Monday, March 20, 2006
ok i feel that i shd blog about this since im ever so patriotic.... haha no, really.... no...
haha
Singapore won their first medal! hooray! for the Commonwealth games.... YAY!
we beat Aus!!!
yay!
aussie aussie aussie!
oi! oi! oi!
haha
it was really fun though..the whole event...started with yest (sunday) where both female and males were playing in the semis for table tennis...
me and joyce had like lousy seats at first... then i chatted up this girl who was Singaporean cos we wanted to ask where she got the Sg flags from... well she didnt have them but somehow we got to know some peeps from the sports council(sg). then they invited us to sit with them at the athletes stand... cool shit... and we got to hang out with Tean Singapore after that...
oh I saw Grace too...from TK...turns out she was there to play netball.... GO TK! and she met the Queen(!) and Delta Goodrem (boo the ice princess)... and im sure a whole lot of cute looking sports people at the Athlete's Village... how cool is that! Awesome... I wanna be at the Village too... oh I did drive past it the other day though.....
Anyway today me and Joyce went for the finals.... we got to sit with the other Singaporeans...the whole group of supporters.... awesome shit too... it was not bad...fun... think this is like the most patriotic we all have ever been...
we were cheering for singapore... waving flags, scarves and oh there's this balloon thingy which u have to clap together to make a lot of noise... and stamping feets... the atmosphere was just awesome even though there werent many of us there...
and when we won the womens (against the aussie team no less), everyone just jumped out of their seats and screamed our lungs out... it was esctatic.... we didnt care if there were only 2 half filled rows of us against the entire stadium of aussie supporters, we justcheered and cheered somemore... i guess this is wat it feels like, as im learning in my Sports, Entertainment and Media class... the transcendence of self, the transition of time and world when one enters the sporting world. the idea od nationalism in sports above all else. the unity we share, with the players, and even the supporters we've only just met.
we lost the mens... to india... but it didnt matter... our lads did a fabulous job... the best team won... we were the underdogs going into the game anyway, we only had one player who was ranked higher than the indians... but we managed to win the first 2 matches... albeit we lost the next 3.... but well they were really good...
so yeah...all in all... fantastic 2 days.... we took pics with the team..will post them up once i get them all....
found a pot of gold@ 14:00
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"One Art"
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
So many things seem filled with the intent
To be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost keys, the hour badlly spent
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owne, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
-Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
-Elizabeth Bishop
