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Heehe.. i'm not THAT rusty after all. While ZQ attempted to snipe me, I kept catching him off guard with my drops.. to the point he got so frustrated he kept scooping the shuttle to me instead of bringing it back and serving it..lol..
Well, I'm better than Des in doubles, but Des is definitely better in singles. Because doubles, being able to smash is advantageous, Des can't smash as well as me, but he's excellent in dropping and clearing. But his servings are killers. Because every time, he serves and you either miss the ball or you are forced to give it right back to him which he will kill. Well, I wanna brush up on my badminton. But ah well, I feel good since ZQ's smash scared me when he was tellign me about it, but it wasn't taht scary after all. lol..
Sigh.. well, she didn't come. sigh.. I'm beginning to wonder if it's just me, or if she's avoiding me, cuz every time i organise thigns.. badminton, netball, capt's ball.. she's never given a positive reply before.
Sigh.. ok.. my posts are increasingly lacking in substance. i'm going to post a whoopper about what i'm thinking next.
Poly rox... my class too. Well, I just hope to be able to get the distinctions I need, get a merit, and get into U for my degree. I have to be in the top 5% for each module if I want to... sicne the quality of a distinction means getting top 5% in the level, for the module. Well, I guess I'll have to strive hard for it. AT least, i'm grateful I have friends who share my ambition and goals. I hope to be able to choose and team up with them, and go for it with them.
:Sunday, June 05, 2005:
Naive.
My dad is being the most naive. He thinks he's being the perfect dad now. Little does he know how irritating he can get.
When I wanted, yearned, looked for, sought for fatherly love. How little I received of it. Many a tearful night I spent.. because I just couldn't feel any love from him. Now he thinks he's being the perfect dad by restricting my net access, by calling my friends evil, by stopping me from socialing with them at all costs. Naive.
I had no one to run to. I couldn't run to you. I could only run to my mum then. I didn't even have friends to run to. No. Now? Now I've got friends to run to. I've got mum to run to. I always yearned for a dad to run to. yuan lai... this is what having a father to run to actually means. Then I don't want it.
Everything he tells me now... assumes that i'm a three-year old kid. Assumes i'm still that ignorant, impressionable little child. not anymore, dad. I'm grown up. So much more I know, sometimes even more than you. And what?! you're trying to teach me things I already know? do you know how jarring to hte ear it can be if it's something I already know and yet is repeated many times?! When I would most appreciate father's love, he never gave it. Or at least, not sufficiently. When I would least appreciate it, he gave it in bulks. Whether in the right quality or not, that's another story.
Sheesh.
Well, I don't mean to be talking bad about my dad like that. I just.. need a letout. i feel pretty much better after typing this here.
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