'The Square Root of 3'
Oh damn.
I haven't done anything productive, at least not from my point of view, for the last 2 hours.. unless you count plucking strands of hay-like hair, working. :)
Harold and Kumar was hilarious – especially the Cockmeat Sandwich and The Square Root of 3 Poem bit.
'The Square Root of 3'
I fear that I will always be,
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321,
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds,
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued,
And love for me has been renewed.
I have been dreaming about the trip to HK; the shiny window fronts of every shopping mall calling, my powerless resistance to buy shoes for maybe, the next decade or so, the beautiful sceneries any camera would approve, the glorious food/ orgasmic delicacies … I am already imagining the amount of stuff I will lug back and what my mum, sis and JKN will say when they notice (and they will notice). I will surely cover my tracks by forking out for some presents for them. :p
Tennis will be at its last lesson today. I marvel at how I truly enjoyed the 8 weeks (make that 7 because of a breakup and a no-nonsense 1-time-class-drop-out), practicing to maintain a hard shell of “Tennis-skill”, practicing with a dozen of “Sorry!” apologies, a failed attempt to create an impression that I might be best in class after a “Melissa and the Frying Pan Grip” label (to date I still enjoy calling myself that), winning a Mini Championship, receiving a 2nd nick : Windscreen Wiper, winning 1st runner up! for no apparent talent but I did GOOD!, admiring Sharon’s cute Tennis shoes and rolling eyes at the Coach’s fave lines between, “Josiah, you be captain”, “Josiah, you first.”
... Haha I love it.
A run-through of the things I’ve learnt:
1) Handshake Grip
2) Eastern Forehand
3) Backhand
4) Serving!
5) Volleys
6) Doubles
7) Overhead Smashes
8) Stupid drills
It is proven: Tennis is not the preserve of the ultra-talented or the ultra-rich. (If it were, I would not be here.) But ultra-blessed I am, thank you Jesus. For I know I play a good game because You make me good.
I haven't done anything productive, at least not from my point of view, for the last 2 hours.. unless you count plucking strands of hay-like hair, working. :)
Harold and Kumar was hilarious – especially the Cockmeat Sandwich and The Square Root of 3 Poem bit.
'The Square Root of 3'
I fear that I will always be,
A lonely number like root three
A three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath a vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I'll never see the sun, as 1.7321,
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
Has quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds,
And with a wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued,
And love for me has been renewed.
I have been dreaming about the trip to HK; the shiny window fronts of every shopping mall calling, my powerless resistance to buy shoes for maybe, the next decade or so, the beautiful sceneries any camera would approve, the glorious food/ orgasmic delicacies … I am already imagining the amount of stuff I will lug back and what my mum, sis and JKN will say when they notice (and they will notice). I will surely cover my tracks by forking out for some presents for them. :p
Tennis will be at its last lesson today. I marvel at how I truly enjoyed the 8 weeks (make that 7 because of a breakup and a no-nonsense 1-time-class-drop-out), practicing to maintain a hard shell of “Tennis-skill”, practicing with a dozen of “Sorry!” apologies, a failed attempt to create an impression that I might be best in class after a “Melissa and the Frying Pan Grip” label (to date I still enjoy calling myself that), winning a Mini Championship, receiving a 2nd nick : Windscreen Wiper, winning 1st runner up! for no apparent talent but I did GOOD!, admiring Sharon’s cute Tennis shoes and rolling eyes at the Coach’s fave lines between, “Josiah, you be captain”, “Josiah, you first.”
... Haha I love it.
A run-through of the things I’ve learnt:
1) Handshake Grip
2) Eastern Forehand
3) Backhand
4) Serving!
5) Volleys
6) Doubles
7) Overhead Smashes
8) Stupid drills
It is proven: Tennis is not the preserve of the ultra-talented or the ultra-rich. (If it were, I would not be here.) But ultra-blessed I am, thank you Jesus. For I know I play a good game because You make me good.
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