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Down with pharyngitis AGAIN. Honestly, its getting a little annoying. I'm falling sick so often. I failed my chinese As. Though I'm not shocked, I must say I'm disappointed. My chinese has always been bad, but from the start of 2007 I've been studying hard for chinese. I've gone through the textbook and clarified whatever I didn't understand. I asked my teachers for advice on what type of essay I ought to write and where I could improve, yet all this has amounted to nothing. It feels as if all that effort was poured down the drain. And to top it off, my parents don't believe me that I studied chinese. They're livid.
On the bright side, it would appear that after a 3 year break from squash, my ball sense hasn't gone yet.
Went with Estelle, Silk and Peishan and Estelle's family to *attempt* to learn how to play tennis yesterday. Everytime I remember my attempts during P.E., I think ouch. Seriously, squash and tennis do not mix. You end up thinking there's a wall to hit to and the ball flies towards the opponent's face, out of court. BUT I am relieved to say that I think I've gotten the hang of the basic serve at least. And I've more or less learnt how to swing forehand by watching and imitating. I really want to learn tennis next year. That's the only racquet game I haven't learnt as far as I know.
Anyhow, I'd better get my act together. A levels are coming and apparently the results weren't too hot this year. I think my dad's right. I really should put in some effort before it's too late. I guess to me it just seems so pointless. Forever chasing a goal that lies just out of your reach. Work unending. The only rest you'd really get without worry of having to return to work or be troubled again is when you finally lay down and die. I'm not being emo, I'm just being rational. But then again, the fun lies in the chase huh? If there's no goal, life becomes rather meaningless. If the goal was accomplished and no new goal was set, we'd all be bored senseless.
So here I go. It's time to try to start getting motivated to study. The race begins now.
Ganbatte minna san,
Yudan sezu ni ikkou.
On the bright side, it would appear that after a 3 year break from squash, my ball sense hasn't gone yet.
Went with Estelle, Silk and Peishan and Estelle's family to *attempt* to learn how to play tennis yesterday. Everytime I remember my attempts during P.E., I think ouch. Seriously, squash and tennis do not mix. You end up thinking there's a wall to hit to and the ball flies towards the opponent's face, out of court. BUT I am relieved to say that I think I've gotten the hang of the basic serve at least. And I've more or less learnt how to swing forehand by watching and imitating. I really want to learn tennis next year. That's the only racquet game I haven't learnt as far as I know.
Anyhow, I'd better get my act together. A levels are coming and apparently the results weren't too hot this year. I think my dad's right. I really should put in some effort before it's too late. I guess to me it just seems so pointless. Forever chasing a goal that lies just out of your reach. Work unending. The only rest you'd really get without worry of having to return to work or be troubled again is when you finally lay down and die. I'm not being emo, I'm just being rational. But then again, the fun lies in the chase huh? If there's no goal, life becomes rather meaningless. If the goal was accomplished and no new goal was set, we'd all be bored senseless.
So here I go. It's time to try to start getting motivated to study. The race begins now.
Ganbatte minna san,
Yudan sezu ni ikkou.