Parry Parry Parry

Hey hey...

Alright updates updates updates...

Camp

It has been 2 days since my return from the SPSC orientation camp. It was great, except I was kinda disappointed about the night walk. I promised myself not to swear throughout the whole thing, but I broke that promise unintentionally. T.T

I scolded one of the ghosts ‘Bastard’ before kicking her (yes, her) away. She was hiding behind the door in the stairwell, which I had to pass through. Well, lucky for both of us, she’s representing SP in the IVP competition, so it shouldn’t have hurt. =P

And of course I scowled at two other ghosts ‘Damn fucking gays’ after they ambushed me from behind the pillars. I contained the urge to punt one of the crawling ghosts (who was chasing me), because I couldn’t stop laughing... All in all, it was a good experience. But I’ve had enough scares to last me a month.

Studies

Just a rundown of the past few test results........ Bad news first.

• Engineering Math Class Test 1: 78%


• Engineering Math Class Test 2: 67.5%


• Structured Programming Lab Test 1: 83%


• Structured Programming Quiz 3: 100%


• Structured Programming Quiz 4: 100%


• Engineering Maths Computer Quiz: 100%

Shit. It may seem like good results but actually what you are looking at shouldn’t be the case for a Year 1 student. And it’s only being like what, not even 1 term. My friends who are doing less than me are getting much higher, some even full marks for tests. My math tests are trashed... my mind has been telling me that I’m under some sort of curse... I can’t believe it. I’ll keep on trying.

One lesson poly life has taught me so far is that no matter what happens, you must learn to FACE YOUR FEARS. Your fears are the venomous flesh eaters that stop you from moving forward. Even though the world is against you, it is never the end. Whatever you do, you must be courageous enough to face the harshness of reality and push on. You'll reap the rewards later, just keep your chin up and don't look back.

Training

Yesterday I went for my special Monday training session with the seniors. The coach gave me a head start by letting me train with them. How honoured is it to be the only freshmen training with the big shots.

But hey, training with the athletes is no walk in the park. Reality check - I was nearly beaten to death when I was dragged myself into parrying training against THEM. Parry, parry, parry. Sneak in a few kicks and punches, and then parry, parry and parry until you collapse. My arms ached after deflecting so many hard blows, and I could hardly breathe under the chest guard.

Ironically, I love it. Being with them feels like I’m already a step higher than what I actually am. They, and the coach, encourage me for taking dozens of blows – that’s good news.

Likewise, here’s a rundown of what I’ve learnt OUTSIDE usual training (two weeks):

• 7 new battle stances


• 5-blow combos


• Tepis & tangkis (parrying / deflecting blows)


• Sapuan (‘sweeping’ your opponent off the floor..it’s my first advanced move)


• Rapid barraging before luring for a surprise takedown (it’s a technique. I call it... ‘Duster’. Hahaha)


• Switching stances


• Hiding weakness points


• Sabit (Direct translation: Sickle... it’s some sort of roundhouse kick)


• Basic counterattacks

Wow, I’ve learnt quite a handful. It’s just awesome. XD I could go on in detail, but that’ll be the dumbest thing to do – revealing your tactics openly to potential foes. Defeats the purpose of 'self-defence'. For all I know, someone could be spying on me right now, analyzing my moves. Oh yeah, that was also another lesson – to continuously analyze your opponent during sparring.

Personal Life

Poly rocks. You just get new eye candies every day. Crushes? With the pace I'm going, I guess BG relationships are the last thing I'd want right now. Yeah well, they come in and out of my mind like traffic but that's normal ain't it? Wait till you get into Poly, it's like heaven compared to secondary school.

I wonder how Romeo's doing. I hope she's taking good care of the lil' guy. She's doing well too. But I know she is - she got a scholarship. =D I'm proud of you cupcake, good luck for your upcoming Chinese O's.

And as the rest of you guys out there - love ya'll and do yourself proud. Whatever shit life throws at you... just parry, parry, parry.

=)

Evolve

Dear Diary

Each day of my Poly life has been extremely fulfilling. I’ve started to accelerate my growth and maximize my time doing very meaningful things. Though it has been painful, limitless motivation has always prevailed over everything else.

It may sound bizarre (and somehow lame), but I have been carefully calculating the amount of experience I achieve each day. Yes, literally calculating using points. Just like a Pokémon, I too, level up. I evolve. I battle. But there is one exception – I do not take orders.

Have you ever felt something you desire so much that it obliterates every other petty wishes? I have. And working hard has never felt so good. I’d never thought I’d see the day when I’m training in martial arts and perfecting my skills in personal guidance of the captain himself.

It’s been weeks of training, and I have suffered quite a number of injuries already. Frequent cramps, lip bruises, cuts, and my skin must have peeled a billion times. I struggled to perfect my kicks but my mentor never gave up on me. His patience is admirable. And my comrades – my predecessors – are the source of my inspiration. I can’t let them down. I can’t let myself down. I have to be stronger. One day I will too, like them, pit my skills against other warriors in the arena and emerge victorious as a medallist.

For once in my life, I’m training to fight a TRUE battle.

Unfortunately, day after day, people continue to criticize or jeer at me. They say I would never make it. They said I was lying when I told them of my new passion. They told me they could easily crush my bones in a fight. They told me not to revise so much. They even said I’d never finish my food. They never believed in me. They just wouldn’t.

But day after day, I became more immune to the negativity of these despicable sheep. I see progress in myself. I know I've changed. I'm no more the emo, miserable, ass kissing clown I used to be.

There is no easy road on the path to greatness, and there is no telling what challenges lie ahead. Everyone must learn to take risks and must stand by their own principles and beliefs. Realize your strengths and use them to your advantage. Life will open up new paths and opportunities – if you just be patient and have faith in your own potential.

Put your heart and soul in everything you do.

Momentum

Dear Diary



My life has been progressing well. My studies are way ahead on track and I've learnt to live a balanced lifestyle. However most people might disagree on the latter because they think I chiong too much.



Please... your negativity is contagious. Stay away from me you morons.



Anyway.

I breezed through my second official class math test on Logarithms today. Or so I think I did. But whatever. I got the privilege to listen to Fall Out Boy while I tackled the problems so it was more of a game to me than a test. Call me weird, but I just LOVE it - The thrill of doing algebraic equations. Seriously, they should legalize listening to music while doing math exams.



I was talking to Jiao Xu (my maths shi fu) prior the test on my paranoia. I realized that I had very little confidence in my answers and that was what held me back and drained my momentum. I would always turn to the back of the book to check my answers to every single question, despite the fact that I was really sure they were correct. I'm paranoid. So for the first time in my life, I reminded myself that I wouldn't let paranoia stop me for this test. So I put a little faith in my answers. The music kept me going.



Of course, its not the music that helped me through the test, it was definitely the practice. C'mon, the only reason you're not passing maths is because everyone else practises more than you. So would it hurt to practise a teeny bit more than the rest and stay ahead of the game? After all, you know deep inside you're above average. You don't wanna remain average. Why aren't you doing something about yourself?



Okay so enough about math. Yesterday I started writing entries into my Destiny Diary. It's something to do with my CCA and it's private. And for those who have stereotyped me as a nerd/emo/nobody, then it only makes me more convinced not to be open. There are just so many pessimists and cynics that would insult and condemn my ideas. Believe me, it HAS happened, more than once.



Personally, I don't think blogging works anymore (well, not for me). The intricate details of my life are just not worth publicizing. I'm not going to be some immature loser who whines about committing suicide and screams 'Fuck the world' just because of a screwed up one sided relationship with the opposite sex. Get this: the world doesn't care.


Oops. Another anger wave.. Did I just ruin your day? If I did just take another look at the post picture. =PPP

Right, I have to go now.. I'll update more soon. =)

Re: 818

Wtf....

I spoke too soon.

-.-

818

Today I cleared out 818 text messages from my inbox.

It's funny how 75% of them were from the same person.

Now that she doesnt sms so frequently anymore...

life's gonna be a lot more peaceful.

=)

The End.

Passing Cloud

Dear Diary of Randomly Pathetic Whinings,

Sometimes I wonder why I'm usually disregarded in other people's lives. It's like I'm a mere come-and-go thing or...

Something not worth talking about.
Something not worth scrutinizing.
Something not worth mentioning.
Something just plain ordinary.
Something which wastes your time.
Something insignificant in the background.
Something to take advantage of.
Something which never made much of an impact.
Something that could've been ignored.
Something you've gotten too used to.
Something considered a minor detail.
Something you use once and throw away.
Something uninteresting.
Something trivial.
Something uninspiring.
Something negligible.
Something irrelevant.
Something subsidiary.
Something unnecessary.

A cameo. A decoration. A piece of old furniture. A passing cloud. A device taken for granted. Yesterday's news.

Someone whose story isn't worth telling...

Someone whose words aren't worth repeating..

Someone whose questions aren't worth answering..

Someone whose advice isn't worth seeking..

Someone whose life isn't worth reflecting..

Someone whose dreams aren't worth respecting..

Someone whose legacy isn't worth remembering..


*Shrug*
Oh well.
Then again...
Maybe it's just my imagination.

Slaughterhouse

Neither failure nor defeat exists in my veins

I am not a sheep, waiting to be prodded by my shepherd

I am a lion and I refuse to talk, to walk with the sheep

I will not listen to those who weep and complain,

let them join the sheep.

The slaughterhouse of failure is not my destiny

I will persist until I succeed.

Wow.... O.o What bold statements.

Dude, you are so damn cool. I wanna be a lion too!

Paragon

I was there when you first took off.

I caught you when you couldn't flap your wings any longer. Though it wasn't much, I prepared a nest of warmth and compassion for you to rest after your courageous flights.

I flew by your side in the most calamitous of storms, I safeguarded you from the malevolent blizzards. I was your guardian in the most torrential rains, I had your back in the eye of hurricanes...

My patience for your demeanor was unwavering. My concern for your happiness knows no bounds. Your helpless, pathetic chirps of attention were soon replaced by thundering roars of passion that pulsated into the horizon.

From that little yellow ball of feathers, I've watched over you until you became a beautiful paragon that soared majestically in the heavens. You reign supreme in the highest skies. You possess the most terrifying of all battle cries. You're the ruling Queen of the Infinity, that's no surprise....


I was the wind beneath your wings....



And then...





..

you just flew off into the sunset, never to be seen again.

Ungrateful?

Disgraceful?

Disloyal?

Betrayal?

Pity?

Guilty?

Insensible?

Reprehensible?

Confusion?

Delusion?

Never will I know the reason.

...