2005-03
10

Serve the Ball

By xrspook @ 3:40:00 归类于: 烂日记

Thank goodness, though the weather was not so good, yet it didin't rain till now. So I could have my tennis classes. I know my roommate don't like them at all, every of them even want to do nothing with P.E.. Though my father at this part is a idiont, and my mother don't know how to teach me do it, yet from a child, I like sports, no matter what kinds (except 800-metre-race), and want to do my best in each of them. Every of them is my good friend, though in fact, I'm no very good at them.

In my opinion, sports means sports, the reason of have them is very pure, I like it so I do it, or I don't know how to play it so I choose it. It maybe can loose the weight and keep fit, I never care about its benenfit. And sports must bring soaked through wih swear, and will be very tired, I pay no attention at it, if you lose yourself in it, the only thing you can feel just the happiness which come from them. You focus inside so all the outside feeling become unimportant things.

Today, we learned serve the ball. How striking the movement will be if we really do a good job. The match, the first point is stating with "serve the ball". Still remember the charming movement in "Australian Open", all the payers are the sharp point at that moment. The ball of serve by RDK, so perfect!!! It's the combination of power and esthetics.

And the teacher began. Hold the ball and pat in front of you, at the same time, the left foot stand behind the bottom line in 45°,and the right foot behind the left foot, the distant of them is a little wider than the shoulder. The next step is the ball and the pat(the hands hold them) move in a "w"(Maybe that is why the famous come from.), from higher place to lower place and then higher again, and higher than the first time. The ball will automatic in to the sky, and if your skill is good, it will move in a uprightness line, also, if you want the ball become high enough for you to kick it, that must have power within; the hand hold the pat move to behind the back, you must bent the elbow, at the same time, the feet don't move, but your body must keep balance automaticly. The last step is kick the ball, of course, we now don't have match, so we can't use so much power if we want our partner can catch it. The end movement is the pat automatic blow to the left down side if you are a right hand user.

That's all I want to say.

到上面为止就是我星期四的日记,以下的是上课之前郁闷无事可做,乱写的。

选择“建筑美学与欣赏”我也不知道为什么,没有认识的人,将会是我要面对的一个大考验。当然,学习这种东西并不需要随大流,别人爱的并不意味着我喜欢。特别是枯燥无味的文科,还有超级讨厌的“日语”,但理科就意味着要思考,建筑就意味着可能昂贵的书费,但为什么,为什么我就从来没有考虑过,只是顺着自己的爱好行事,应该说只依着自己的一时兴奋冲动和好奇行事,我不知我的任选课程命运会如何,因为写此文的时候正是因为无事可做而再次拿起手上的笔。

自问自己毫无“美学”可言,为什么要选如此一个东西呢?我的这个选课似乎十分离群,起码一个班33个人,只有2个进入这里。当老师问起什么是美?你认为什么东西美?我该如何回答呢?毕竟我只是一个进行正常教育的学生,对音乐,对美术,我始终是一个小白,没有自己的见解,怎么办?

离上课还有15分钟,人已经差不多了,但老师仍不见人影。

已经写了2篇英文,实在不想再写下去了,于是来了点中文。

现在手机的操作系统换成了英文,开始不习惯,因为可恶的motorala如果操作换成英文那么短信中就不存在中文输入。换了已经4天了,型号基本没什么短信。不过不用不知道一用吓一跳,原来有个叫“Smart Input”(智能预测法)的东西很好用,在输入英文的饿石油可以自动分析,单词自动出来了,不用“ABC Input”(ABC输入法)那样狂按还会按错。我傻B啊!那么好用的东西如果不是强逼自己用英文界面还不知道!!!

已经差3分钟上课了,老师还没有来,是不是不用上呢?

上课5分钟了,老师还没有来,正在想网页loading……

最后课还是没上,被通知由第3周开始上……

2005-01
31

Training Day

By xrspook @ 22:57:18 归类于: 烂日记

看库切的文章令我十分郁闷,我不明白他为什么可以这么个人主义和郁闷的。好容易熬完一本《彼德堡大师》想不到这次的《青春》又是这么郁闷。上次那本看得我一头冒水,对那个俄国的巨人我都不知道他是不是那个样子,脑子里的都不知道是什么思想,他这样也可以成为俄国的巨人?然后这次的《青春》号称是库切的自传,但感觉比上次的更为郁闷,一个风华正茂的年轻人怎么可以如此颓废?简直是思想有问题。我看书喜欢放在枕边,睡觉前看。当我看到那个主人公在大英图书馆看书简直想枕在手臂上睡觉的时候我也很想睡觉,闷得无法理解。我看书最喜欢看故事,如果是议论还好(不要谈空话),但如果你在给我灌输颓废的堕落的思想,我就烦得要死,所以我最不喜欢看深奥的哲理书和写抒发感情的书,更不喜欢看教人怎么做人的书。用事例教人不比用概括性的“天书”教人好吗?而且那些书老是故作高深,以为自己怎么怎么了不起。故事其实就是最好的教育方式和最简单的方法。我不喜欢你把所有窍门都告诉我,我也不喜欢连窍门都没有的东西。

今天下午3:00终于到了楼下练网球。看了那么多天的澳网我简直着迷了,现在又没得看真的好失落,只好自己练给自己看。以前我练的一向是对着地放球然后打墙,打一球就把球拿住然后重打。现在我尽量做到可以连打,虽然姿势已经变形,但效果还是有的,原来自己可以回几下,如果打得好顺手,甚至正手可以回5下以上,而且不困难。

但难就难在我的反手实在太臭了。一打就高飞,而且没有收拍,因为我根本没有把拍子舒展地挥出去,只是动了手腕,后拉的姿势是正确的,但一旦接触球后,拍都就直了,然后动手碗,一个错误的动作就此形成。当好容易记住舒展收拍的时候球就高飞了,仿佛只有我姿势不正确的时候才会打出反手的好球。突然间好崇拜Safin,反手重炮,我何时才能不高飞……

同时跑动也是我的致命伤。我根本无法理睬球弹回来的下点,然后在正手收拍后马上追过去,尽管移步不大(移步大就放弃了),根本不会再形成双手握拍准备的姿势,直接拉拍准备第二记正手就好了。因为没有运动,跑了几个就开始心跳加速了,然后想起Hewitt,他到底是人不是,我何时才能如此神勇地追球(最好就不要追了)。

熬了一个小时,开始的时候兴奋,但后来自从手开始累了以后,我就等待着结束的时间。什么地方都没有累的感觉,就是持拍的手累,看着拍子摇晃地挥出去,然后又摇晃地接球,我知道我差不多了,如果再下去,我真怕我会飞拍。

也试了上抛发球,在不用球实验的时候真的果然腰力要运用得很好,而且很容易腰部受伤,试了一个有球的,果然要一点儿跳起,把全身的力量都集中在那么一点,箭一般就不见了,但高度肯定不过网。然后就是捡球,在草丛中找了好久,于是只好发誓我不再发球了,球就出现了(有点邪门)。昨晚仔细研究了JEA在Anita no te rajes第五集的网球片段。首先他的发球为什么会这么难看,原因是首先他的球没抛高抛好,然后导致他没有足够的时间“拉弓(用腰力)”(也许他也没想过要拉弓),然后球显然是下落太低的时候他才打过去的,当然只能很不舒展地挥臂,自然难看,缩着身子打,怎么也不会好看的。然后就是他的回球,他是站到了地线前,发球线后接的,显然接的时候并不是最好的高度,对高度不高(甚至没有网高)的球用削的方法(不是高削),这有当然是100%下网的料子了,其实如果他站后一点情况会好很多的。然后最后还有一个原因,就是Anita no te rajes是喜剧,如果他做得那么好看的话(打个好球)戏就不好笑了,而且网球对打的片段只有1分钟,要在这一分钟内多点好笑,除了不停的下网球还能是什么,难道要2个高手在地线对抽吗?那可不是什么大满贯的决赛啊!所以综上所述,即使JEA在网球方面有多么的不是,只要他在演戏,他就有可能真的在演戏,然后我一切的评论只能针对戏中的Eduardo Contreras。

然后就是今天回家洗手的时候发现左手臂关节的位置,血管的附近又有一片大概5平方厘米的青块,我明明之前没有发现了,只是1小时的网球练习,而且反手的次数不到20,我真的一头冒水。捐血到现在已经是1个星期有多了,我也不明白自己为什么会这样子。

运动的时候没有感觉,事后的恐怖来了,现在右胳膊一块都在酸,这就是我长期懒惰的结果。

2004-12
16

发奋图强

By xrspook @ 10:42:17 归类于: 烂日记

昨天看到丁丁的数学,觉得自己的做法真的好堕落,不懂就抄,看到难的又不算,又是抄,不定积分定积分这东西不算是不行的,于是昨晚我就开始发奋图强,开始计算共有147条积分的积分表。有点“痴线”,简直是发傻,但我也不知道为什么自己有这种冲劲。做了差不多2个小时才做了9题关于ax+b的积分。但却令我好兴奋,好有成功感,别人做题越做越烦恼我却越做越开心。不是因为我有什么大发现,因为什么,我也不知道,也许是一点头绪,知道一点窍门,也会令我兴奋不已,因为平时的我实在太懒了。

对西文我也不知哪里来的冲劲,昨晚到断电时我也在听,今天一大早起来就听,早读也用心去辟出时间(平时常常不顾它,超时间读英语)。今天的化学课更是奇认真,居然可以提出疑问并再次发现老师的多处错误。真怪死,老师居然指出无机与分析化学的课本有2条例题的第一个问是错的,课本竟然有错而不是几处而是很多,也是大问题,这本教科书怎么这样也能出版。

英语的单元是有关feeling的表达的,但老师却硬要逼我们说对“爱情”的看法和感觉,根本没有,怎么说叫我“白日梦”吗?为什么一定是爱情。就是因为这个单元第一课的"The Widow"是有关爱情的?

中午吃饭的时候重重地咬在自己的舌头上,结果到现在说话还是大舌头,怪死了,也疼死了。

下午的网球课是本学期最后一堂,有点舍不得,但又是无可奈何。发觉自己已经爱上了这项运动,虽然上完课会整个人散架,手酸几天。正反手都学了,终于可以打了。尽管反手还是十分基础的阶段。站在底线,很难看地发了球(不是扔高球然后狂抽那种),然后对面的接不了,太大力了,球快要弹到底线。但如果力太小又会下网,郁闷啊!好容易接到对方的球,但马上发现一回球有几乎必然出界,要么就飞到对方不可能回球的地方。(地方有限,一个场站6,7对人)玩是好玩,但捡球比打球还要多。

现在我有很强的做积分表的欲望,又要鼓励自己以下了:
¡xrspook, no te rajes!

2004-12
2

Bad Luck

By xrspook @ 2:08:08 归类于: 烂日记

Can you believe how bad luck I was today? I hurt many times in a day.

At the very beginning, it's not so bad. The chemistry classes I could hear very earnest, because I had finished all the chemistry homework, can you believe it almost cost me "6 or 7 hours"! How I would not know the subject very well. All the things the teacher said I was very clear. I knew what did her mean. For a long time, I knew the chemistry lessons clearly again. It's so great! If I were clear at the very beginning maybe I wouldn't have do my homework so painful.

The English classes were also very happy. The Viewing, Listening& Speaking classes, I was enjoying all the time. Because I had preview very well, and the new words were not very difficult, and the topic was convenient to me. I found the teacher stare at me for several times. The reasons were that I was the only one who answered her questions. Others kept silent, I didn't know whether they knew or not. I could make teacher notice me, that feeling was so good.

The physical pain began in the P.E. classes. Today was tennis test day. The content of the test was one person stood at the half of playground and threw the balls to the other who stood at the bottom line (the person was testing); she must beat the ball to the "good area" at the other side. And she must beat six ball continually, so she would pass, but it didn't mean she had got a good mark, it just show she was up to the minimum standard. My partner was the people who had test in front of me, so I first threw the balls for her. (I must throw 10 balls; the fourth at the beginning were just for practice.)

And when I finished throwing and went back to carry my pat to start my test. I hit at a rotor of a pillar heavily on my leg. It's so painful, because I run again it in a high speed, but I had to start my test. So bad luck I was. In this situation, I started my test. At that time, I felt nothing, maybe I was too enjoying. But the bad luck just started. I couldn't see the bottom line at the other side, because the sun was shining so brightly. And the only thing I remembered was that I beat my ninth ball very far away. I didn't have confident to check my mark. In my opinion, it's so poor. After that I continued my practice. At end of the P.E. classes, the teacher scolded at all of us, he said we could do better, but we didn't, so we must have our test again next week. Although I had pass, I got the second in the 40 people class, despite I must have my test again.

My leg used to be very thick, and "today's hit" made it became much thicker, and a bruise came out, though it was abnormality for me to have a bruise. That's the cost of getting the second place. I have never hurt myself for a long time.

Why me? So bad luck today! Why me! Though I had passed, yet I paid a pain for it, I don't think it's worthy.

2004-11
18

Wait for One More Week

By xrspook @ 3:41:32 归类于: 烂日记

The thing I wanted to happen didn't arise today. It's my most afraid thing-800-metre race. When I heard this new, I almost wanted to scream for too happy and also wanted to die for too disappear. The sword has two sides, the matter had two great effective on me too. In this month, the whole universities in Guangzhou are carrying the honest campaign; do you think my tennis teacher is honest? He committed we would have our 800-metre test this week, and the week before last week he also promised we would have our test in last week. He broke his words twice, how can I believe him the third? Is he not honest? He needs change?

Today, I think my tennis teacher praised me. When I hit the ball, he said some good in the other side to me. And then he came to my side and watched my show for a couple of minutes and asked me "Have you attended the tennis league?" My answer was of course not. So he said "Your movement is all right, until your pat throw in front of you, you take the pat back too fast, you must take back in this way." At the same time, he held my hand and taught me sever times in the right way. I never imagined this chance would shoot at me. At that moment, I realized my hard work got a good result at last. My extra practices let me reach my goal! Thought now I am still not very perfect, yet I get a prize instead of a shout, that means a success. While this kind of success is not my first aid, yet it maybe the first step of my great dream. Life is not easy for any of us; we must work hard everyday. A step can't reach the sky. The ways leading to dream are full of difficulty. ¡xrspook no te rajes! The great success will come to you one day.

In the English classes, we translated Chinese into English. The teacher taught us some skills. At that moment, I knew my English was so poor, the sentences I could translate, but all in a very ugly ways. The sentence has great Chinese feeling, not a native English, also not a normal English. The English has a strong own manner, the manner just myself can confer, also it means it's a wrong one. And from next week, all of us will have to stand on the platform to have our own topic. Topic, topic, topic, I hate it! In high school I met too many that thing. Although this time our content of our presentation is design by us, I don't like it either.

Every other day I write an English daily, is it enough?

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