I feel like I should write something.

Something was off, or was I just too paranoid about other people? Maybe there's nothing. Still, I played like my opp was gonna throw a bingo at me every turn so I ended up blocking the board most of the time. Sorry if you didn't like it...

I've been reading others' entries about BAT and that makes me feel embarrassed. You all were playing something fancy and I don't think I knew any of those words. Teach me!!

Most people were awesome as expected. Unlike me, my junior friend in Div D had a bit of hard time with some players whom she defeated. I'm not saying that I'm a damn nice player who can sincerely congratulate everybody who beats me; that doesn't sound right. You are allowed to have some expectations about yourself and your opponents. You can sulk later or whatever you like. But PLEASE keep your grumpiness down to an acceptable level and don't just get up and disappear right after you lose. That would be great.

Congratulations to Jamie Ryan. I played with him once and I knew right then that HE'S GOOOOOOD! And congrats to other satisfied players too! Too bad the tourney lasted only 3 days. I want moreeeee!!

P.S.
If you are interested in going to King's Cup Tournament in Thailand (yes, it is a SOWPODS tourney) or happen to know someone who's interested, DO NOT hesitate to ask if you want to know something besides the official detail (which I haven't seen yet). I can almost 100% assure you that the political ruckus is over. Nobody's gonna go crazy and shut down the airport again, promise!

I knew it would be a bad idea using my first name as ISC Username.
So awkward when some of you congratulated me... I missed a darn lot of things but I was a bit luckier than everyone else in my division.
I didn't know what to say but "thank you."
What was I supposed to do?
I'm just an ordinary player who doesn't take the game seriously.
I did study. Past tense. I have no motivation to read through the Wordbook or whatever I have on the shelf.
Observer (surprisingly, a few of them once in a while) also freaks me out.
I heard them whispering "Oh, how could she possibly miss that word?" or "That word's no good in any dictionary."
Gah, I feel like I need a psych eval, now.


P.S.
I feel weird writing stuff in LJ. I've been writing in my blog way too long and there's nothing wrong with MSN Spaces (at least that's what I think). I'm basically the only person who reads it, but feel free to check it out some time. Of course, I won't write about the tourney since I won't be joining one during the semesters. Just some personal ranting, that's all.

If Jeffrey didn't send me the message to write something down, I wouldn't be here trying to figure out what actually happened to my life in the past month.
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I hadn't played in any tournament for almost a year before NSC... the last tournament was, if I may quote from an entry I stumbled upon, "borderline disastrous." After that calamity was thrown in my face, I never got a chance to play in any tournament again and I blame my underpaying, servitude part-time job for that. School is one thing I don't actually care but money is another story...

Now, I can swear that the thoughts about quitting have run through my mind so many times that I almost uninstalled Wordbitch from my PC. I was so unenthusiastic and so tired of the new words they added. I mean, come on, I don't even know most of the old words. I was tired of my friends (Thai, of course) asking me to play. Hell, no, why do you want to play with me when you know that I know nothing??!! They've been studying the words for (probably) a decade or more while I stopped doing that for years now. The passion, the enthusiasm, all that crap were gone since the day I started living my life here. I used to be the kind of people who don't care if they fail the test but get furious over a baddddd tourney. A stack of word lists were hidden in my desk in the classroom. After the school's over, there was the place that I could go to and play with some friends. None of the above is possible today... so sad.

What made me sign up for this tourney is still unknown. Maybe it was the bio class or the stress I'd been carrying over the summer, I really got no clue. On one hand, I kept thinking about withdrawing myself. On the other hand, I wanted to know what it's like to play in one of the most famous tournaments... I picked the latter (mainly because the hidden reason which is too inappropriate to say here) before I booked a flight to Thailand, just in time when the Brand's King's Cup tournament was about to begin. I went there every single day... not to compete but to chat. Why? What's wrong with that? I was just too lazy to wake up early in the morning and play with someone I don't even want to see their faces! After it ended, I stayed for a few more weeks and then I came back to FL.

I left my house on Friday morning after 48-hour rest at home. Three-hour drive wasn't excruciating like I expected, but playing 7 games a day kinda was. Every game went... I mean whooshed by. I didn't bother writing down anything but the scores and the words (sometimes I forgot the words and sometimes both were forgotten...) I mis-tracked the tiles. All I remember is nothing but the words I missed or didn't play because I was unsure. Nothing exciting went down, really. The clearest memory I have is about dinners after those four days (well, probably not the last day. I remember something about going to Pastamore in Universal Studio with Pakorn, Win, and Jason but I have no idea what I ate or what I said, thanks to the scarily-high-level-of-alcohol Skyy+Jelly!!) Dinner is the greatest relief I could ask for after a freaking tiresome day...

I apologize for the memory lapse (there's really nothing I love to write about more than my mistake, but it's too much to put it down in one night) and I would like to apologize for my confusing English

in case anyone cares.

P.S. bbstenniz's entry about Orlando is too good and too methodical! I'd go over my time every game if I kept track of what I played.