Wednesday, March 21, 2007 @7:18 PM
Risen From The Ground
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Reconstructed from the very ground and built on the very foundation of my faith, I propose to once again breathe life into this blog, making it an interest of the ludicrous. From my most primitive post onwards, I have yet to upload a preposterous picture, its all words at the moment. Heartened and persuaded by people, this author yearns for a comeback to this anomalous hobby and aspires to maintain the discretion that this blog receives.
After our recent expedition to Kulai, Johor in Malaysia on last Friday to Saturday, I returned with a whole new experience embedded and entrenched in the walls of my very petite mind. I was not really contented or satisfied with how I played against the stalwart and resilient Malaysians who were aged two years apart from us. Deemed ham-fisted and heavy-handed, the matches commenced comprised of intricate trials that I'm obliged to surmount, leaving me emaciated like the very cheap petals of shrivelled flora, trodden by putrid feet on the earth. I was entwined with chains called worry impaled to the ground, it became harder to breath.
Anyway, resuming to optimism, I'm pleased to have shared that incomparable experience with my great friends especially, it was beyond doubt, without an equal.
Priceless.
In the final paragraph of this post, I blatantly announce and reveal the strong motivation that lead me to publish this post. It lies in the heavy breathing exhausting down my neck, rather of an unpleasant odour. My cousin is one of the most sceptical and cynical people that I have ever approached. To prove him that I do not exploit dictionaries or other written sources to inspire the vocabulary applied, I published this right in front of his face, not even twitching a muscle to navigate away from the webpage. Another post might not crop up after this one as I frankly have no other intention of ever publishing, its rather daunting, to be candid. At the moment, I'm organizing the crucial mental preparation essential for tommorow's tournament match against PUNGGOL SEC, have faith...
its not water, its a basic necessity, bye
lionel...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007 @7:06 PM
Named After A Christian Martyr
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The amount of gifts and letters sent on this day is so significant that it was made the second largest gift-giving holiday of the year, after Christmas. This uncanny day became associated with romantic love in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. Through the ages of time, this habitual day of exquisite dating soon cultivated into more than a global holiday, and into a culture. A tradition. Acknowledged by copious countries worldwide, this is the day worth celebrating, at least for stereotypes...
People, principally female, carried a lot of "gifts" that seemed to be "given" to them and it looked VERY expensive, like plastic transparent roses which petals were abounded with a runny and dyed fluid that you could purchase at any shoddy bookshop. It takes one to wonder, if the "gifts" that they were flaunting ever so condescendingly were not given by a male guest, but a female friend, who's intent was having a gift-exchange kind of thing between themselves. Anyway, this is sounding quite absurd already. Call it intuition. Or an instinct. Or maybe just a stupid guess.
It appeared quaint and droll to me why females get so animated over a day like this. It wasn't just any day, it was a WEDNESDAY. It seemed apparent to me that they must have thought about this upcoming day, what they should do, what they would do. To an ignorant individual, it may seem pointless to carry out all that drudgery. I mean, its a WEDNESDAY.I was both impressed and inspired by the works of countless youths in the Royal Commonwealth Society's Essay Competition. Simply astounding and beyond belief. The year before, I did not really bother about attaining a place in the prestigious archive of the company. But I would appreciate it if I made it through. Really.
realise that no "Valentine" was being mentioned, byelionel...
Thursday, February 08, 2007 @6:16 PM
I'll Keep Holding On
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Back to posting one darn post again, been wanting to post yesterday but I was deprived of that opportunity as I had to deal with the villainous attack of the graphic card. It turns out that I had to wait it out unwearyingly, exploiting the time for tuition assignments. Putting that behind, I most indubitably think that my friendship with some great friends have reinvigorated since the year before, one of them is ZhiHao. Taking the same bus from school almost on a daily basis, going to the same Bubble Tea Store each day, has ZhiHao talking more and more, to me and to each other, which makes our jaunt to the interchange less dreary and instead more genial. Our jovial conversations have made me understanding one thing - there are many people out there wanting to go to a "better" academically rated school, and have been invited in fact. But they turned down the offer to go to a "not so good" academically rated school, but in fact they found out that they coped exceptionally, with some exceptions...
As the caption states, I have been facing and will face perilous difficulties and obstacles during this bloody year, which makes my progress the year before all immaterial, not even worth mentioning. With Ms Teo's remark of me being a little "stiff", I got the idea instantaneously that amendments for the better have to be made. But I have no notion why i turned out to be this way, contrasting the me last year. As drivel and ludicrous as it may sound, I used to see the ball coming at me visibly and was even well-prepared for the oncoming ball, receiving it with most effort and with a clear mind, at least I thought I had...
But things have all subjected to change now, making life more wretched and disheartening for me. But I have got a sentiment that I am deficient in or lack the focus, as I think too much. The most peculiar part is that my delibrate and conscious mind is aware of this, which rationally makes things worse, as if it was not unscrupulous enough. I could feel like a mental block even now, not too much of realization. I hope I could surmount all worries, and acquire the confidence that my better-off teammates have. As long as I keep holding on, giving my most undying of efforts and never forsaking what I had started for, also considering this absence of "skill" as if I am rock-bottom at the learning curve and I quote - "you are at the lowest point of your life and you have no other way to go but UP", and with all this I hope to be the resilient and persistant person that dwells whimsily in my caprice of a thousand words.
With every daybreak come, I would endeavor my unsurpassed of efforts and seek to be optimistic, instead of being pessimistic and cynical, and look at the "brighter" side of things...hopefully
its not a blog, its a revolution, from the sountrack of Eragon, byelionel...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007 @7:09 PM
Saving Me
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This novel post is going to be the culmination that portends the end of January, hopefully a noteworthy and decorous tribute to the month renowned for being called "January". The most primitive of months in the year is already going to put up the shutters, calling it quits. And the salutation of February would, to the highest degree, be embraced, leaving lots of people with gifts sitting around the bitter and nauseating cake.
Well, when we were acquainted with the information to come back to school on the third day in the integral year of 2007, I really was not bored rigid at all, instead, it was just another day of training or rather practice and to add to the demise, it was complemented with colossal and hulking pages of paper compacted in to a stack, also known as textbooks.
This was also the period that we could discern who was going to subsist as the secondary one batch this year. Some of the subsidiary subordinates, young and reckless as they are, were singing their own praises, showing-off what they do not have dominance over, austerely injudicious.
We vied with PASIR RIS SEC today, leaving with the score 25-something and 25-7 emblazoned on the feeble scoreboard, being subjected to victory at the end of the day. I would endeavour my most preeminent of effort and be unrivaled at the multifarious sport. We are against HAI SING CATHOLIC SCH tommorow during the hours of daylight, attempting to use their stature against them, somehow.
Actually, disparate my other posts, I had a particular rationale on why I had posted them. But quaint as it is, this post had no subject and I was merely shooting transitory subjects. Learn how to comprehend and recognize the value of my posts as the writer would not dwell as short as you may think...
why did I post this, anyway just enjoy the songs, byelionel...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007 @6:30 PM
So Far Away
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What seemed so flanking, has become dreadfully distant, drifting further and further away from me. Spectating them at the side under intense scrutiny, how I wished I could join them in trouncing the forlorn opponents, shooting them down. Well, there are a whole lot of things in this world that people want to have but it's so far away that it will not seem viable, virtually impossible, drowning their spirits in the mendacity and the scandals of our worst adversary in our lives, our LIFE. Each and every one of us in the society view life in different perspectives, customarily based on that particular "good" or "bad" day, and this makes our opinions inapplicable.
Although, I feel exceedingly proud of myself being in the main twelve, but I got the impression that I got into that position by sheer chance and luck. I most certainly think that I could be much better at the sport, if I had not progressed on the trip to somewhere, ditching practice, then this would all be easier. But it would look as if I 'm finding an excuse why I suddenly faired so devastatingly in the sport when I came back from the getaway to somewhere. Maybe its all in the head ( like I said before ), but either way, all would be lost at the end of the day as nothing that I do could revolutionize the outcome of this situation.
Carrying on with what progressed today, we were arranged to deal with CHUENG CHENG HIGH, and we won, trying to show the least of arrogance. Some did, of course, but I feel no glory, no euphoria, because I did not really contribute to their inevitable sucess, besides uplifting and cheering them on at the side. I really wanted to feel the intense ecstasy and the sweat again when we would win, like in the VAS-UNDER 13 tournament, when we were still in two secluded teams, and I feel as if I had played much better at that point of time. Well, say no more... feeling worse by the minute...
We are orchestrated to face PASIR RIS SEC tommorrow, we should more or less be in our top-form, obliterating any form of antagonists, really have our hopes on winning this next match.
Some dreams are like bubbles, when we try to reach out for them, they burst at the most salient time, leaving us with soapy hands to wash...
all thought by me, no doubts, believelionel...
Monday, January 29, 2007 @6:36 PM
Just Stay With Me Now
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Just stay with me now...
until WE send your sorry bottoms back to where it came from. I absconded class early and skipped a few more after that, leaving at 10.45am, that was most perceptibly anticipated. I really have an aversion to leaving class early and missing lessons because when we come back, almost everything that is being projected out of the teacher's mouth is foreign and outlandish. But I don't mind abiding that for a week or so if it means that we could compete in the EAST ZONE tournament...
We competed against GEYLANG METHODIST SEC today and we triumph over them, 25-7, 25-4. I estimated that they would be more unfaltering, not implying that they are not. Well, I managed to be subsituted in the second set, but not for long, only during the last four points, after ZhiHao had served. Atypically, I didn't even made contact with the ball and after eight whistles, the referee concluded the match with some hand indications and a few blows from his whistle, malodorous with the odour of saliva.
After that match, we continued on spectating the many matches to ensue, and one of them was CHUENG CHENG HIGH, the team that Brian was on, and the invariable team that we would be facing tommorow. I could really tell that he improved a lot, comparing him to his ambiguous teammates that didn't seem much of a adversity, not being offensive or anything. If only he could join our team, it would be the team to beat. But really, his coach and the training regime that they undergo is not really effective but he was still able to fabricate the pleasant outcome of his gift in the sport. I hope to put up a fair and virtous fight against them, being superlative sportsmen...
Just want to voice out too, that our blogs are our unspoken voices, and although it becomes public property on the net, I emphasize fervently that everything in each and every one of our blogs should not be copied or replicated elsewhere, especially in other's blogs. one example, is the way we write and our style of writing, the sign-offs and what topic we post about ( especially like this ). If we were to "extract" information from one blog to yours ( for instance ), the person getting his or her copied would feel appalling, and the person copying is not being original. And originality are what blogs are all about...
hope people view it from a positive perspective, byelionel...
Friday, January 26, 2007 @7:08 PM
There Is No Title To This Post...to cut it short, Untitled
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This would be the last post before I reach into EAST ZONE OVERDRIVE, the epoch where we will face antagonism between several schools in a small court, measuring 9 metres by 9 metres. The EAST ZONE tournament would commence next week, on a Monday 12.30pm, at TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC, an ephemeral walk from our school. In view of the fact that our match would begin at 12.30pm, we have to reach there 1 hour earlier, which insinuates that we have to leave class at around 10.45am. To a minority of my teammates, they pushed the boat out when they were made aware of this "good news". I was not really fond of the fact that we had to skip class to go for a match, I mean, its two weeks off classes. But I irrevocably came up with a resolution on how I should and would do to make sure I have the homework and the notes in my hand at the end of each day. Well, managed to get that off my chest...
What transpired yesterday on Thursday... was that it rained during P.E and so, requested by Mr Kwok, we amused ourselves with a game of so called "floorball", where there was a whole lot people squashing and killing cockroaches. Actually, its just one cockroach, in a shape of a white, plastice ball with regular holes encircling it, also known as a floorball. The phenomenon took initiated at an inadequate and meagre small porch, which was relatively small for a 6 on 6 floorball match. Totally cramped my style...
About today, was rapturous and thrilled when SengWhye came to me with an ASICS cardboard shoebox, saying that their order for new shoes had arrived. He opened the compacted box most jubilantly, hiding no grin behind his orthodoxical face. What revealed itself was the ASICS GEL-ROCKET, the pair of shoes that my father was going to get me. I did actually object that pair of shoes from my father, maybe because I didn't want be conspicuous and stand out from my fellow teammates, but that fleeting look of what's inside the shoebox really mitigated the tension that I was experiencing. Felt a LOT better after that...
The opening match of the EAST ZONE tournament is coming closer, and we are up against GEYLANG METHODIST SEC for the second time, the first face-off at the VAS-UNDER 13 tournament. I always believed in overestimating your opponent, although some times it may not really be a good thing...mood swings prohibited by law, fine $... you kidding me?lionel...