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Marjory, 23.Graduated in 2008 with a diploma in New Media.
A freelance designer and a soccer enthusiast. Was a left winger for Republic Poly's Women's Soccer Team
(2007-2007). Supports
Manchester United and Holland.
. Winner of Female Captain of the Year Award 2007/2008
. Nominated for Female Captain of the Year Award 2007/2008 . Meritorious Silver Awardee . 4th in Annual POL-ITE (Women's Soccer) 2007/2008 . Captained RP Women's Soccer team 2007-2008 . 2nd place in WPL 2007/2008 (Young Women) . Meritorious Bronze Awardee (Marquee Troupe II Service Learning) 2007  |
Friday, October 26, 2007
It hurts and it hurts
To be unable to feel fully refreshed and injury-free even after one month of returning from injury, feels very depressing and frustrating. Not only being unable to return fit, but getting an injury at the wrong period of time makes it even more upsetting. Having only a short period of time of only one month, to recover back and to try regaining back the fitness is tough and it's something hard to do. I failed to come back feeling refreshed and fit. After that one month lay-off, I still have some pains here and there in my leg when I kick. It's such an extreme setback. Everything's not going well for me, not at this period of time. I hate to have the feeling of being unfit, to know that there's something holding you back from playing, to know that you will be unable to enjoy yourself when you are kicking soccer, a sport that you have so much passion for for already so long. The injury weaken thy-self, in many ways. First, is having to rest, secondly, is not being able to get out and kick soccer and thirdly, is having to sit out in many friendlies which means only watching the game. To want to get out and be challenged, I can't do it because I'm not allowed to, only after one month ends. Indeed, I was stubborn. I did try to get on the field during one of the trainings during camp, to get the feel of the ball, I did. I was crazy, I couldn't wait, I was impatient. That, resulted in more pain the following day and yes, I regretted for my actions. I extended my lay-off to another day but did it help? No. I came back still with the same pain, though less painful as compared to before. I struggled in that remaining one month left, tried and tried and the kicks were all nothing but shit. I couldn't kick well, I couldn't even run well with the ball, after months of practice, before I succumbed to my injury. I lost everything, I can't even get the ball in the air. I can't get a good first touch. I was disappointed in not being able to do well. I didn't have the drive to succeed and try because I failed after trying time and again. I got tired of trying. I've lost half the battle, losing 3/4 of my troops to death because none of us brought a shield to the war. the 3/4 of them died as a result of having no shields and the remaining 1/4 of them ran for cover, hiding in the bushes, hoping to be able to survive this battle. I'm near defeat, almost touching the ground of defeat, just half-inch away. I can't get up, I can't stand up, I'm starting to be weak, to feel weak. I'm tired of everything, I'm tired of trying. All I can do is to cry because I know that my soccer career is near over. "All I see is a fighter. A captain who fought for the IG when it was nth. A leader who strived for the best of e team. A player who observes training in spite of injury. An individual who demands excellence. Gather your thoughts, do yourself some justice. For all of e above, I see a winner in u." It's just not the same anymore, I'm sorry...
2:27 PM
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Must watch
 Catch the trailer here It looks pretty good and I'm up for it. Anyway, it's the 2nd last match tomorrow against NP and we have to win it, by hook or by crook. We must. Keeping the faith, Marj
8:48 PM
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Wharrtttttt?!?!?
10:09 PM
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Guilty conscience knocking
I lost my cool in training this morning and I shouted out in anger. I allowed my anger to get the better of me. I re-commit the same mistake again, loosing the ball easily, got fed up and shouted in anger. I was taken out, I headed to the side of the training area, sprinted 3 times, took a ball, kicked it multiple times against the fence and then again shouted out as though stressed up. I let it all out, let it all go. "Marj! You have made a mistake and you cannot shout like that! Down 5.", said the advisor in her fierce tone before taking me out. Before I shouted, she said, "Ball first, ball first!". I was mad at myself and I couldn't control anymore and so I just shouted out in anger, really loud. I owe an apology. I know, we should always carry self discipline in training or anywhere at all costs but I couldn't contain it anymore. I really feel guilty and I will make an apology. I will...I will.
10:55 PM
Friday, October 19, 2007
Not very well
I'm just upset, that is it. Like I've said to Iffa and Ben(not Ben Seow though), that the time left to really work hard and get back my fitness is zero. The time is up, countdown has reached zero hour, zero minutes and zero seconds. POL-ITE is already here. By then, when I have regained back my fitness, POL-ITE will already be done and dusted with and I will be back to attending 3 day classes, doing up FYP2 and maybe back to club trainings if I were to go, while waiting for next season. By then, I am only 3 months and a few weeks perhaps, away from getting done with Republic Poly and venturing out of RP perhaps, to find a job that matches my interest, apart from kicking soccer. By then, I am already done with POL-ITE and there will be no more representing Republic Poly in POL-ITE in the next 2 years and so on and so forth, forever. This is the last year and also this is my FIRST and LAST POL-ITE for Republic Poly's female soccer team. I want to play as much as I can, but without fitness, that is not going to happen in my last year of Poly. 1 month of resting, 1 month of no soccer. 1 month of no agility training, 1 month of no field training. To be back on the field after 1 month, feels good to be feeling refreshed and rejuvenated but on the bad side, it feels new to have to approach that soccer ball once again. It feels as though I've just entered the world of soccer training. I felt like an apprentice. I felt like it was my first ever time, stepping onto that field. Every kick of the ball, was bad. Every passing, was weak. Every step of run, was weak. The fitness that I used to have, was all gone. Easily tired? Yes. Physically weak however not mentally weak. The time remaining was so tight and I will honestly say that I couldn't grapple with it. I knew that there was only this much time left and that I had to maximize that time left, do the best I could. I tried and tried but yet the fitness do not show. Easily tired? Yes, once again. After a short burst of runnings, I bend over, starring on the grounds, exhausted. Just minutes into the training, that was who I was and till now? Maybe. I'm still in that boundary of exhaustion and am half way through there. But like I've said, by then when I am fully fit, POL-ITE is over. Time waits for no man. It's 12:44am as I am typing right now and I'm not yet asleep until I'm done with this entry. My eyes are giving abit of a pain as they blink in every split second. I've been crying, stop crying, crying and now I've stopped crying but that doesn't mean I'm happy. I've cried till no more tears are left. I'm very very tired and I can't help feeling helpless and useless. I sit there, keeping positive by hoping and hoping and yes, that is the only thing I can do, which is to hope and hope and hope and nothing more and that's the way of the world! All you have are your 5 senses and 4 limbs but what can you do? Hope. Put your 2 hands together and then look to the sky or shut your eyes tight and then hope for it to happen. Sad isn't it. Imagine those homeless people who sit by the street side, doing that action of hope everyday for 3 years, hoping someone'd come over and put a roof over their heads and nothing happens. I have only so much to say right now and I don't know anymore. Give me a punching bag and I'll punch my knuckles bare till the next morning. Anyway, thanks Carol, Mel and Sham, if you are reading this. You know why. Thanks Farrah for giving that short speech to the team in the dressing room, I appreciate that, though it wasn't in perfect English.
12:19 AM
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Maybe, maybe not
I haven't had any of those popular sweet chili sauce in awhile, but having to enjoy it after so long, resulted in me having a slight sore throat. Besides, I was having those nasty macdonalds salted fries alongside the other nasty and yummy Mcflurry. I was too hungry and yes, I did eat at a really fast pace. Within seconds, all the fries were done and dusted, every single piece, big and small. No more such stuff for me this week or in the 2 weeks, no more. Anyway, dad asked me the other day to check out which Uni our poly is affliated to because he heard from one of our neighbors that one science student in the school went to further his studies at one of the Aussie Unis. I searched and all the Unis that DNM can go to, are Unis that do not have the design course or do not have any design course. I asked Ee Shaun and then he recommended Swinburne Uni, which according to Shangs, it's in Melbourne. The fees aren't cheap and its A19,500/year or per semester, can't remember. But definitely, they do have the course that I do want to pursue in and want to study. As much as I would want to go, I am concerned on the safety there. I wouldn't mind if I have a friend there though. I'm thinking of NTU's school of Arts and Design but that school only opens in 2008. Don't know if it will be too late by then. If by then I can get in, then I wouldn't mind but it says that you need a portfolio too. I have not even build up my portfolio, hello. O well, we'll see how things go after I'm done with Republic Polytechnic. Whether I will head for NTU or Swinburne Uni. Till then, Marj
11:05 PM
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Hella'
6:55 PM
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Thank you
A big dedication and thank you to both Sham and Lillian for being there for me, I greatly appreciate it. ♥ always, Marj
12:11 AM
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Wondering thoughts
Every memorable moments, were not forgotten and will always be remembered. When the people you always hang out with or are always with suddenly disappears, you feel weird and you don't feel right being around, without their presence. Suddenly everything becomes different and not the same anymore. To have to adapt to the new changes, takes time and it doesn't take a short time but a long time because these people have been around you for a long period of time, for as long as I/you remember. Those memorable moments that happened or created, are always etched in my mind. Even if I do forget, I will never forget these people who have created those great moments. I wish for time to be reversed and let everything go back to day one but it's only a dream that one can dream about. There is nothing much you can do, but to only savor the moments remaining and cherish the ones around you, for as long as it last. Keeping the faith, Marj
11:01 PM
Thursday, October 4, 2007
What makes
Nothing else could beat boredom than studying on Aboriginals and their dream time. Truth to be told, I was already feeling so lassitude from the time I step foot into class. Yes, I had short attention span and my mind was somewhere else, not in lesson, not within the classroom. I was not interested about Dream Time, what Dream Time is all about. It's funny because I still even bothered to read through the whole page as given in the resources. But quickly in a short span, I remembered only bits and pieces of the content. There is this one story which was really unbelievable and seemed like it was mocked up. So there was this 3 sisters who fell in love with this 3 men. Given that in their time and in their culture that love was forbidden, they were not allowed to meet this men. So along came this witch doctor and she turned them into 3 big stones, to protect them from meeting their lovers. Unfortunately, this witch doctor got killed and the 3 sisters remained as the big stones, conjoined together till this day. That was how the 3 conjoined he mountains or stones (if you want to call it) came about. Really funny and this reminded me of the 3 brothers mountain thing over in the US. Any who, it's TGIF tomorrow once again and then the weekends! Happily hoping we'd be able to head home after the high ropes session after class but no, there's still light training before heading home. Well, no complaining and no whining. Just bring the stuff, it's only once in how many months that you do this, so quit nagging, quit being grouchy. k later, Marj
9:51 PM
Monday, October 1, 2007
Well deserved
  Great victory for the Germans over Brazil and the most shocking thing was Marta missing the penalty! Indeed, their keeper Angerer deserved Keeper of the tournament award. I'm glad they managed to retain their title, goody. Lastly, I ♥ THE USA! Keeping the faith, Marj Labels: Women's World Cup 2007
8:59 PM
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