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. ~