all saints

wednesday and thursday were iconic days for me to say the least.

on the former day, i got what i've been working (and waiting) for all year long. its all i ever wanted and all i wanted to do was shout Hallelujah to the heavens :D

its an inexplicable feeling. the pride of representing your school (and especially one with 13 top 4 positions this sporting year) and getting the jersey meant for school players. in girl cricket, all 24 of us got it (-_-....being the F***ing elitist i am, i would've prefered if only the first team got it..but oh well, thats just me *gives up*)

and on thursday..we were told we were having a friendly against SAJS at Ceylon Sport Club(CSC). that morning, my brother told me that their team had a friendly agaisnt some unknown opponents at the same location. i had a bad feeling already haha...When we got to the CSC, only SAS was there. Turns out, SAJS doesnt even have a cricket team -_-" Lo & behold, i played against him *cue ominous music*.

hell, the day was so coincidental, i ended up bowling against him dammit! my own brother! and even if i say so myself, i think he performed quite well *grin* 2 boundaries(not from my balls though) and perhaps, 10-15 runs. he was playing so well, so much so that the other boys were heckling at his batting partner to retire so that their star batter could go in LOL! and hey whaddya know, i bowled out their star better with a less than stellar throw that made sachin the scab sear like the scar on harry potter's head :P

update on sachin: 4 days on, he's a yellow gunky mess of pus surrounded by a faint ring of pink flesh and scab material. and i'm really not speeding up the recovery process, having bowled a good 7 overs (that=42++ balls) over the past coupla days in the rain.. and anytime he brushes against something..the voldemort-induced pain comes back (excuse the dramatics)

and today. finally.after 8 months of slogging at practice, we had our carnival! or tournament lah (like Diana says..Carnival sounds damn slack) This was anything but slack.

for more details on how the thing worked, please visit www.cricket.org.sg

lets just say we lost. a crucial match. by so close a margin, i wanted to cry/break the cricket bat until all that remained was splinters/throw an expletive-filled tantrum/nick a trophy from the table.if we had won that ONE MATCH, it was a straight trip to the finals.

i only got one boundary and no wickets. first no-wicket dry spell in quite a while :(

but kudos to my lovely team for such great spirit and teamwork and a brilliant comeback (we won our last match by 35 runs *grin*) we had the big hitters and the spot-on bowlers (and i mostly tried to field as best i could cos sachin was being a bitch. but honestly man, what;re the odds that 4 days before the carnival i injure my bowling arm? Karma i tell you, karma) but man..shit happens :( :( :(

i'm to shagged to type very much more..so here come the pictures.

SAJC Team 4:

From L to R: Cinny(captain,ace batsman and bowler..that's why she's capt haha), Diana(vice captain and wicket keeper for the day and my best bud *grin*), Anjax (sachin's best friend. and just fyi, the real sachin tendulkar's wife's name is Anjali *smug look*), Wan Leng (last bowler..which means she was the most impt one), Rachel (ex-softballer..which is equated to ace batsmanism :P), Wenhui (ms.wicket herself..she got one wicket every single match PHWOAR!)

ASS. in bowling order.(pseudo) team huddle..we were just really proud of our jerseys laaaaah

our caps. we were the only team out of the 4 that SA sent that wore caps... hey at least we LOOKED pro (heh) plus the rain/sun didnt get in our way..so there!

atmosphere shot nicked off the SCA site. while watching the Finals match being played out.

the GM announcing the runner up and winner and bleah wtv, i just wanted to kick myself at this point. the disappointment was numbing.

Diana my ackool buddy; post moping in misery. if anything, we got the jerseys..;)

and that's all the girls who took part. one team from BTSS, one from dono where, who called themselves Rasta (what an awesome awesome name) and 4 teams from our camp. and not one of us made it to the finals. how.fucking.TRAGIC. and all because of a bad call by the umpire on my ball which was NOT wide THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

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ok. its over. deal with it.

PS: thank you D and Wan for the lovely post match, post team outing convo :) ya'll made my day