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Monday, October 10, 2011
Friday, August 27, 2010
Title.
If I ever crossed your mind, I pronounce myself luckiest man alive. -#FictionMadeBelieve
M: Why are you treating her so coldly? Don't you like her?
E: Well, yeah I do like her.
M: Then why the fuck are you not talking to her so often!?
E: It's not that I don't want to, I'm just afraid.
M: OF WHAT!?
E: Irritating her.
Yeah, conversation went something like that.
M: Why are you treating her so coldly? Don't you like her?
E: Well, yeah I do like her.
M: Then why the fuck are you not talking to her so often!?
E: It's not that I don't want to, I'm just afraid.
M: OF WHAT!?
E: Irritating her.
Yeah, conversation went something like that.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Feelings and thoughts
As I was looking through the pictures, thoughts flooded my mind. Things like, "He could have done that. He should have done that. We could have gotten a better score against them. We will be better next year.".
I wish I could've been a part of it. I know nothing could be changed, but trust me when I say I've been trying to improve.
Everytime I throw, I try to aim it to the person's chest level. I aim for a straight disc to the person, no fancy throws. Spins and spins, I aim for the highest amount of spins I can produce to the flying disc leaving my hand. I'm trying hucks, low releases. I'm gonna improve on my fitness soon. I want to be a part of the next few huge tournaments. I want to prove that I'm good at AT LEAST one thing.
I wish I could've been a part of it. I know nothing could be changed, but trust me when I say I've been trying to improve.
Everytime I throw, I try to aim it to the person's chest level. I aim for a straight disc to the person, no fancy throws. Spins and spins, I aim for the highest amount of spins I can produce to the flying disc leaving my hand. I'm trying hucks, low releases. I'm gonna improve on my fitness soon. I want to be a part of the next few huge tournaments. I want to prove that I'm good at AT LEAST one thing.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I don't understand why my father gets so angsty over such a minor thing.
Alright, I found this little green bird lying by the pavement when I was walking home. I thought it was dead, but it moved it's feathers before I walked away. I dare not touch birds, I'm afraid of their claws. But I couldn't bear to leave it there and let it get burned by the sun to death, or eaten alive by the cats. So I took out some notes from my bag and pushed it onto the papers and brought it to my house's void deck. I called my sister and she rushed back to see it. We couldn't decide what to do with it because it's right eye is already blind. One of it's wing and feet is already broken, so we thought it would just die anytime soon. But we couldn't bear to leave it by the roadside, so we took a carton box from the mini mart and placed it inside. Brought it home and tried feeding it with some water. But it just didn't want to do anything, but lay there. It even lifted it's head to look at me, I was damn elated. But when my parents got home, mom told me to looked up on the net to check for any nearby vets. Told dad about it and he got all angsty and mad and said "Why you so busybody! Bring it home for what! Go vet very expensive you know. Get ready to pay up to 500$ if you want to bring it there! You got!?". I was like wtf?
My dad then brought it down, tried feeding it and the bird got all tensed and flew. Banged the wall and fell down. OUCH? Fucking heart pain. I don't know what to do. Seriously.
The bird is greenish, with a red patch on it's head. My sis said it's a lovebird. I shall name you... Twittor. You remind me of my sister's old pet bird, I hope you will be strong and survive.
Alright, I found this little green bird lying by the pavement when I was walking home. I thought it was dead, but it moved it's feathers before I walked away. I dare not touch birds, I'm afraid of their claws. But I couldn't bear to leave it there and let it get burned by the sun to death, or eaten alive by the cats. So I took out some notes from my bag and pushed it onto the papers and brought it to my house's void deck. I called my sister and she rushed back to see it. We couldn't decide what to do with it because it's right eye is already blind. One of it's wing and feet is already broken, so we thought it would just die anytime soon. But we couldn't bear to leave it by the roadside, so we took a carton box from the mini mart and placed it inside. Brought it home and tried feeding it with some water. But it just didn't want to do anything, but lay there. It even lifted it's head to look at me, I was damn elated. But when my parents got home, mom told me to looked up on the net to check for any nearby vets. Told dad about it and he got all angsty and mad and said "Why you so busybody! Bring it home for what! Go vet very expensive you know. Get ready to pay up to 500$ if you want to bring it there! You got!?". I was like wtf?
My dad then brought it down, tried feeding it and the bird got all tensed and flew. Banged the wall and fell down. OUCH? Fucking heart pain. I don't know what to do. Seriously.
The bird is greenish, with a red patch on it's head. My sis said it's a lovebird. I shall name you... Twittor. You remind me of my sister's old pet bird, I hope you will be strong and survive.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Goodbye
For 2 months.
Before I leave, I'm gonna finish this up.
She was the one I fell for, I hope this feeling won't dry up just yet.
Have totally no faith whatsoever in what I'm doing.
It's too obvious but I hope we can still remain as friends.
Before I leave, I'm gonna finish this up.
She was the one I fell for, I hope this feeling won't dry up just yet.
Have totally no faith whatsoever in what I'm doing.
It's too obvious but I hope we can still remain as friends.
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