I’m now a member of the best table tennis club in Canada. The facilities are amazing, with excellent lighting, top notch tables, competition quality balls, and tons of room. The U‑21 Canadian national team trains there, and I’m currently in a group of recreational players, such as the national team coaches, umpires, and past competitors. The lighting is so good that I can play for three hours and not have tired eyes. I can actually effectively counter-drive now with the amount of space available for maneuverability, which is generally the best part of my game as long as I can move far away enough from the table. After practices I’m left ravenously hungry, and generally sore all over.
Monthly Archives: October 2003
Not Bilingual Enough
Well, I ended up passing my bilingual test with an A, but a B was necessary for the job. The grading scale is backwards (that’s the Canadian government for you), so an E exemption is higher than a C is higher than a B is higher than an A is higher than an X fail. At least I now know that I’m officially bilingual, just not bilingual enough for most government positions.
Gradient
Ever since I got my iPod, I’ve been a playlist listener, as opposed to an album listener like Nick. I had 10 main playlists, and each one would be for a different genre or mood, although I listened to my mood ones much more often, such as my bittersweet mix or angry mix. Now I’m find my moderate number of playlists to be insufficient. Often, when I step out into the intemperate sky which has been so dominant lately, I won’t be able to find an appropriate playlist. Nothing matches my moods now.
I think that my moods and emotions have become more subtle and diverse in the last year. It’s been harder to put my finger on how I’m feeling, because nothing is as base as a simple “sad” or “angry” anymore. I find that the flavours of my feelings have become more intricate and connected, not only because of simultaneous highs and lows, but also because of a greater application of dual-sidedness.
Sometimes it feels as if my emotions have evened out, that there is less range to the ups and downs. I’ve learned a great deal from the interesting set of situations I’ve been placed in over the last two years. This, combined with my zealousness for self-improvement, has allowed me to become a little stronger and a little wiser. Perhaps, in time, everything will even out. I’m just not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Because I’d probably cease to learn.
Waiting To Find Out, And Idiot Comments
This is delicious.
So I know this guy, who’s marrying this girl, who he met just over half a year ago. They live in different countries, so he’s moving in with her and her parents. There has been a lot of talk going on about this, whether this is a good decision, bad decision, or whatnot.
Out of all the facts and conclusions reached, I have to admit that I have no idea whether or not this will work out. Love is a funny thing, and things could go either way. The important matter is, however, the risk involved, in terms of dropping school, a job, friends, etc. in order to be with this person. I think that if he believes that the risk is worth it, then he should. I’ve never really protected people from being hurt or making mistakes, because I find that pain and mistakes are often the best teachers, and that learning is the highest form of living. Generally the only time that I’ll step in is if there is permanent damage, such as a criminal record. If I actually had any say though, I’d suggest that he waits at least another year before making a decision like this. After all, if he was meant to be with this person, what’s the difference of a year or two? Sure it may be terrible to be apart, but in the future there’s plenty of time, especially if he already “knows” that he’ll be with this person forever. The confounding thing about this situation though, is that he understands all these points, believes that this is a stupid decision, and is still going through with it. Any respect I had for his decision is completely gone.
As for Litterbox Jen, I’m sick of all the fucking trite, sequacious comments people are leaving on her entries. It seems like people just say shit to get attention, especially when trying to make her feel better. When someone gives a generic compliment, or shows some sort of false, almost boastful over-protectiveness, it just ends up being completely meaningless. It doesn’t deal with any sort of issue whatsoever, and to me, ends up demeaning any other comments that are made. I mean, someone comments with some “strong” opinions on the addition of sponsors, and ends up sounding like a fucking tool with his exaggerated compliments and god fucking awful pretentious morals. “you’re better than that”, jesus fucking christ.
The New Stiga Prestige WRB
My Stiga Prestige WRB paddle arrived, and I had the first chance to use it today. The rubbers are the 2.0mm Triumph series, and the grip is concave. The thing about the WRB system is that the handle is hollowed out so that the centre of gravity of the paddle shifts closer to the top, giving it more power but less weight at the same time, which makes it a great offensive but adaptable paddle.
Actually trying it out today was amazing though. I had way better control of the ball than before, and the light weight really helped in speed rally situations. The handle gives great feel, since each hit strikingly reverberates through the entire hollowed part, and the rubbers are fucking great in speed. Oddly enough, spin is the weakest part of my game, but the rubbers have a good spin rating too, so I’ve been working on my underspin for defense situations.
