My internship started last week and it’s boring. Well, and somewhat demanding. This is a reason why I will never get a full-time job at the office.

Since last week, I have been pulling a five-day-six-night week. I am somewhat amazed that I can just sleep for about three hours a day, pull a nine-hour long office job, then a seven-hour shift at the bar. I guess I can now claim the title Charles gave me a few months ago: Superwoman

It was pretty much a lousy day yesterday with oversleeping, getting to internship an hour late, getting crap from the higher up folks, being demanded to do stuff that gets rejected 7863458976 times, re-doing those stuff 7863458977 times, listening to someone tell me something that I have been suppressing for months so now it becomes a reality, missing training because of internship, getting to work late because of internship…

Okay, basically, internship sucks.

That is why I wanted to go drinking. So, after work at half past three this morning, some colleagues and I ended up at a bar drinking beer and Chivas and watching the Chelsea-Liverpool match. I am not much of a soccer fan but I supported Liverpool this morning. In fact, everyone else was supporting them. But darn Chelsea! If that penalty was not scored, it could have been a draw.

Charlene was the only one rejoicing and making a whole lot of noise, irritating the shit out of everyone else (She is only supporting them because Liverpool kicked her team, Arsenal, out.)

I enjoyed myself tremendously. It made me forget (more or less) about my lousy day. And it made me look forward to working tonight

Yeah, I love working

Note to readers: Tiang is a term we use whenever the ball hits the goal frame. Technically, it should be diang. But I guess we’ll just go along with tiang, eh?

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Yesterday’s training was one of the very few trainings that had all eight of us down to train together. And, of all days, it had to be a day where almost everyone willingly joined the new tiang club—SPTC—because almost all of us kept tianging.

When I was doing some stationary shots, there was this time I tianged four times in a row. Four times! It was so frustrating that I got really angry and it made my following two shots in

I did not practice keeping for a long time. So, initially, practically everyone’s balls kept ramming into the goal. But after getting the hang of it, I managed to keep pretty decent balls. Especially those thrown by the alumni guys And Jackson tianged three times in a row! Jacky was much worse. Almost all his balls kept tianging.

Geok Cheng was saying that we practically tianged more than 50 balls yesterday

We played pretty okay with the guys. We managed to score three goals, too. If only we can play like this on Saturday (minus all the tianging), we could probably trash the other two teams

It would be Joycelyn’s last match with us So Geok was saying we should try and let her score as many goals as she can this Saturday

It is always amazing to discover the bruises and cuts and abrasions one can get after a training session. It is more of a wonder when one does not realise how one got the injury to begin with.

Check out my bruises on my right arm from keeping:

As well as those on my thighs—courtesy of the Vampire (that’s the brand of the boat):

This one on my left may not look as gross but it hurts much more. I mean, its causing me to limp!

Now, my body is aching everywhere—arms, legs, back, neck… I wish I can have a clone of myself so I can get some massaging done on my back.

You know you are having a lousy day when:

• you over dosed yourself (with cough syrup) the night before and wake up in the middle of the afternoon
• you meet up a friend in an attempt to cheer him up over a death of a close friend of his (which is currently a nationwide news) only to fail because you are way too disturbed with your own woes
• you arrive at work with absobuckinlutely no mood to work
• you have to be on your toes at work because it’s The Boss Meeting Day
• you lose all appetite but binge on Maccas’ shaker fries for the whole night
• you attempt to puke out all those oily, fatty fries in vain
• you leave your phone somewhere, only to discover it missing when you’re halfway on the highway

Well, guess how my day was?

On a side note, it was nice that you remembered.

It is rare that I am updating my blog rather regularly these days. But since my class was so-called cancelled, I still have about 8974597834 hours (actually, just three) to kill.

Not many frequent here any more. I don’t blame them since I did not make the time nor effort to actually maintain the bond. So, if you read past archives, you will notice that I don’t really blog really deep and personal stuff. Usually it’s about my random days or something I want to share or pictures I want to post.

I guess having 8974597834 hours to kill just puts your gears in your mind to work. So, beware, it may be a long, random, (perhaps) boring and wordy post.

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The Legend of the Condor Heroes (1983 TVB Production) will always be my all-time favourite sword-fighting show. Ever When I saw that the DVD was on sale at YesAsia, I told myself that I was so gonna get it. Well, once I figure out how to fork out SG$100 first Anyway, if you’re bored with nothing to do and you love sword-fighting shows as much as I do, maybe you would like to read up on The Legend of the Condor Heroes

National Champs are finally over. After this week’s break, we are so going to train hard for SRRR08! Artello! Let’s all jia you together!

Our chalet’s over. No photos since no one had a camera. Phooey But we had fun, I guess. Celebrated Joycelyn’s 19th birthday. Kang Jun got us Swensons ice cream cake! Well, beats our budget Sara Lee cake last year

Our present for the birthday lass? An outfit makeover:

Checked my results and as I had half expected, I failed Oddly, I don’t feel too bad because that means I can play for IVP again next year But the thought of doing the project all over again is very… sian diao

And the random part of this post shall be this:

I want a toy poodle!

Well, two days of matches are over. So are four of our games. I guess you could say it’s good and bad.

We played with Devlin 2 on our first match on Saturday. Jolene and I were saying that if we lose this match, we might as well quit canoe polo or something since Team Devlin consists of juniors from NP.

We won 5-0 but we played quite a bad game. We made many bad passes, missed a few open shots and did not give our 100%. The next two matches of the day made us more demoralized. Our second match was an IVP match against TP and of all referees, we had a referee who did a bad ref job in one of our matches in SRRR.

We lost 1-5 and most of us were pretty down. When it was time for our last match of the day, it was pretty hard to carry on fighting since we were up against TP Munchies who is an alumni team.

We lost 0-10 and I felt rather lousy when they scored their 10th goal because it was like SRRR all over again because back then, during the final minute or so, one of them yelled to make their score a double digit. When they were still at their 9th goal, I told myself I wasn’t going to let them score another. That’s why I still managed to block two of their shots. But I guess it’s meant to be another event where history repeats itself.

Stanley was lecturing us the same way he lectured us in SRRR. And it was right after the match with the same team. But I guess we could all feel that there wasn’t any bond nor chemistry between all of us and that was what I was quite disappointed in.

So we talked things out, said how we felt about everything and encouraged each other to give our best for Sunday.

Sunday’s match against NUS was a should-draw-but-try-to-win match since they are a team that has more experience than us. But by the 6th minute into the first half when we managed to score a goal, it became a should-win match instead. But I guess it wasn’t really meant to be when I let their goal in I need to bring home Daren’s paddle and practice at home or something.

Anyway, as Stanley said, a goal would greatly boost of morale. And even though we drew the match, we could tell that everyone was in better spirits. I guess we all went home, had a good rest and tried not to think about the losses.

Something random:

Jolene and Kang Jun pulling each others’ hair as Lilin pose along

I think Jolene’s going to kill me for posting such an unglam photo of her

Anyway, my package finally came!

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