The Princess Diaries movies rocked, and I'm not afraid to admit that. What I find cool is that her birthday is 1 day before mine. Yay! Soulmates ftw.
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Hooray, sub-par past week and a half round up time!!! This kind of stuff makes me excited. We'll start all the way back at last Thursday, second day of house athletics.
Thursday: I didn't take any real, decent photos except of trying to get how I looked with my get up. We started the day with a 50 point lead and finished 80 in second place behind Waterloo. I can't say that I was surprised at this result. I knew we were extremely lucky to be in first place and we were sure to lose it after a series of finals, especially the relays. However we did have a faint hope in events here and there. Unfortunately Wolfmother Man only won his 400m final, quite easily, Isaac didn't win a first and our 100m final was a let down with Marc not even running the heat, Steven falling behind and Jamie losing to a resurgent Denholm. The few high moments of the day came from Michael Ryde just winning everything he competed in. Everything except for the 4x400m relay, the single most exciting relay in recent memory.
I don't remember the details but all I remember is that by the time Ryde got the baton, we were about 50 or 60 metres behind the leaders. By the end the time he passed it off, we were 30 or 40 metres ahead of the next runner, some Waterloo man. It was a ridiculously inspirational run by him, he's a freak if you ever saw one. When he passed it to Jin, we all thought that one of the greatest comebacks since England in the CB series was completed, but oh how we were wrong. Running the final leg for us was Jin, for Waterloo Langley, for Como someone and for Forrest Patty Hayes. Langley was desperately trying to catch up to Jin and even began his so called "retard run", a clear signal he was putting in. All Yarra men's eyes were on him. What we didn't see was Patty Hayes first rope in the 30m Langley had on him, and then going into the final bend was a mere 10m behind Jin. With 50m to go, they were neck and neck. Every Yarra man screamed themselves red and every Forrest man cried till they were blue. The final 20m was seriously in slow motion. Stride by stride they got closer to the finish line, and yet still no one broke away. Then in the final second, Hayes got a few strides on Jin and all our hearts broke the moment he crossed the line. It was the kind of race you make a movie out of, absolutely amazing.
After Aths, had tutor at Box Hill and I didn't feel like changing back into my normal clothes. First, let me explain what I was wearing. I had found an old, normal, white, button up school shirt that my mum let me wear and paint on. The measurement around the chest was about 35cm, much smaller than the 43 I wear to school day in day out, so as you could guess, it was a tight fit. But that's what I was going for. Anyway, it was painted on and I looked quite the cool, in my opinion anyway. So after tutor, getting on the train by myself was actually quite embarassing.
Friday: Lots happened, supposedly. I guess it was nothing because I don't remember anything.
Satday/Sunday: Spesh and English tutor as always.
Monday: Day off, yay! Planned for the day was my 2 favouritest sports, cricket and futsal. First it was cricket in Blackburn at 10.30am. We, being Nigel, his cousin John and I, got there and there was already a guy and a coach there. At first we didn't want to intrude but he asked us to bat so we obliged. Turns out the guy was coming back from a shoulder reconstruction and went from being a batsman to a leg spinner. Truth be told, his spin wasn't much. But he completley destroyed me. He out-thought, out-witted and out-played me. Seriously, he actually set me up for getting me out, something you just don't see in people our age. In my defence, he did play for Essondon and I assume that means he's really good. So we played cricket until 12.30 when we decided to call stumps. We wanted to get something to eat but everything was closed so I left them to go to Box Hill for some futty.
Got there just as they started but didn't want to start playing right away because I was busily munching on my yummy potato wedges. Pretty good that place, I should go to it more often [FYI, it's the place in the foodcourt next to the Subway]. Started playing futsal and continued playing. We destroyed the other team, Tommy and Jimmy's friends from Chinese school, they never had a chance. We played from 1pm till 4.30pm. It was fairly intense. Everyone in our team [Jimmy, Tommy, Jin, Phan, Tom Wang, Jase Yang and Dan Lim] scored, except for me as I was watching guard over the net. In all fairness, I stopped trying 100% when we were about 10 goals ahead, as one usually does.
Tuesday: Monday was tough. Six hours of intense physical activity does not affect the body and I felt the effects very quickly. I limped, groaned and moaned my way through the day. Standing up, sitting down and walking was more than tough.
Wednesday: House Chorals. Everyone was geniunely excited. Especially Yarra as this was our pet event. I was sitting between some very cool guys. Wilson kept on doing things to me that would be observed as homosexual from outsiders, but all of us were cool with it. Gayan, sitting on my other side, tried to do it as well. But he couldn't pull it off, curries just weren't meant to do what asians do. Anyway we ended up coming second in the choral competition. Which is amazingly disappointing because out of the 4 choral competitions I've competed in, that was by far the best performance the entire house has put in for the set song and especially the free choice song. That final "Vincero", I felt the shivers from all the audience. And their applause was massive. I never felt prouder to be Yarra.
Upon the announcement, everyone was speechless. Not just us at coming second, but Como and coming last and Forrest at not beating Waterloo. I'm not one to be overly mean and unfair, but Waterloo sucked. Set song was weak and they missed about half of their first notes. Also, they should've gotten marked down for picking Ron as the conductor, even before they started singing. They're special choir was... ok, not outstanding though. They didn't have the killer harmony either. Free choice I didn't really listen to, because all I could hear was the one little pinner year 9. It seemed like he was always coming in early but that was only because out of the 250 students on stage, his was the only one who's balls hadn't dropped yet. He was singing an octave or two too high and he didn't even realise.
Thursday: Caught a cold, so took a day off. Hardcore reading Hard Times.
Friday: School curriculum day. People had futsal and cricket planned but still sick so more hardcore reading Hard Times.
Satday/Sunday: Still sick but still went to tutor. More hardcore Hard Times reading. Very gratifying moment, Sunday night at about 10pm, finished the re-reading of Hard Times. I was so proud, the first time that I not only completely read of school text, but also did a re-read.
Monday: Still sick, still went to school. School is fun.
Tuesday: Lol, played cricket during double free through lunchtime and then through periods 6 and 7.
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House Athletics Day 1 Photos
Massively tired. Massively, massively tired. I've been waiting for Aths to roll around since June last year, and I did everything I wanted to do. But I was very much let down by those around. Not by my fellow year 12-ians so much but more by the younger year levels. The lack of support we got may have been due to us sitting way down the end of the stands, where all the fag year levels don't want to stay because it's so far away from the exit. Little do they know that they still have 3 and a half hours before they have to leave and it's not even a 5 minute walk from one end of Olympic Park to another. Macky had a good point today. All day at school they act like they hate it and want to break free and have some fun. When that opportunity rolls around, they do nothing but whinge about Aths being a waste of time and play cards. I know for a fact that I wasn't like that in year 9, 10 and 11. I wasn't there screaming my guts out but at least I sat with the house and I got up and joined in with the chants.
Anway, what actually happened today. Yarra started out badly. Got even badder. And then suddenly, we were leading by a couple points. Half an hour later, that lead extended to the teens. And then into the twenty's. Next time the score came up, we were leading by 95 points. Ninety five freaking points. I'm sure there was not one person there who was not surprised by that, especially us. But that doesn't mean that we wouldn't take a 95 point lead. It eventually got dwindled down through a string of ultra shitty relay performances. However I'm pretty sure we finished the day with a slender lead, about 20 or 30 points. Not much but I'm sure we can close some deals on the final day.
Just think about it. If we win on Thursday. And then we take away chorals. That cock is as good as ours, and nothing would make me happier.
Photo time!
Everyone look at Jack Liang and be impressed by his "I'm so tired of this shit" look. He's perfected over the past couple months, which is a little worrying.
Extreme close up of Jase Lai. A little scary.
It's a bold Anthony Hong. Britney got to him, unfortunately.
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