Saturday, May 07, 2005
well, quite a bit happened but i think i'll go back anyways.
Apr 12+13well, honestly, i dont remember much anymore, its nearly an entire month that this has happened. so i'll make it short.
anyways. it was the badminton tryouts. i was late 3 minutes taht morning because i forgot my gym clothes at home when i was halfway to the school already, so i had to run back and rush to the school again, making me terribly outta breathe, def not a plus for an athletic even tryout. what was even worse is that i lost my gym clothes over the weekend, thx to that devil of a sis, so i had to borrow bree's. bree's shorts came up EXTREMELY short on me and... ya. thk god shar was there and offered to trade shorts.
so me and shar ran to the gym where everyone was already playing and what not. we had no clue of what we were supposed to do, so we asked one of the ppl there and got our raquets and birdies. there was enough ppl to fill two classes. that was how big the competition was. and because there were such a massive body of ppl trying out. the actual tryouts were tournamentized and postponed to the day after, which was good, because the raquets were killing me.
so on apr 13th. hmm... is taht a friday? wait one minute. hmm. no. it was a wednesday. o well. anyways. it seems to me that mom does nothing but scream at me all day. sorry. that was irrelevant. just the fact that while i am typing this, she came in a screamed and nagged at me to do homework so i wont be doing everything at the last minute when she has been telling me the same things for the last 9 days non-stop every single second that she found herself bored enough to say something to me. and what a bout my pjs? so what if they were long? i like them that way. not everything has to be done your way. if indeed everything was done your way, i would have died. so there. if u cant have everything your way, just live with what you have, like what i have learnt to do. for example, i hate the fact that the egotistical you bitch at me constantly every other second. but i did not scream at you, instead, i have learnt to take it out in my blog. maybe you would like to consider converting your premenopause syndromes into somehting less repeatitive and annoying than nagging at me all day. and to think today is the day before mothers day. woot! this outta be the perfect paragraph to write on this day.
see? its not fair, as soon as i have written this, i feel this surge of guilt. now pray tell me. how is this fair? u fucking dont feel any guilt when you bitch at me, so why should i be left to feel like a condemned criminal when i didn't even say a damn word to you? nvm. i know why. because im a nice lil angelic person who'd rather keep everything to herself or her blog and what not than to tell you to your face how bad of a person you have been. and the fact that i bear the fact that you are my dear mommie who raised me for 14 years and no matter how much pain i have been put through during those 14 years, i shall not forget that u kept me alive and kicking. you on the other hand, reminds me to fuck off and rot in hell on a constant basis. i love you mommie. i love you mommie.
anyways, back to the wonderful tryout. (note the sarcasm) when we were starting the tryouts the other day, i was wearing bree's shorts and i had to keep pulling them down, which is the reason i shall never EVER wear short shorts for gym.
so i was playing denise. she plays really fast. shes pretty good. but i might be able to beat her if i tried hard enough. but i wont deny the fact that she is a really good player, perhaps better than i am. well, the fact that kaitai was there by the doorway watching me play (in skimpy shorts no less) didn't help raise my confidence. after he told me that he would leave after seeing me score, i screamed at him to go away and leave me alone. which he did. thank god. but still i lost to denise anyways.
then i had to play a a total of about 6 ppl, if memory serves. of which i lost 2, won 2, tied 2. it bugged me how ppl cheated and i cant scream at them because i dont wanna come across as being too serious and a bitch who "makes up her own rules" when im perfectly playing by the rules. 80% of the ppl i played didn't know heck bout how to keep score. here's a couple basics:
1. A coin toss or spin of the racket determines who will serve first.
2. The serve must travel diagonally (cross court) to be good.
3. A serve that touches the net and lands in the proper court is called a let serve and is reserved, otherwise, only one serve is permitted to each court until a side out occurs. A serve that is totally missed may be tried again.
4. The racket must make contact with the birdie below the waist on a serve.
5. The server and receiver shall stand within their respective service courts until the serve is made.
6. Points may only be scored when serving.7. All lines are considered in bounds.
8. In singles, when the server's score is an even number, the serve is taken from the right side. When the server's score is an odd number, it is taken from the left. (Serving in a doubles game is different)
god, how much do i have to emphasize numba 6?!?! whatever. the point(s) is(are):
a)im playing my friends, so wth do u think i am to "kill" them, say if i had the ability to?
b)i cant scream at ppl for not playing with the rules cause i'll be labeled a bitch and im not that competitive (in comparison) or the arguement type
c)i realized after my thing with denise that my right thumb was bleeding like crazy for some odd reason. my entire thumb was gorily bloody
d)my wrist was completely swollen after the tryout, because the raquet was so damn heavy. yes i know that ppl are using the exact same crummy school raquets, but i dunno, having played with my slightly lighter raquet all my life, my feeble physique is quite incapable of handing such extreme weight...
e)the whole tournament system was unfair. you do not get a chance to play everyone. if u ended up playing the better ppl, you had less of a chance making top 8. if u played the good (nt better) ppl, ur chances are way higher.
o well, excuses excuses, i didn't make it o well. but the thing that bugs me is. do ppl who're on the team deserve to be there?
Throwing you kisses @ 2:22 PM
Restless
10:28a.m.
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$230 (69 thongs)
Nothing
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No one
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Make plans
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High School
Kaitai
