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methrowrockI wish I had something brilliant&intelligent&wise to say. Something uncharacteristic, something that would make another scratch his chin in renewed wonder, some pretty gem encrusted with the dust of the oft-overlooked. But I don't, and I can't, so where else do we turn to than the capital of whimsical romances, Paris?
Poetry everyday in the streets, how fortunate. I really ought to be studying for SATs/editing proposals/doing homework but instead, I'm eating my heart out of envy for the beautiful life thecherryblossomgirl is living halfway across the world. It is somewhat with the same feeling that I am now confessing my desire to watch the positively-trashy Wild Child. What to do, hang-ups from a childhood fed full with English boarding schools, crisp uniforms, lacrosse sticks and midnight feasts. Malory Towers, St Claire's, ring a bell? Echoes of a life not meant to be lived. Harumph.
Today's training was interesting and different. Sihui and I took our first steps to become a goalkeeper. Then, there was shooting practice too. Both showed what a long way we had to go though. I can't feeling depressed. Maybe what we are doing is not enough. But how much more is enough? I'm not afraid of how long or how bumpy, I'm worried about whether we have enough time to complete the journey even. Or at least, to a level that we are satisfied with. Yes, we are the underdogs, in the truest sense of the word. No funding, no coach, insufficent members, yet we are still trying our darndest to survive. All that is true, yes, but we can't let those facts make us settle for less. We can't be happy with what we have now. Gotta improve more and more & more! All or nothing, make or break. It can't be a half-hearted affair.. The good thing is that we all want it. Together. Maybe there wouldn't be enough time, maybe this, maybe that, but we have to try before we find out at least. Right? I better buck up. Better not let the team down. :/
Poetry everyday in the streets, how fortunate. I really ought to be studying for SATs/editing proposals/doing homework but instead, I'm eating my heart out of envy for the beautiful life thecherryblossomgirl is living halfway across the world. It is somewhat with the same feeling that I am now confessing my desire to watch the positively-trashy Wild Child. What to do, hang-ups from a childhood fed full with English boarding schools, crisp uniforms, lacrosse sticks and midnight feasts. Malory Towers, St Claire's, ring a bell? Echoes of a life not meant to be lived. Harumph.
Today's training was interesting and different. Sihui and I took our first steps to become a goalkeeper. Then, there was shooting practice too. Both showed what a long way we had to go though. I can't feeling depressed. Maybe what we are doing is not enough. But how much more is enough? I'm not afraid of how long or how bumpy, I'm worried about whether we have enough time to complete the journey even. Or at least, to a level that we are satisfied with. Yes, we are the underdogs, in the truest sense of the word. No funding, no coach, insufficent members, yet we are still trying our darndest to survive. All that is true, yes, but we can't let those facts make us settle for less. We can't be happy with what we have now. Gotta improve more and more & more! All or nothing, make or break. It can't be a half-hearted affair.. The good thing is that we all want it. Together. Maybe there wouldn't be enough time, maybe this, maybe that, but we have to try before we find out at least. Right? I better buck up. Better not let the team down. :/
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Date: 2008-11-29 02:42 pm (UTC)woo000