Day 5

Tuesday. Note-to-self. Wear shoes if possible when playing intense basketball match next time.

Played in a game of 2-v-2 and two games of 3-v-3's. The game took some toll on legs. Right ankle and left knee to be specific. All the twist and turns. Sudden halts. Jumps and lands.

Well, that's how it all came about. So, how did my injuries even started. I should say it started gradually. Since 15, when I started playing basketball everyday, for 4 hours under the searing sun. All those sudden and intense runs, they took their toll on my legs. With extra Frisbee training, it got worse. During my peak, which started around 17 and ended when I was 18, I was able to go game after game. Playing the full 2 hours, running consecutively without even taking a moment to breathe.

It was probably then that I adopted a bad technique of jumping and landing on my left leg first. It must have taken a toll on my heavy and unforgiving weight. My left knee goes weak sometimes when I run or jog, to the extent that I lose the energy to even stand. As for my right ankle, I twisted it on multiple occasions, never sought any professional medical assistance. Thus I'm paying for my own mistakes for not treating it.

And yea. Here I am. =)

~ I used to play as hard as I could, defying my limits, striving for perfection. All these to impress her. My ex. She knows about my injuries and tried to convince me to not push so hard. But I always replied yes but pushed myself even harder the next time. That's because I really liked the fact that she cared, I wanted to stay injured so she'd always be concerned for me. Stupid me. Haha. Dumb and innocent. Well, also the fact that I wanted her to know at least I was able to play basketball with above average standards. ~

Those were the days. =) I'm suffering the consequences. But I wish that she still watches and cares for me.

Day 4

Today, I started thinking about the past of my Frisbee. It all began when the game was introduced when I was 13 during an assembly. The sight of seeing seniors manipulate the disc to do their will amazed me. And I took it up. In the beginning, not many people were interested in playing Frisbee. Only selected few. I can clearly recall me and JD being in the same team, going against other classmates. Dominating every single match. Only two of us were sufficient to wipe out the entire opposition.

Then, it was at the age of 14 that I sought to broaden my skills by joining an interclass competition. There, I met WJ and HX. Two friends whom I recognized that were way ahead of me in terms of throwing the disc. Then there was YS and WH. Two of the best catchers who are willing to dive and sacrifice both body and soul to score a point for the team. Both of them were in the same team. And it was because of both them that their team won with class and style. After being hit hard, I practiced as much as I could. Controlling my backhands well enough to the extent I could pinpoint my throws.

And at 15, I met them again. This time, they were way ahead of me with their forehands. Something that I wasn't able to fully master. Confronting them in another small competition made me even more envious. However, I was happy when I heard that I was invited for a special training every Fridays after school. It was then that I trained with WJ and HX. I got to know my seniors as well. Tons of them. Willy, Cecil, KF. Three who I recognized are awesome Frisbee players. And it was around exam time that HX stopped and MC came in.

When I was 16-17, most of my weekdays involved training Frisbee. Especially Fridays where we played intense games. On every available opportunity, we'd join competitions, events to challenge our limits and see how much more we could improve. I guess it was that time when we really got very very mad. Mistakes were not permitted. As a form of encouragement, we shouted at each other for minor errors. Yes, it was that insane.

However, because of my ex-gf and the after events of the breakup, I stopped Frisbee. Completely. Never touched it. A small part of it is because of YS's death. Which took a toll on all of us Frisbee friends.

Not until I went to Australia to pursue my tertiary education. What initially started off as a feeling of just wanting to throw the disc, I ended up joining the Lunchtime League for Scuba for two semesters, crowned first in my first sem and runners-up in the second. There, I trained with many other stronger players, all of whom I have my utter respect for and hope to be as great as them someday. I'm playing as the main catcher for the team, hoping to impress my teammates just as YS did to me. I will strive for success and will one day surpass YS.

Oh well. I can't say I'm very good. But my path this 7 years have not been easy. The hard work, the intense training. I'm glad I've reached somewhere. =)

But this blog is not only about memories.

I'm enjoying a lot of my time now relaxing back in Malaysia. Playing Frisbee almost on a regular daily basis with Frisbee enthusiasts. My backhand has improved heaps and so did my forehand. Probably due to all the training in Australia. Let's see if I can help them as much as I can.

~ Surprisingly, despite Frisbee being my passion, I have only played it once or twice with my ex-gf. And that saddens me. She told me once that she really liked the game. Too bad. I wished she could still play. Even though both of us have headed our own paths. It's a good game. Heck, I miss her. ~

Day 3

Today, an string of events turned my day bad.

Firstly, let's just say there was suppose to be a reunion dinner going on at 7.30pm. So what I did was, I went for basketball training at 4pm. Planning to arrive back at 6.30pm, taking a shower, preparing myself. After getting ready, my friend messaged me at 7pm. Half an hour before the meeting. She couldn't make it. Another friend as well. So, our reunion with a head count of 5 was voided.

So much for ditching my friend to come back early, only to be denied the chance of rejoicing with my friends once again. And I really feel like saying this now...

The reason one of my friends couldn't make it, was because she had some problems with her current boyfriend. She sent me a msg on facebook, one which I have no intention of replying. Her current relationship with her boyfriend is at a menopausal state. That would be an understatement as well. For their relationship issues occur more frequently. He has broken her heart on multiple occasions. So many that the number of fingers and toes added together may not have even reach half of the actual amount.

At first, I was supportive of their relationship. Asking her to take things lightly and not treat everything like the end of the world. Time after time, after countless arguments, she stuck by him. At the point where I don't even want to know of her problems anymore. And for the past few months, all I ever wanted for them was to break up.

Give it up already. I don't think anyone, not even themselves can see their own future in months time. It's annoying. And because of a quarrel, for god's sake whoever knows what happened, the reunion had to be cancelled. Last minute. Oh well. ><

The only reason that she's still stuck with him, is the possibility of them participating in sexual congress. I'm not gonna speculate anymore on that.

~ Sadly, another reason I went early was so that I could catch a glimpse of her. However, for the entire two and a half hours that I've been there, she didn't appear. Oh well. =)

Some things just aren't meant to be. ~

Day = Hate.

Day 2

Saw her at the park today. Wondered if the rain was doing me a favor or not. Maybe if she'd stayed on, I would have diverted my attention. Would lose my focus and tons of things.

But she's sitting on the swing. With her sister. In her school uniform. That spells trouble. But, that's as far as I will intervene. Well, I'm not even going to do anything. Haha. Not my problem.

Anyways, I was at Amcorp today. The CNY songs were playing throughout the entire time I was there. Annoys the hell out of me. Officially. I hate CNY songs. Why? I lost my Grandpa when I was a year old on the second day of Chinese New Year. And I lost a close friend to leukemia on the first day of CNY three years back. Imagine rushing back from my hometown all the way back to KL, on CNY to attend a funeral of a close friend.

The reason I'm playing Frisbee now is because of him. He was always the catcher in the game. Diving, risking his life for the disc during his prime. Watching him sacrifice so much for the team, I chose to play in his position as well. Training a lot, back here in Malaysia and in Australia.

Anyway, that's too much said. It's about actions and not words only.

~I still have a souvenir from Australia that I wanted to give her. But given the current situation, I'll probably just drop it in her mailbox before I leave. ~

=) Hope she likes it.

Day 1

Today, after jogging about 3km continuously, I could hear a crackling noise on my right ankle. Couldn't run anymore after that. ><>

Evening time, I went to play basketball. This time, my right calf was giving me problems. It became painful at times. And on several occasions making me lose control of my leg.

But none of this matters. Because I realize part of me was searching for you. At the park. Where it all began. My heart races whenever I see you. And it stops beating whenever I don't.

没了你，世界感觉上已经停止旋转了。

我一直望着你家门口。

希望能见到你。

期待着的，是。。。

你那仁慈的脸色。

你那比彩虹灿烂的笑容。

对。彩虹。那不是我们之间的话题吗？

总是觉得没人会真真珍惜它。

至少没你那么认真。

在此希望你会高兴。永远。