Delayed Posts and a Missing Heart
CTs are over. I don't know how I did... yet. Don't particularly wana know. >.>
Loved the barbecue at Jarrell's house, was a great night. Fun fun fun! WARLOCKS for the win! And it's his bdae today, shoutout to Jarrel! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RESIDENT GOBLIN! Go, zebra! :D
Had some real quality frisbee trainings. I don't know how I can live through these days without the trainings. Selections are tomorrow, and I'm feeling the butterflies already. There's nothing more in the world that I want, to be in the team, to give our time, energy, our life, for the sport, no, the game that we all love. The sweat, the tears (not literally), the blood (yes huiwen, literally), the adrenaline, the euphoria... they make me wanna live and die on the frisbee pitch. If one day they invade the world... take our water, our cows and our women (no offence here! they always want women >.>), but leave us our frisbee disks.
I guess why I really love it is cause frisbee, after all, will always be a game to me. Always a game, never a sport. Because while giving it all, what we want to do is to have fun. Winning is always wonderful, but frisbee loses meaning if we lose sight of why we are all gathered here in the first place. I know frustration will break lose, anger will run free, it happens. But at the end of the day, I know I will always say: That was one hell of a Ultimate game. ... I saw you yesterday. I saw you and I pretended that I didn't. I thought I heard you call out to me, but I convinced myself that I imagined it.
I didn't dare to look into your eyes, for fear of the pounding in my chest. Yet what is there? It can't be my heart, I have given it to you.
Why? Why? Why is it that I am so... obsessed (I shudder to put it that way, yet it's the only word that comes to mind) with you? What is it that makes you a constant feature in my mind, that the least reminder, or none at all at times, will remind me of you? What have you done to deserve such total control over my mind, when it is scarcely your fault, since you have no idea about the place you have in my heart? Why?
I know there's no person in the world I want to be with more. Yet I know that you aren't for me. I know if that I truely loved you, I'd let you go. I can't.
Not now or forever will I ever change you I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit!
My Heroine- Silverstein
Rather unfair representation... It's no fault of yours, but that song is stuck in my mind.
Good night.
Loved the barbecue at Jarrell's house, was a great night. Fun fun fun! WARLOCKS for the win! And it's his bdae today, shoutout to Jarrel! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RESIDENT GOBLIN! Go, zebra! :D
Had some real quality frisbee trainings. I don't know how I can live through these days without the trainings. Selections are tomorrow, and I'm feeling the butterflies already. There's nothing more in the world that I want, to be in the team, to give our time, energy, our life, for the sport, no, the game that we all love. The sweat, the tears (not literally), the blood (yes huiwen, literally), the adrenaline, the euphoria... they make me wanna live and die on the frisbee pitch. If one day they invade the world... take our water, our cows and our women (no offence here! they always want women >.>), but leave us our frisbee disks.
I guess why I really love it is cause frisbee, after all, will always be a game to me. Always a game, never a sport. Because while giving it all, what we want to do is to have fun. Winning is always wonderful, but frisbee loses meaning if we lose sight of why we are all gathered here in the first place. I know frustration will break lose, anger will run free, it happens. But at the end of the day, I know I will always say: That was one hell of a Ultimate game. ... I saw you yesterday. I saw you and I pretended that I didn't. I thought I heard you call out to me, but I convinced myself that I imagined it.
I didn't dare to look into your eyes, for fear of the pounding in my chest. Yet what is there? It can't be my heart, I have given it to you.
Why? Why? Why is it that I am so... obsessed (I shudder to put it that way, yet it's the only word that comes to mind) with you? What is it that makes you a constant feature in my mind, that the least reminder, or none at all at times, will remind me of you? What have you done to deserve such total control over my mind, when it is scarcely your fault, since you have no idea about the place you have in my heart? Why?
I know there's no person in the world I want to be with more. Yet I know that you aren't for me. I know if that I truely loved you, I'd let you go. I can't.
Not now or forever will I ever change you I know that to go on, I'll break you, my habit!
My Heroine- Silverstein
Rather unfair representation... It's no fault of yours, but that song is stuck in my mind.
Good night.