TOUCH RUGBY

Today's the last day of my touch rugby season. I'm having this desperate urge to jot down everything related to touch rugby lest I forget it in future. Memory fades quickly and becomes impossible to grasp once it fades.
In summary, we came in 5th if I'm not wrong, behind SRJC,SAJC,PJC and JJC. 5th isn't a really good placing to be honest, but at least we have kept our 5th place tradition (we have been getting 5th for the past 3 years or so).

I still recall around this time last year, I was still loafing around at home having only one service CCA which required little commitment (for the start of the year at least). Then came this fateful day when I couldn't take the inactivity anymore and decided to email the touch rugby teacher in charge to ask if it was possible for me to still tryout for touch rugby. Till now, I'm grateful that I actually sent that email. My parents were against my joining of touch rugby as an additional CCA, citing the commitment required as well as the "roughness" of the sport. The word Rugby just didn't go down well with them. But I was adamant. Having 4 years of experience as a basketballer, I had gotten used to going down for training and juggling sports with academics. Initially when I first joined, I never knew I would come this far. I never envisioned myself actually taking part in the season as I hadn't been the best basketballer. But somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the sport. Maybe it's how there's no shooting of balls involved (I have always been terrible at it), but touch rugby has given me some of the best memories I have in Raffles. I can really say that we trained hard. Training was almost non-stop since April last year and our team even travelled to the NUS field to train when we couldn't use the school field. I'll always remember how we had 400m sprints every Thursday under timed conditions, or how we ran 40 minutes non-stop around the NUS campus. Despite the crazy training we had, I'll also always remember the laughter we shared and the crazy things we did (attempted April's Fool Joke on Meph). I can't say that I'm not upset that our effort has not translated into results, but I've learnt to move on (or maybe I've cried enough). All in all, I can say that touch rugby has been one of the best experiences of my life to date and I'm glad to have met each and everyone of them.

The mud is our blood

Run hard, play hard, for the try. RAFFLES.

Fool

How often do you find a person that admires your weird little habits, puts up with your shit, and still can say they like you at the end of the day?

I must be a fool.

2013

Hello worldlings!

It's the first post of 2013 and again, I've ditched the mountain of homework I have to blog (not a very smart move considering school starts in 5 days). But today I really want to write about my dad. I've always wanted to write about my dad; like REALLY write about him, his quirks, his likes, his habits. I've tried to do it several times, but always fail to do so because the right words never seem to come to me. Most of the time, I'd just replace it with poems or pictures about dads in general. But today, I'm going to write about the man himself.

I've only known my dad for 17 years and counting (well, my whole life I guess). He is semi bald now and has a paunch, I guess most middle-aged men look like that. But he often brags about how handsome he was when he was young, with his bell bottom jeans (fashion of his time) and cool shades. He is the youngest in his family, with 2 older sisters and 2 older brothers. He has another older brother but he died of lung cancer at a young age. Sometimes I wonder how it would be like if this uncle was still alive, whether he would be funny and shower us with gifts or whether he would be just another distant uncle. But lets not dwell on that. My father sets out a patriarchal figure in our household and though my sister and I like to joke around with him and try to push his buttons, I think we both have this respect for him as patriarch of the family. He has never hit me (at least since a very long time ago), and I guess I try my best to make sure he never does. Well he is happiest when we make him proud with our results or when he strikes 4D/Toto. He once said to me, "the best gift I can give you in life is an education, so you make sure you work hard.". These words have been ingrained in my mind, and I guess it's part of the reason why I work as hard as I do (sometimes, at least). He always tell us about the rough childhood and teenage years he had, because he wasn't really handed the opportunity of having education and had to work to pay for his school fees and shuffle between different uncles' houses to study. He tells us how poor he was in the past, about how he could only afford nasi-lemak at a certain stall and only watch others drink fizzy drinks during special occasions (they were expensive in the past). And yet despite his humble beginnings, he is never stingy. When I was considering whether to choose RJC as my first choice after receiving my o-level results, and one major factor holding me back was the school fees ($450 ++ per month just for school fees alone). He told me that I should just go ahead with it and said that money isn't something I should worry about now, and that I should just try and make the money's worth by working hard. Ok, maybe that doesn't really prove the point. But he is willing to splurge on family trips and what makes me and my sister happy (like ZARA clothes, or hotel buffets). Yet he doesn't buy many things for himself, I think the bulk of what he spends for himself goes to Toto and 4D tickets, as money-wasting as I may find them to be. 

Argh, I have to go now. I should probably continue this some other day with another post on my mum! Alright that's all for today!

Toodles!

Last post!

Hello world and hello Lee Seng Leong! Haha I presume you're reading this!
This shall be my last post of the year considering that I'm probably gonna be home past 12 tomorrow night after the countdown party. Truthfully, I have no idea what this post is going to be about. Let's just see how it goes.

Well, I did attend a 4/5'11 gathering on Thursday where I literally got thrown into the pool by my *awesome* classmates and came up soaking wet, only to be dunked again because I stupidly tried to avenge myself by attempting to push Bao in. (I had no extra clothes.) Almost everyone got wet, so I guess I shouldn't feel too sorry for myself. It was good fun though, and it made me miss Anderson a whole lot more.

& Sat's training was a killerrrr. We ran almost non-stop for 40 minutes around NUS at average speed (not slow), up the annoyingly steep slopes and I remember telling my trug mates that I didn't mind passing out if it means I could stop. Hehs but I felt like I lost 10kg after that. ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED. But the muscle cramps are no joke, I'm gonna have to crawl out of bed tomorrow. Went for trug outing after that despite having a throbbing headache which Mr Google explained was because of dehydration/over-exertion.

Very random photo. Hehs I rarely find guys that are extremely hot but I saw this picture on tumblr, and he's like super hottt. So I thought I'd share this with all the single ladies out there haha!

Ok maybe this is a bit inappropriate... and you guys are probably judging me right now. But cut me some slack haha! People can fangirl and stuff so just pretend I'm fangirling or something!

Alright, goodbye 2012 and hello 2013!(:

Infinity pool+fitallyoucan

Had so much fun :D

here we go again

I hate the hold you have on me despite all this time.

Anyway, discovered khng's blog yesterday! Spent the whole day reading old posts and reminiscing about the old times. Love em' to bits.

dad's love

I am alive and breathing on 21/12/2012.

It would be a lie to say that I really believed today was the apocalypse. But somehow I get this feeling that we're all gonna be punished someday for laughing at these supposed apocalypses.

Read this poem on teenink today, it just hit me and I've decided to share it. Hope you like it too(:

When a baby is born,
She opens her eyes to the new
Bright colored world.
Hears her first sounds,
Sees her first sights,
And feels her first form of feelings.
She's so helpless and small
Until,
Her Dad takes her in his strong arms
And cradles her ever so gently.
From that moment on she is
Daddy's Little Girl.

That baby grows
Into a bright and chatty
Little girl,
Her mom teaches her to be
A good little girl
But her Dad guides her
In exploring her world
The wonder and light around every corner,
That her smile is the light of the world,
That she can be anything she sets out to be,
And she just can't give up.
And the little girl just loves
To be with her dad
Because she's Daddy's Little Girl.

Sadly, time flies and people grow and change
Even smiling little girls.
Now that happy little girl,
Who was always ready to learn
Is a teenager
Who knows the happiness in this world,
And now is learning the pain and suffering
That goes with every smile and happy moment.
And when that teenager
Feels like the world is turned against her
And that smiling was just a happy dream,
Her dad is there, her real best friend, with his arms
Wide open even if the teenager doesn't deserve it.
Why?
She's Daddy's Little Girl.

And soon after,
That Teenager changes again
Into a young women,
Who has learned all she needs to succeed
And is ready to live her dreams
To take her wings and soar and
Be her own person
And her dad will be there
To let her go, even if it’s Hard.
And that young women
Will leave with
Tears in her smile.
Because,
That young woman
Who looks like she can handle the world,                                                                                                 Is still just
Daddy’s Little Girl.

-Kasey

Siri

I think I've become pretty good friends with Siri(:

2012

As this year draws to a close, I've decided to sum up the triumphs and tribulations I experienced in a post.

2012 started off great, I was able to get into RJC, which I would have never thought I was capable of. My journey in RJ started with me meeting an amazing bunch of people whom I hope I'll never forget in many years to come. This bunch of people introduced me to the culture of RJ and made the otherwise daunting experience of the first few days of school really fun. However, the fun did not last for work started to kick in. Truthfully, I didn't enjoy much of the year, I think I was like a living zombie shuffling between classes and trying not to fail the next test. The only saving grace were the occasional outings I had with friends, which somehow kept me from the edge of insanity. I got into touch rugby, another saving grace for I realised that I can't live without sports after four years of basketball.

Throughout the year, I was really missing my secondary school life in Anderson. Perhaps many of you are enjoying your lives in JC, I do too, but I just miss how things were. I miss how I used to always have midnight conversations with msn buddies almost every friday night, which I guess is impossible now following the demise of msn. I miss hopping into class every morning and being greeted by the usual chatter from Shaobao and gang. I miss begging SH/WQ/Khng to wait for my bus with me because I don't wanna wait alone. Argh, this is turning into a rant post.

-Redirect-

2012 I gained some and lost some. I think I went out a lot more than I ever had, I've been so restless all the time. Is this why teenagers turn rebellious? Out of restlessness? Well I better start getting some work done. My progress is incredibly slow.

Bye worldlings(:

M'sia field trip

Had ANOTHER sleepover yesterday with Joe @ my house. I'm like sleeping over with so many random people. Anyway, that sleepover was a prelude of the Malaysia "field trip" today, where she followed me on my usu. JB food trail and to my Grandma's house. Well she figured that it would be safer to travel with people who are relatively familiar with the place and know of good food places. So I guess I was the only option. I had fun though I am extremely tired right now. I don't have any pictures to show because she mentioned she wasn't the "hey let's take a picture" person so you'll just have to deal with a blank canvas. Ok gonna crash now, goodnight world(: