Right....to.....the........last..............Breath............

[ This Life ]

7:57 pm

heya! long time again. very tight lah. lotza homework. anyway, I am shuffling time between sch, germ class and softball.. I dunno how cynthia, who is also managing sch, 3rd lang and softball has time to go for Girls Brigade.. If I were her, I would give a big NO to 2nd CCA.. anyway, I kinda enjoy going to RG.. cuz my class is very noisy.. so, there is some life in there...haha.. and something else. in my time table, they had put in that our tamil teacher was mr chan. We were all amused. how could the supposed 'mr chan' teach us tamil? unless he was a chinese who learnt tamil. it was later that we found out that it was actually mr chandra.. aiyah. I know I type in lame things.. I already was a nerd. now I am getting even more nerdy.. gosh..

Sunday, January 25, 2004
Feel so cold

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[ memories ]

This is a really cute baseball poem i came across.
The asst. coaches even read it to us, at their farewell dinner.
[Btw, rightfield is one of the positions played in softball/baseball]

RIGHTFIELD
Willy Welch

Saturday summers when I was a kid
We'd run to the school yard and here's what we did:
We'd pick out the captains; choose up the teams
It was always a measure of my self-esteem
âCause the fastest, the strongest played shortstop and first
The last ones they picked were the worst...
I never needed to ask; it was sealed
I just took up my place in right field

[Chorus]:
Playing right field, it's easy you know
You can be awkward and you can be slow
That's why I'm here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow

Playing right field can be lonely and dull
Little leagues never have lefties that pull
I'd dream of the day they'd hit one my way
They never did but still I would pray
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run
And not lose the ball in the sun
And then I'd awake from this long reverie
And pray that the ball never came out to me
here in....

[Chorus]

Off in the distance the game's draggin' on
There're strikes on the batter, some runners are on
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for
Suddenly everyone's looking at me
My mind has been wandering - what could it be?
They point to the sky and I look up above
And a baseball falls into my glove...

Here in right field
It's important you know
Ya gotta know how to catch
Ya gotta know how to throw
That's why I'm here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow