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Friday, June 13, 2008

this is the song i hum whenever shit happens =p random but it's a really nice song!

Fields of Gold
by Sting

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
Well forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in the fields of gold
We'll walk in the fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

honestly ppl, for all my talk that 'anything can happen', i didn't dare believe it until the past two days. the turning point came when we were halfway through the 1k heats - while the 2 acsi pairs were charging ahead, i looked right expecting to see hci creeping up on us and instead saw nobody at all - it was like 'hey! we're actually going to qualify!' even after that, after the semis which we thought we got owned in, getting into a final, even the C final, came as another a shock to us.

so it's true guys, anything at all can happen between the sound of the horn and crossing the line, and that anything includes winning. you know that pause between 'start within 10 secs' and the horn? it's pregnant with possibility =D

well the medal didn't come our way, but we can understand why - it's like how jiaolian said that how we raced pretty much reflected how we normally did during training. we know our weaknesses, and we have plans to correct them =p

that said, well done everyone =D marcus especially, for his epic k1 final in the driving rain.

all the way guys!

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Sunday, July 15, 2007

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

by Rudyard Kipling

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Monday, April 2, 2007

second day
http://reiterating.livejournal.com/54697.html#cutid1

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Sunday, April 1, 2007

njcc day one photos are up!
http://reiterating.livejournal.com/54359.html#cutid1

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Thursday, March 15, 2007

hey sorry i wasn't at training today guys, coughed up blood in the morning so mother forced me back into bed =( hope it was a good training haha

anyway i was surfing around, found this fountain of inspiration
http://www.ignatiuscrew.com/sicontent/siquotes.asp
(most of it is on sculling but i guess it's all the same)

"The memories of a person in old age are the responsibility of that person in youth."

"In the early months of training you're thinking 'What the hell is all this for?' Because the race is so far off. There's so much tedium and discipline and brutal effort to hammer through. You have to resist the subconsious desire to put an end to all this self-inflicted hardship. But as the days pass and you feel yourself getting stronger, you begin to live for the next day. You punish yourself if with a will in training, because you know you're facing a race that will suspend your life. Somewhere in the race, you will find out what it is you've been working for. And your asking big questions of your body, and when the right answers are coming back, it's a feeling you know you will never forget."

"As I stood in the booth chatting to people, it occurred to me that besides good racing, the Crew Classic provided an ideal setting for the brotherhood of rowing. The brotherhood connects real rowing people. Teammates who haven't visited in years came together, and so do former opponents who once battled like mortal enemies. Suddenly they discovered they have much more in common. Long live the brotherhood of rowing."

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