hmm. i went to the tennis courts 3 times today.

on tuesday, i got lost at NIE looking for the table tennis training room. in the end i conveniently happened to walk past the NIE office, and decided book a tennis court for thursday 2-4pm, just as i thought my roomie had instructed. eep. turns out i got the date and time wrong. but we were both free that time so, it all worked out perfectly. (ah, i forgot what the original time i was supposed to book was again.) 

so today! we slacked around the room until just minutes before two, and made our way down to the tennis courts with our racquets and balls, commenting on how the weather was so nice and cool even though its 2pm in the afternoon. just as we reached the courts and took the racquets out, yy's boss called her to go to the meeting; she's late. hmmm?! it turned out that he sent everyone the wrong timing of 4pm. so we made our way back to hall, and i returned to my room to slack around.

after the meeting, again we walked to the tennis courts with our racquets, commenting on how the weather was still so nice and cool even though it seems like it's gonna start raining soon. and just as we were reaching the courts yy's phone rang again. i suddenly got this ominous feeling that we'll be going back to hall again.

the phone call wasn't anything much, but i had to go back to hall again as i left the balls behind the door as i was putting on my shoes. nyu.

third time, success!

and we spent 80% of the time running after balls and picking them up. in the end it rained so we went back to hall again.

30min of tennis and i'm feeling like minced meat now. 

hmmm, can i say nothing much happened? ya, nothing much extraordinary.

lets see... my last post was on thurs;

friday: Boggle trials! we held the boggle trials in the evening, and it seemed i screwed up pretty bad getting everyone to come down. but i guess everything worked out fine since the players ran all the way down from across half the school compound. note to self: double-checking and verbal communication is never enough.

'boss-san' helped me carry my stuff to my room; the minute he walked in he stared at the bed and said "what the hell". i wonder if he was perturbed by the weird looking soft toy (Mao, i dun care what other people think, i'll always love you~) or the disarray of jap exam papers strewn all over the bed or the over-swamped table, but it prompted me to tidy up yesterday. yep. 

saturday: there was the FOREX trading competition opening ceremony early in the blasted morning. then after the talk, there was still some time, so i went by to coffee connoisseur to chat with the uncle about rentals and shopfronts and business and nutrition and menus and what have you. i learnt a lot of stuff and felt pretty good after that. ^ ^

den i went off to lavender to take my manga-drawing course! hmmm... its everything i already know all over again, but i guess the chim-mer stuff would come later next month ba. and the other people in there really can draw. especially the sec 4 girl, its really WOOT. we overshot the time by 1 hour and i had to rush home for dinner.

sunday: JLPT 4. it was held at the singapore japanese school near changi prison. it was horrible. i couldn't catch a word of the listening; i stoned through 2 questions and totally missed the MCQ options. and coz i skipped elementary 3, i totally couldn't get a lot of the sentence structure in the grammar section. one fail. bweh.

den it was scrabble at night. i realise i panick VERY easily. and when that happens, i would just throw anything i see, put a lot of nonexistent words and blank out. bad bad habit. must break.

monday: woke up early to make a first attempt at trading. ...i still have no idea what anything means. the charts do not tally with the dealing room, i can't find my portfolio, i have no idea how to cancel my orders, i lost track of what i sold and bought, and somehow my position states that my current equity value is 130% of what i initially started out with. hmmm... ah well. all's well that ends well?

and i quelled my fears and went onto the internet scrabble community in the afternoon, after a horrible horrible losing streak last month, had a pretty good hand and won a few games; but i was leading this higher rated player by 100 and she requested to adjourn the game. hopefully i'll see her again to complete it; somehow i feel that she's trying to cheat me out of my win leh. \

and most notably, i did the most despicable thing ever during the training just now. there was a high-scoring place for my tiles, but it involves a hideously incorrect word. while the opponent was busy staring at his board, i put it down, hit the clock, reshuffled the rack, and finished my turn before he even looked up from his rack. he was traumatised for the whole day... ITE...

sigh~ i've been postponing and postponing and postponing it, but i just had to go and cut my hair today. it was getting horribly out of shape, and i keep having to smooth my hair back after every exchange during the table tennis practice.

so~ i decided to just run off to get the cut today since it's seldom that i get to come out to run around.

before continuing on my little story, i must stress upon you that every haircut is like a venture into the unknown. you have no idea how the hairdresser is going to interpret what you say. and as a semi-fellow artisan, i understand. if you try to impose your idea upon another person's idea, what comes out as a result would be something that's neither here nor there. so its always best to state your general requirements and leave the rest up to the professional's interpretation. yep. i couldn't understand anything she said anyway.

what you wear is also important in helping her to form a correct image of you. if you wear a nice baby blue blouse, you'll get a nice feminine cut. if you wear rugged shirts and torn pants, you get a hardy rugged look. if you wear a collared shirt and pants and says 'ore wa...' you get a butch look. 

again i say, if i were born a guy and am just 10cm taller, i'm sure i'll be really cute and popular among the girls. ^ ^

haha, i've got this really short hair now. and it really doesn't look too bad. 

the worst thing that can happen to you would be to go to a match touted as the most promising player.

you look at the way your opponent serves and counters... it should be an easy victory.

and then you make all sorts of weird stupid mistakes, your balls fly, mistakes that only a newbie would make and lost every single serve and gets defeated flat 1-11. 

i feel like killing myself.

ah~ we lost.

and i have a bloody bad feeling for saturday's game. 

ah~ the bad thing about being a business manager sub committee is that you have to get up in the mornings. at nine you crawl up, and take a bath to freshen up. at nine thirty, you go online and source for all useful information you'll need about the company. at nine fifty-five you stare at yourself in the mirror and practice your opening speeches. at ten you rub ur hands together, say a simple prayer for good luck and success, and dial the company's hotline.

the other bad thing is that you always get your mornings off to a bad start by getting rejected by the first human being you talk to.

for those requesting for updates on current life -

CAC Special Project Arts from the Hearts 2006 - biz mag sub com (see above)

SIGGRAPH Special Projects Image|reel 2006 - publicity head (designing logos, plans, and sourcing for venue till we get da logistics head)

Interhall games training - table tennis, darts, scrabble (dying later; intra-hall league-ing; assessment - am failing so far)

Hall Publications Sub Committee - writer (reporting on interhall games and taking photos)

Hall Recreational Sub Committee - boggle (arranging for training and nagging at players to turn up)

Competitions - FOREX online trading (dying badly, but still profiting)

Courses - MANGA COURSE!!! (very happy) 

i see my life ahead of me... falling into ruins.

so i got my class timetable. i have only six semesters to finish my business course, and i need to apply for additional modules outside of my core requirements. so now its one sem down. five more to go.

i have 5 allocated modules this semester, as opposed to 4 last semester. so i wanted to take a psychology minor. and i wanted to take this linguistics course, exploring the differences in speech patterns between guys and girls, cultures, liars, blah... so i signed up for 2 more modules.

but then i realized my psychology tutorial clashes with my IT seminar... so i... changed my tutorial class. and i received this email from my new tutor informing me of assignments due, and telling me about himself and his teaching philosophy.

and i happily went about my training~ until i overheard this very familiar name in the training room - the name of my would-be tutor. something about how the year ones are going to die.

and the next thing i know, they realized i'm in his class; i have people wishing me 'jie ai shun bian', asking me to drop the class for another, giving me friendly advice, hearing scary project stories, looking up my class list and calling up year ones they know. "your first assignment is programming." :huh:

oops.

...*cries* so in the end i skipped the training, came back to my room, and am now going through my course outline and hopefully reading through my textbook, doing the assignment due on the first week...

and i'm not going to drop his class. hymph. basically, as long as you stick it through, you'll get a A. but then~ he swamps you with super hard projects and coursework, you're expected to talk alot, he has very high requirements (someone redid the project 10x)

sigh~ and i still have two external projects and my manga exam next semester

wallows wallows wallows