Avoiding the inevitable

Let's see what's been going on so far.

We won our match on Monday, much to our surprise given their strong track record. The shuffling of places seems to be successful, but it's hard to tell from one game. The Reserves Cup starts next week, hopefully we'll get past round one.

My sister is struggling with career prospects and university choices and all that. It really sucks because I know how frustrating it is.

Bride and Prejudice is hilarious stuff. If you've ever been as fascinated as I have by Bollywood and how their dance routines are so hypnotisingly cheesy, this is a good film to watch. It's a completely no-brainer kind of movie although it did get irritating whenever they broke into another villagers-with-perfect-choreography stunt or ran a bunch of scenes like on those bad karaoke tracks.

Little Britain rocks, and Crichton's State of Fear is amazing. If you wonder how I'm fitting all my school work around my excessive entertainment schedule, I will admit that it is challenging, and my to-do list from yesterday is still glaring at me.

Presenting Danielle

On the 26th of November at 4.20am, Doreen, Edwin, and Denise welcomed a brand new person into their beautiful family!


You can tell she's going to be a star ;)

Grey, like the sky

The math involved in taking a crappy FF team and turning it into something that will stop your accelerating slide down the rankings is akin to advanced calculus. Something I can't do.

Lunch yesterday was fun. Tao and Stef are always great fun to meet and I'm really thankful Ming bought a cake.

My sister's referring to the car as 'my car' now, which I'm not sure whether to be thankful or annoyed at the prospect of having to fight for it three ways. We'll see how it goes in December. At the rate my work is going, I won't have time to set foot outside so it shouldn't be an issue. Grr.

Weng headed back to his village this morning. Hee hee. I better get started on work. That's the reason I'm awake and being abused by my sister on MSN instead of under my duvet, away from the world.

Man, I feel so blah.

Sombre thoughts

Another completely shit week in FF has left me defeated and uncaring. My morale is at an all time low and we're barely three weeks from the end of term, which is scary because I feel as though I haven't accomplished enough this term - appointment after appointment and errand after errand has made me feel like a hamster in a wheel, and all the carefully laid out plans for various projects have been largely ignored.

I want to go back to secondary school.

The last two weeks have reminded me of the frailty of life, how death has little consideration for the youth or the potential that may lie ahead. Mushil was taken from us a week and a half ago, I'll miss his love for dance, that twinkle in his eye, his ready smile, he could lift the weight from your shoulders from the minute he held out his hand for a dance to the time the music stopped playing; and in the last twenty four hours or so, a sixth-former from GIS, a boy on the brink of the rest of his life, a life that's not going to happen anymore.

I think the thing is, these were people we know.

We brought reinforcements

So we went to Notts to play netball and you'd think that this post is all about how we worked our butts off but didn't make it past the group stage, how the level of play has shot through the roof compared to last year, and how the IC teams were the smallest on court.

It could be about how Ben thinks we should start training for next year now and start drinking protein shakes, or that how our new problem isn't finding girls, it's finding big enough girls (not really an issue because our girls are bloody fast, despite Ben's claim that it takes forever to run around the opposition).

No, this year was all about this:

Good eh? I can hear people thinking "kiasuism to its fullest", but it was necessary, if a little ostentatious. We spent a good hour and a half trying to figure out how to put up before the girls arrived. Their bus broke down and I was so worried they weren't going to make it in time, but they arrived, and with PC too, who took one look at the tent and corrected it in five minutes.

Then Ben set up the barbeque pit which was essentially a bucket of coals with a metal grill. Him and his testers (Tom and Weng) then munched through seven burgers and four hotdogs "to see if they were edible" before distributing the rest.

The warmth and shelter had the rest of the teams looking on in envy as they hung around the windswept courts with their frostbitten hands and feet. We had an awesome time (with hot chocolate and hamburgers!) around the barbeque, goofing around as a team on and off the court.

The girls were amazing, and like we said last year, there's always next year!

This wouldn't've been possible without Gwen, our Mother Hen and logistics expert, and Ben, head chef and logistics expert's back up. Gwen put so much effort into planning the day for the girls and Ben pulled an all-nighter to get things together. They are such a phenomenal couple.


And of course to our clean up crew.

Happy birthday dahling! +muah muah+

I write this as Weng looks over my shoulder, which, I suppose, is completely in line with this year's theme of "spoil the surprise". I remember last year's theme being the Story of the Funny Cake, which means we're all one year older, not much wiser, and Weng is finally 20.

Okay he's gone. Preparing for his birthday has been stressful, the budget was so tight that it's effectively negative, I had to resort to e-Bay (but it was brand new, okay), and Tish messaging me with "You know what, I think I'm gonna get Weng..." everytime he was hovering around the back of my chair.

So as I drag Weng up to Nottingham tomorrow morning in the predawn darkness to stand in the cold for 8 hours, I hope he has a wonderful birthday with nothing but the best things ahead of him for the years to come. I love you, sweetheart.

Run and hide indeed

We took the Itchy and Scratchy Show on the road last year in a fun-filled trip to Poland and as if that was not enough, they've joined the blogosphere and are now online at All The Stuff Naughty Hyps Get Up To. I can't hardly wait!

Too busy to talk

As the age of blogging continues to bloom and hoardes of attentionseekers plague the internet in search of pseudo-stardom and massive hits, I find myself increasingly reliant on blogs to keep up with my friends' lives, and even my sister's.

It works this way with Cheryl, when you talk to her, she'll bring you up to speed with what's going on and stuff but because she natters on and on about everything, it's so hard to filter out the important things, so I keep one eye on her convo and the rest of my brain on whatever I'm supposed to be doing. Thus in order for me to keep up with the things that are really important, I need to go to her blog. I suppose I could say that the same applies to Evan, but then again I've also resorted to telling people like my boyfriend and my bestfriends to 'go read my page' because 'it's on there'. Shame on me.

Weng's also had to reluctantly pass on his FCUK t-shirt because after several washes it appears to have shrunk to the size of a baby-t, not unlike the ones my two year old cousin wears without pants. Aren't they cute at that age.

Decisions

Today has been a day of mixed fortunes in a fuzzy, exhausted, artificially-maintained kind of way.

After last night's match in the freezing cold and falling on astro turf, I've never felt so beat up. Apart from sporting a graze that threatens to break everytime I bend my knee, I found out this afternoon that it actually sits on an even bigger greenish-blue bruise that has wrapped itself across half of my knee and underneath it too. I need rest.

Added to the anticipation of an entire day in the cold out at Notts on Saturday, I need more rest.

Happy 21st to Huiyuan, who celebrates it tomorrow, and a happy 19th to Eunice who also celebrates it tomorrow. So many November babies!

Weng's already guessed his present, and his birthday is not 'til Saturday. There was even a "do not touch!" post-it stuck onto it, and he finally admitted to picking it up and having a feel. This boy would poke a finger in wet paint, sign and all.

Musings

The older you get, the less perfect parents get, but the more you love them for who they are and what they've done for you. They stop being just figures of authority and security, and they become actual people. You can call their bluff and they always know when to call yours but still love you anyway, and so you start to appreciate them a lot more. Just a thought.

How coincidental, Weng and I were just talking about internet users and how some of them seem to be bored, bitter cowards who like nothing more than to spend their entire day drifting like viruses until they find something petty to jump on and destroy. Like birthday happiness. But what can I say, when you put anything online and on display , you're giving them permission to take swipes at you, it's a given. It just depends on how much scum there is on the underside of the rock that day.

A creature of habit

We have a match tomorrow against LSE 4ths or 5ths, I can't remember which, but the fact that they have enough girls to make 4 or 5 teams and still be 2nd in the table is quite intimidating. It was good seeing most of the girls turn up to training this week and we were rewarded with quite a long time on court because most of the seconds didn't show, and as if my face is not flat enough, I tried to catch the ball with my eye socket twice, once on the left, once on the right. In my defence, it was dark. My face still hurts though.

The boys brought in our very first prototype. Charlie had improvised a lot past the basic structure that we had agreed to test, and we spent most of the meeting ripping the improvisations off and altering parts of it, but I'm glad to say that the cardboard hoverboard actually works. Now we need to refine the calculations, build a second prototype to a higer quality, and start putting performance graphs together. Piece of cake.

After dinner, Jeftor came up to sit with us for a bit where we invited him to play bridge with us and impart some of his knowledge and skill. After the first round (which he wins), he goes, "This isn't bridge." Rofl. Bridge never plays secret partners, only a random variation called Whist or something. He thinks it's a Singaporean export. I wouldn't be surprised.

I know why I didn't feel so cold out there tonight, my ass has just started to dethaw. Ouch.

Here it is

The promised post for the week.

Well I don't really have to update what happened over the weekend cos Ash has pretty much covered that so I'll talk about other stuff.

I'm turning 20 in a couple days! Woohoo! I'm finally moving out of my '-teens' but I feel much older. Funnily I understand how people can forget their own birthdays. I guess it's because there's so much stuff that preoccupies the mind that you don't realise it's close till it's too close. lol, if that makes sense.

I feel old.

On another note, I've changed the gender on my Skype account to female to test a hypothesis.

*gasp* followed by *shock* and then *non-stop laughter*

My motivation/catalyst for this sudden action is well, Ash has a lot of 'add requests' from random people. Don't know the reason(s) for this BUT I suspect it's because she's female, hence the change in my online sex identity. Temporarily of course =p.

Or it could be something really random. For instance, that her name begins with 'A' and mine's 'W'. Hence I'm at the bottom of the search list of 'Malaysians' in the age category of 17-25.

Or it could be that she's female. Lol.

Stay tuned for my conclusion at the end of term. Or until I get more than 1 'add request' within the one month.

Moving along...

Question: What implications does the purchase of a wall poster depicting a female in a provocative/compromising postion have on the male buyer? Is he immediately typified as a hormone raging, horny, all blooded male?

Just something I observed today at the poster fair.

Important Disclaimer: It wasn't me. Honest.

I'm serious. Stop laughing.

A post...

...coming soon =)

Stay tuned this week for developments.

First weekend away

I heard that the older you get, the smaller your circle of close friends becomes, but no one told me that I'd have to choose. My circle of close friends was already relatively small to start off with and now it seems that it's about to shrink even further.

I've also heard a whole bunch of things that have surprised me, seen things that I can't stop thinking about for no obvious reason, and found out things about myself that had never occurred to me at all. It's been a weekend of revelations and then some.

It was also Tish's 21st. Weng worked his way through two glasses of malibu punch and danced +shock and awe+ we should definitely try three next time. The poor guy did wake up with a blinding headache but that was the draft, not the alcohol, because people insisted on going in and out at the most absurd times of the night and morning in -2degree weather.

I wasn't sure if Tish drunk enough for his 21st but it was probably in excess by his standards anyway. Tom was quite happily helping himself to Smirnoff after Smirnoff before presenting his amassed bottle caps to Nat upon request (I exaggerate, it was only, what, 4 bottle caps after two beers, Nat?), and Ev and Ade debuted on the big screen with the MTVs we filmed over the last two weeks of summer (100% homemade), bringing back fond memories of late nights and plenty of laughing - good times. The music was good and there was a chocolate fountain. A small one, but it was so much fun.

It was good seeing so many faces again, even if I did arrive with mild trepidation. It's always good seeing so many old friends. I've missed them so much, it's a shame they left so early the next day and so mysteriously too. Ahem, you know who you are.

Fast forward through an afternoon of Mafia, more food, some tired Poker, and an hour's journey back into London. It's Monday again, and it feels like everyone's seen Harry Potter but me. There's a beautiful iceskating rink outside the Natural History Museum that I'm dying to try, and I have an Italian test in three hours.

Happy Birthday Tish

Hey Old Man, Happy 21st!!

WAsTe

I gave up the struggle to make it to this morning's 9am lecture shortly after the alarm rang at about 7.45 and slept through to 10. Technically I still had three hours full of the promise of productivity before my next lecture but that slipped through my slackened fingers with minimum effort on either of our parts. Dinner was early, leaving me with yet another three hours to catch up with tutorials, but I watched that march past my half-closed eyes too.

I have aboslutely no motivation to work in a way that is mind-numbingly scary. I have no motivation to go out either. I swear my mammalian instincts are calling out to me, it's winter, just sleep. I have the eyebags to prove it even after chalking up the right amount of hours.

After Weng mentioned that there was a sign in his Chemistry building with Southampton written using elements from the periodic table, we googled the table, and played our own find-as-many-words game. After ten minutes of fierce competition, it was a tie.

It's getting to that time of the year

Yes. It's that time of the year again. The time when every day is like every other day.

Well at least to me. =)

Routines are firmly established and you find yourself plodding along to your daily schedule. School days comes and goes and the weekends we look forward to, comes and goes at an even faster rate. Before you know it, you'll be receiving your graduation cert.

Question: Why is it that all good things never seem to last as long as we want it to? lol. Don't even try to answer that if you've got a dull answer. On the contrary if you have an entertaining one, I'll like to hear it =)

Plodding along...

AND it's gotten VERY cold all of a sudden. All in the space of what, 2 weeks? Which brings me to the want to go back to KL, to get some much needed sun (and sports) =) C'mon they're even expecting SNOW in southampton this weekend. Not heavy snow but still... it's only November!

Crazy weather.

But yeah, KL. Just got to wait 4 and a half weeks more and a 3hour check-in and a 12+hour flight and baggage claim and insert as appropriate minus *fingers crossed* a/many doofus(es) that don't show up on time. More on this later.

But hey, I think it's well worth it.

You get to see family, friends, loved ones, familiar surroundings and of course celebrate Christmas! Missed the last one, so I'm really looking forward to going back for the Dec hols. =)

*Reverse plod appx. 2 months*

With regards to the two doofuses (yes, that's the way you spell it), they caused us a half hour delay back in summer when we were leaving KL for UK.

Basically, they didn't show up on the plane at the designated departure time. Our cabin crew informed the passengers of our missing flight buddies, and therefore announced a 15/20min delay because they had to search for their luggage in the cabin hold and throw it out i.e. bomb scare.

But hey what do you know! They turn up 10mins later to the applause of the passengers, their fellow British countrymen. Lol. They were two teenagers by the way, the Malaysians just sat quietly and observed, hehe.

Delays suck.

Yup three paragraphs in two words. My friends say I tell granny stories but it'll put the kids to sleep next time =)

Ok *fast plodding back to the present*

The 'grandpa' of our group turns 21 this saturday! IT"S GONNA BE AWESOME!!! Hopefully. Haha, nah, I'm sure it'll be absolutely great =) A milestone indeed. Tish if you read this before saturday, just want you to know... Be prepared! ;)

You bring out the best in our group. =D

---Plod out---

MBTIdiot

I sat there for two and a half hours and I'm still not entirely sure what for. I merely confirmed certain things about myself that any respectable Cosmo quiz could have told me.

Apparently I'm an extrovert, even though I'm only sociable on good days, which are increasingly far and few between, I do aspire to be extroverted. I'm a thinker not a feeler, I look at things with logic (totally different from common sense - which Weng will tell you I am a bit short of) and any decisions I make are based on facts. I was almost a feeler though, almost. and finally, I need always need a plan and am not spontaneous.

I knew that.

And then it said I had a natural head for business and things mechanical. Mg. I need something decisive, not something that just adds to my indecision. That's pretty much it for me, right? Business or mechanical engineering.

I knew that also.

The best line in a book so far that is not Terry Pratchett: "He's a few pine cones short of a fir tree." Hilarity in a sentence. Read Jonathan Stroud, The Bartimaeus Trilogy.

Make time stop

The thing about Italian is that there are quite a few parallels between itself and English vocabulary-wise and when you look at the word, you can kind of tell what it means, but when they speak, that's when it comes out completely foreign.

Training today was kinda crap because we were short of two players, one who went MIA and another who had a column to write. With a big game next week, it was disappointing.

I've been running crazylike for the last two days and it feels like it should be Friday tomorrow - a day of rest and sleeping in late, but it's only Wednesday.

I have a psychometry seminar tomorrow. I don't really know why it's three hours long, but if, at the end of that time, I'm told that I should be a gardener/nurse/door-oiler, I'm going to want my money back.

Mixed reactions

The finance sector is filled with people who know what they want, when they want it, and how to get it. I got a faceful of investment bankers and financier wannabes (me included) today at the Citigroup Day on Campus. Great stuff.

We won our match today. That makes it 2/2, not counting the one we had to forfeit due to a lack of netball posts. They were too busy to schedule a rematch but wanted to schedule a friendly instead. Sure. Today's match out at Bacon's College was incredible and like the last game, we had to dig deep and managed to claw our way back to even in the fourth quarter and finally to edge them by one goal at 17-16. We face the league leaders next Monday - LSE 5ths. They have a massive goal difference in the right way and if we do fall behind, I doubt we'll be able to catch up.

MSN has been crap beyond crap. Is everyone getting signed out as much as I am? I barely last two minutes.

Rudy sent me a How much is your blog worth link and mine turns out at around $2,000ish, a piddling amount compared to Dawn Yang's at $75,000. It pays to be controversial and possibly plasticized. Heh heh. Grade 1 corniness only comes from extended habitation with the masters. Ahem.

I have a DMT meeting tomorrow and haven't done anything which is why I need to cut this short and wake up early tomorrow.

Random acts of goodness

What kind of sadist sets a 10am deadline? On a Monday as well! Either way it saw us scampering to uni at 9.45pm at the risk of frostbite. Uni is creepy any time after dark, but security was surprisingly lax for all the trouble they've gone through to hand out ID card holders and check passes.

After reading Rudy's post about Dawn Whatshername I was naturally intrigued (for a better sounding 'kaypo') and after squinting at her picture for five minutes trying to determine what was so weird looking about her face, Weng capered over and quickly declared that she is infact not 'hawt'.

Other interesting news today: Rudy concluded that the parcel he was supposed to send containing protective card sleeves has not arrived because it was probably detained at British customs on account of also containing a DVD.

Tish's eBay obsession means we'll be expecting 2nd hand presents this Christmas. In fact, if he waits 'til after Christmas, I'm sure there'll be a whole bunch of people trying to offload their unwanted gifts, and almost brand new too. He says, "It's the finest goods the internet has to offer." This coming from the guy who, in a bargain frenzy, purchased 150 ballpoint pens.

Brilliant. Tish, you know where I'm getting your Christmas present - the RM1.99 store.

Slip a word in sideways

It's felt like the longest week, and I've given in four times to the lure of DotA, which is probably why I've had to spend most of this wekeend working on my Energy paper. The urgency is inspiring.

And so is playing Bridge with Godwin and Lester. They turn it into a crazy, hysterically funny card game with lots of shouting and roaring. It brings out the Mr. Hyde in each of them. I look forward when the session reconvenes - possibly tomorrow.

This coming week's going to feel even longer I fear, what with a whole bunch of career talks on Monday and Wednesday, a match Monday evening, practice of Saturday, and Tish's birthday this weekend. Or is it next...I forget. (Only kidding T)

To: The financial recruiters

Re: Job application

Dear Sir/Madam,

I know nothing about finance, equities or trading and even less about investment banking, but please hire me because I want to earn as much as you do.

Yours faithfully,
Ashley See


I haven't but the job applications are already getting to me. I have to start soon. There are so many other things I have to start soon actually, like the other 70% of the paper that's due Monday. And as I stand on the brink of another long Thursday, I am wishing I got more sleep. Wishing, but not regretting because there are some things in life that are so worth it, like DoTA. Whee.

It's so cold now. Two weeks ago it was shorts and flip flops and now nothing seems enough.

Feeling slow

It's been a day of mixed fortunes, little victories in C++ being offset by progressively harder Italian. I should've guessed that being at IC means you're rarely ahead of the class in whatever discipline, there's always someone brighter and bolder leading the way and you have to drop your 'top of the class' tag of highschool and be prepared to shoulder 'mediocrity'.

It's not a bad thing, for one you aren't always pestered by other students for tutorial answers or to form study groups and the shock wore off soon after first year. Then again, deparment-wise that's understandable, everyone comes from different educational backgrounds, although it seems that four As at A-levels isn't so much the preferred qualification of secondary education as the bare minimum, and no one really starts on equal terms. Some can build and rebuild all kinds of engines from scratch, while others possess supernatural levels of mathematical ability (since I don't have either talent, I obviously struggle).

But in beginner's Italian? Mg. The reason I decided to go with Italian, aside from slacking away my whole summer and not picking up a sufficient level of French, was that by starting at the beginning, everyone's supposed to be at the same level. I should've been more wary having been suitably intimidated by the obvious experience in European language the rest of the class possessed in terms of level-gazillion French right at the start of term, but all of a sudden I'm still level 1 Italian and they're jabbering away in it like a second language (or third or fourth in some cases).

Unbelieveable.

I'm fully determined to get there though. Once I get this tutorial (unforunately the first of many) out of the way, I'm going to study pages 1-40 of my textbook and work on not getting left behind.

Too tired to be frustrated

C++ is a terrible, terrible programme. Writing programmes in general means translating an idea into English, then into a programming sort of mindset, and finally into code that doesn't seem to relate to anything.

It sends you on these highs and lows that totally drive you crazy. Every line that's bug-free brings a rush and when the entire programme doesn't do what you want it to, and you realise you have to read through all that code to see exactly what you did wrong, you sink to these miserable lows.

Thank goodness there's Branden, who seems to know everything there is to know about programming and computers.

My cousin's getting married this weekend. It's so wonderful welcoming new people into the family, and Doris is such a sweetheart. I think that leaves me next, kind of. Generation-wise. And on both sides of the family. Mg, what a revelation.

Sixteen hours nonstop

CJ's birthday was yesterday, so there was a bit of a gathering last night after they got back from dinner, where we Taboo-ed until about half eleven and then started dota-ing at 2am (officially) to finish at quarter to four. It took us a good two hours to sort out connection problems because the router seemed to be acting up a little. It was great though, but that session coupled with a three hour stint earlier in the afternoon has just about used up all of my allocated game time for the weekend. It's work from here on in.

Then there was netball practice this morning on about five and a half hours of sleep. I really hope we get to put together a second team, it would be a shame to waste so much enthusiasm.

According to Rudy, I'm a wannabe-novelist, so I'll stop trying to get my life published for now. I need a nap anyway.

Aiieee!!!

What a night. I had to do some serious catching up but with XX on your side, it's hard not to win - he is that good. For the first game, he was on the opposing team and screaming instructions at me and I'm screaming things back at him. Phenomenal stuff, I want to DoTA like him.

I'm still riding the adrenaline high. I have achieved many things tonight:

1. I don't panic that much anymore and can muster some form of control even when my hit bar is flashing dark red.
2. I've learnt how to use my spells in the right combo (I'm still really specialist characterwise but it's a start)
3. I got to level 19 in a game, at last
4. I only died 8 times in 45 mins of play

Woot! Wait for the weekend!

What day is it?

It's a Wednesday night. I should be worrying about my interim report due next Friday. Instead I find myself finishing off a movie I had started on 2 days ago - "2009: Lost memories".

*insert appropriate laugh and finger pointing*

Right now you're probably thinking, that sounds gay. I don't blame you, I thought so too when my friend introduced it to me. I think skeptical would be the word. I recall the first 10 minutes or so was spent laughing in disbelieve of how right I was.

...30mins later...

This isn't too bad...hmm....

...2 day intermission, and 1 hour later...

It's a pretty good movie =) And a Korean one too, hence get a good copy with accurate subtitles. This is to prevent mild confusion, refer to Rudy's blog - the relevant post is there somewhere. Final verdict - Just watch it. The first impressions are somewhat misleading =p but I guarantee you, if you're looking for a movie to watch on a rainy Wednesday night, this is the one for you.

Zooming across many miles to the city that is London... My other half has succeeded in reviving the bane/(worship?) of students that is Warcraft3: DotA. At the moment this is the situation,

1 female + many alcohol-induced-testosterone-high males = *gasp* I should be worried.

instead...

1 female + many alcohol-induced-testosterone-high males + DotA = *gasp* They better include me this weekend =D

I wish I was there. *sigh*

p.s. My time stamp is wrong. I had no choice. It was to put my post first =D

Not about work

There's plenty of that around, we don't really need to talk about it, so here's some other stuff instead.

The copy of DoTA I lent to my neighbours has apparently made its way around 88 and now everyone's hooked. Of course the competition is not equal, what with some extremely experienced players being able to play cohesively on international servers while the rest of us (mostly me) run around the map like chickens.

I've discovered that without practice I'm most likely never going to get over the tendency to panic whenever I'm attacked and I find myself still trying to run from the attacker without first selecting my hero, a task which proves extremely difficult to survive. But that's okay, because people are still nice enough to let me be on their team. I haven't proved too major a liability as yet.

Then there's football. I would need eight pairs of eyes to watch all the Champions' League matches because European football is amazing. I want to watch every single match in real time and all the goals all at the same time. Ah, what greed.

There's more FF this weekend but after last week's utterly utterly demoralizing selection where every single player lost their respective games, almost everyone except N'Zogbia, I feel horribly disinclined to pick another team.

DoTA tonight!

Shocking

Right here.

Another match unplayed

I'm about 16 hours late, but Happy Halloween.

I spent last night walking around zone 2 (along a massive cemetery, I might add) with the rest of the girls looking for the courts. It was a home game so technically they were our courts, but since we've never seen them, our biggest concern was that the lighting would be inadequate. As it turned out, lighting was not a problem, but the evening would've worked out better had there been netball posts and nets.

It was a real shame we didn't get to play. I feel even worse for Queen Mary 4ths who travelled even further than us to get there. I really hope we can reschedule instead of forfeiting.

Happy birthday to Lydia, who turns 21!