadow haunt me for the rest of my life?

grrarrrrhh

Alright. Since I'm so freaking emo right now. Might as well blog.

Honestly, I do not know why I am feeling this way. Today was somehow a better Sunday than previous ones, but I wonder what's happening. Why do I always get so emo on Sundays? Somebody kick my ass and tell me why.

Sad to say, I am clueless about what to do with my life. Fine, I study. FINE. So what do I do after I study? When I need a rest? When I need someone to talk to? When I need a hand to hold?

Do I just give myself a good, hard slap and continue studying? Or do I just collapse on my bed and go to sleep?

Truth to be told, I hate the way my life is going right now. Yes, I got in the Combined Schools team. So what? I got okay results. So what?

Yes, I do have friends. Friends as they are, only a small minority are able to show the least bit of care and concern for me, and I thank them for it. Maybe it's just me. Maybe its because I'm just dying for that hand to hold. Jo you bozo.

It is tough being me, I must say, having only a few friends who do give a damn. I walk around all day by myself because no one wants to accompany me. I end up talking to myself. I end up staring at the ceiling. I END UP LIKE A F*CKING PATHETIC ASSHOLE.

FINE. THIS IS THE WAY I'M MEANT TO BE, RIGHT? WHO IN THE WORLD GIVES A F*CKING DAMN ANYWAY.

OH SO YOU DON'T GIVE A DAMN. COME ON ALONG, KICK ME ON THE ASS AND GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH. KICK THIS LITTLE PIECE OF CRAP WHERE IT HURTS AND GET GOING.

I feel like rubbish.

Pardon the profanities, I got carried away.

Why can't I just be like any other guy I see on the streets. At least I'll have a hand to hold.