Thursday, September 17, 2009

out of town

having slogged it out for the past few months, the moment we have been waiting for is finally here.

first time competing overseas, getting real jittery and filled with self-doubt. i have failed them one too many times, and a nagging fear inside of me wonders if i will let them down again.

regardless, let's go, ACES! go to thailand, fight our hardest, and win that self-confidence we are still lacking of!

Friday, July 10, 2009

the journey

i do have to wonder, sometimes. is it the intensity of the journey that makes it so wondrous, or does the length of the journey itself convey a meaning of its own?

how do you know if it has already ended without you being aware of it at all?


Thursday, June 11, 2009

helplessness

swimming against an upstream current. should i even be fighting?

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

wheeeeeeee

driking is fun1!!!

*drinking

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

slacking

oh dear. first paper's over and i'm like, in the slacking mood already. can't seem to gather the necessary concentration for studying.

HOW.

this is definitely not a good thing.

Monday, March 30, 2009

randomness

sigh. whatever am i doing here? nothing's going in; nothing's making it to permanent storage.

boredom has overcome me and after spending a whole NIGHT, watching some crappy kung-fu drama, WHICH HAS A COMPLETELY CRAPPY ending, i think boredom's winning by a fair margin.

righto.

on a different note, a recent reader (note: singular) of my blog mentioned that i did not blog about our recent victory at Cheerobics 2009, so here goes: by a wonderful mixture of hard work, blood, sweat, tears and a dash of luck, NTU ACES Team Red managed to emerge 1st Runner-up in the Open Category at Cheerobics 2009. perhaps i'm an underachiever, but when the emcee came to the Open Category prize-winners section, i was thinking to myself, "a simple third place would do, not asking for too much, am i?". needless to say, when we were announced as the 1st Runner-up, Kah Weng's war cry came to mind: "F*CKING YEA!".

even happier still: our senior team, Team White emerged as champions again, making this their fourth consecutive victory at Cheerobics. even though one of their stunts did not make it up, but they trashed the competition by a wide margin.

and off on a random note again.

WALL-E DOES NOT CARRY A F*CKING KNAPSACK. HE CARRIES A F*CKING BOX!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

equilibrium

after so long, the team b list is finally out.

strangely, having been so anxious and worried about the selection results, i have to honestly say that i do not feel the thrill and exhilaration that i thought i would feel.

rather, my thoughts went out to the friends that have left, or were left out. these are the friends with whom we went through months of training together, endured strenuous trainings together, suffered misery at the hands of persons unknown together. and we came through it all, somewhat closer, bonding through the experiences we had.

yet as the time drew nearer for the selection, one left, soon to be followed by another. the number of friends were lessened.

and with the announcing of the selection results today, another two fell to the evil arbitrariness that is the selection process.

at the risk of coming across as being fake, i would just like to say that i really enjoyed the times i had with the four of you. though you may no longer be in the team, but i still regard all of you as friends and i hope to see you around.




Tuesday, January 20, 2009

rants and raves

sigh. lectures. the inavoidable bane of university/tertiary life.

sitting here, listening to a random stranger rambling on and on about a topic that i have the least notions about, and worse, having to endure jokes that are clearly meant for a different generation. well. that's just about the most i can endure.

ROAR. SCHOOL OF COMPUTING. HA. HA. HA.

crap. totally random.

and why is hard work and commitment level not synonymous with success? having put in so much work, and having dedicated a large portion of time to it, yet, you do not see the end result being on par with the amount of effort. it just sucks to have put in so much sweat and blood (literally), and someone just comes along, on an express ticket to replace you. that *really* sucks. i know that my skills and techniques suck, but those can be trained, right? it's not as if i'm totally averse to trying to improve myself.