The convo weekend has come and gone. The one weekend I have been looking forward to, over. What next? Hmm, before I answer that question, maybe it's also time for reflections...

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Who would've guessed that kicking and chasing a ball around in an indoor court would have such impact on me? It has been months since I last kicked the ball with my teammates... and my, what an exhilirating feeling it was! I forgot how good it felt to run around with my pathetic stamina, breathing hard for oxygen and feeling the beating of my heart... I forgot how alive this sport had made me feel. Our skills (and stamina) have certainly deteriorated since the last time we played together, but the essence was still present - a bunch of girls (and guys) getting together to play a sport we love.

The only thing that was missing was Capt'n KLin. We miss you, Maooo!!!

And also you, KenJ. You were a great coach. We missed your pearls of wisdom. ;)

Of all the M203 memories I have with me, F3 Red Foxes will be one of the closest to my heart.

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I miss M203. I really do miss my batchmates. I miss the familiarity of going to lectures, the individuals who make the batch special, and I miss the togetherness that we had. IMU Cup is an excellent event which never failed to bring us all together. I miss clanning up with each other and claim superiority over the other batches, obnoxious as that may sound. :P And though each EoS was a horrible, stressful experience, it did, nevertheless, brought us all together for one cause and we helped each other cope with the stress of studying. I've always studied solitarily, but for the last EoS Sem 5, I realised the pros of studying with other people - stress shared is stress reduced. Watching Laguna Beach and Sex And The City during dinner... excellent way to de-stress. And Happy Cook was our unofficial caterer. ;)

It felt good to see familiar faces again on Convo. But time was too short and precious, Convo was merely an interlude in our current separate lives, allowing us to meet up but only for a while.

Well, it was better than nothing, though. :)

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Congratulations to SNing, our very own founder and President of Fantastic Female Futsal, striker for the F3 Red Foxes team, for winning the Gold Medal Award!

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So... what next? I realised that what I'm going through right now is merely an interlude in my life. I'm still in limbo, waiting for my life to begin again when I leave the country and start school again. Would I enjoy it as much as I did with M203? I don't know.

There is no choice for me but to just wait and see. In the meantime, I guess I should be grateful for the remaining time I have to spend with the ones I love and care for.

Glory, glory, M-2-0-3!!! :)

"And if at first you don't succeed
Then dust yourself off and try again
You can dust it off and try again, try again
Cause if at first you don't succeed
You can dust it off and try again
Dust yourself off and try again, try again (and again)."
-- Try Again, Aaliyah

Okay, so the lyricist is no Shakespeare, and the chorus is a tad bit repetitive. :P But hey, it's catchy and the message is clear: If at first you don't succeed, dust yourself off and try again (I find this sentence hard to paraphrase :P).

I sang this to myself to keep my spirits up in Form 5 when Add Maths suddenly decided to become a bitch. It wasn't easy, but I sat down and did at least 2 hours of Add Maths every day in the form of several revision books. The work paid off - Add Maths decided to be nice again. :)

I sang this chorus again in Semester 2, when I just couldn't do percussion at all. My hands would move awkwardly, instead of tapping, I was... whacking? the other finger wrongly. It didn't help that another friend of mine got the hang of it instantaneously. Thus began the percussing obsession. I would practice percussing on my tummy almost every waking moment of the day- when I'm studying, when I'm watching tv, when I'm talking to my housemates... Tap, tap, tap (or at least, trying to)... before I realised it, I heard RESONANCE. Yay!

I feel it's time to warm up my vocal cords again and sing this chorus. Why? Because there is something seriously wrong with my cell culture technique. In cell culture, one's technique must be fully aseptic, everything must be sterile. I have tried, many times already, yet bacteria still insist to party with my cells. :( I was very pissed off initially. The anger then lead to frustration. But now, I'm also tired by the frustration, like how I'm tired of the contamination. I am now, instead, more determined than ever to master this bloody technique. I will because I can.

And so I shall try again, and again, and again, and again...

Counting down to

... tonight, when American Idol is on. Go McPhee! Go Yamin!

... this Sunday, when the European GP takes place and Schumi kicks ass again. Muahahaha.

... next weekend, when we plan to have The Last Dinner with Maosix before she leaves us for Yukon (or Halifax rather, but they're both snowy anyway).

... the weekend of convocation, when there'll be a reunion taking place. Heheh. Heheheh.

... the last day of work, when I can finally enjoy my holidays and do the things that I want to do! Like, studying! And watch tv all day long! Weee!

... the day I leave the country. Hmmm. I'm still unsure of what to feel.

Hope Springs Eternal

I blew my hopes into a red balloon
And watched it drift gently in the air
As it slowly vanished behind the clouds
Up in the sky above
Wishing they would come true.

I also blew my memories of you
Into that red balloon
Hoping to forget you
Although I know it is all in vain
Because I never could.

But one can always hope.



"So you stole my world
Now I'm just a phony."
- Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning), Vertical Horizon