Where did my trauma from Volleyball came from??? Is it just an excuse for my lack of talent in sports? Or am I just too "maarte"?

Certainly, I'm weak. But then, I'll be weaker if I use stupid excuses. And if ever I'm "maarte", it has nothing to do with my talents. <*I'm not a stupid girl who acts fragile just to look feminine.*>

ISNHS, a month before the Intramurals
We were practicing for cheering inside the gym. ISNHS is just a public school. We shared the gym with a V-ball team. With all the teams, why did it have to be a V-ball team? A very powerful strike and the ball is out of control. With the squad's backs to the V-ball team, we didn't notice the ball. The ball missed my head by an inch. Two weeks or so later, I got hit by the same f*cking ball, at my back! I was literally out of breath. That was a year and so from now. So why just now did I post my story? And it's not even blog material!

We're having V-ball for P.E. this quarter. Yes, V-ball. I never told my fear to anyone. I did told them I'm afraid of balls - not V-ball specifically. I tried acting naturally. But any secret will someday come to the open...

PSHS-IRC, November 22, '07
We only had one subject in the afternoon, since the other teachers have some business to do. I used the time in re-writing notes and such. The others inside the room are playing V-ball. Once again, I got hit by a V-ball. Why does these happen when I'm not looking? Why does it happen when I can't dodge??? Why did this happen when my trauma's wearing off? Bad memories flood. The terror and embarrasment. Of how I can brandish it out of my nature, I do not know. Maybe I'm not supposed to be near it. I'm cursed for life, I'm sure. Anyway, third time's the charm.

Labels: luck, school, suicidal

I am still young. I have not encountered even half of my life. I have my family, whole and healthy. I am not cursed. I am, as far as I know, normal.

I may have an addiction to books, Harry Potter fan here, but I'm not a bookworm. I may love watching Animé, but I'm not childish. I may love writing, but I'm not good at English... seriously!

The best part of being human is being able to feel. But a blessing may be a curse. Feel happy for one moment, then gloomy for the next.

I have watched and read a lot of drama. And just recently, I wanted to be like God Kira - the justice. I, too, want too create a New World. Erase the crime, and sorrow. Then, Ueki is fighting for Kobasen's and his justice. He fights for his friends. I guess it's like, "to see 'em alive makes me alive." God Kira's justice is somewhat like "eye for an eye"...

Haruhi Suzumiya creates a world she desires without even knowing. If that works in the real world, I would have been rich by now. But see here, if only I have a Death Note, the will to serve others, and the power to makes wishes a reality, I... I... uhhm... I wouldn't be sure what to do!

Books, anime... were they made not only to inform, but to cover up for the things man can't do??? It sucks! There's no such thing as magic. There's no such thing as a Death Note. There's no way these things are for real. And it frustrates me so much that it's not real... I want to be out of this world! Maybe not permanently, but once in a while. I'd like to spend an afternoon with an alien. I want to risk my life for a friend (I just met). Maybe... I don't want to be normal.


Does wanting the DN mean that I'm demonic like Lord Kira? That I'm thinking I am justice? Bwahahaha... <*evil laugh...*>
Does this post show how stupid or childish I am? Does it measure how addicted I am to Animé?

I would love it if this post reaches the heart of an unexpected reader... ching!

Please leave comments, suggestions, or violent reactions. Donations above a thousand pesos will do, too.

Labels: #life, #list, %english, `fandom, `me

Where did my trauma from Volleyball came from??? Is it just an excuse for my lack of talent in sports? Or am I just too "maarte"?

Certainly, I'm weak. But then, I'll be weaker if I use stupid excuses. And if ever I'm "maarte", it has nothing to do with my talents. <*I'm not a stupid girl who acts fragile just to look feminine.*>

ISNHS, a month before the Intramurals
We were practicing for cheering inside the gym. ISNHS is just a public school. We shared the gym with a V-ball team. With all the teams, why did it have to be a V-ball team? A very powerful strike and the ball is out of control. With the squad's backs to the V-ball team, we didn't notice the ball. The ball missed my head by an inch. Two weeks or so later, I got hit by the same f*cking ball, at my back! I was literally out of breath. That was a year and so from now. So why just now did I post my story? And it's not even blog material!

We're having V-ball for P.E. this quarter. Yes, V-ball. I never told my fear to anyone. I did told them I'm afraid of balls - not V-ball specifically. I tried acting naturally. But any secret will someday come to the open...

PSHS-IRC, November 22, '07
We only had one subject in the afternoon, since the other teachers have some business to do. I used the time in re-writing notes and such. The others inside the room are playing V-ball. Once again, I got hit by a V-ball. Why does these happen when I'm not looking? Why does it happen when I can't dodge??? Why did this happen when my trauma's wearing off? Bad memories flood. The terror and embarrasment. Of how I can brandish it out of my nature, I do not know. Maybe I'm not supposed to be near it. I'm cursed for life, I'm sure. Anyway, third time's the charm.

Labels: luck, school, suicidal

 

I am still young. I have not encountered even half of my life. I have my family, whole and healthy. I am not cursed. I am, as far as I know, normal.

I may have an addiction to books, Harry Potter fan here, but I'm not a bookworm. I may love watching Animé, but I'm not childish. I may love writing, but I'm not good at English... seriously!

The best part of being human is being able to feel. But a blessing may be a curse. Feel happy for one moment, then gloomy for the next.

I have watched and read a lot of drama. And just recently, I wanted to be like God Kira - the justice. I, too, want too create a New World. Erase the crime, and sorrow. Then, Ueki is fighting for Kobasen's and his justice. He fights for his friends. I guess it's like, "to see 'em alive makes me alive." God Kira's justice is somewhat like "eye for an eye"...

Haruhi Suzumiya creates a world she desires without even knowing. If that works in the real world, I would have been rich by now. But see here, if only I have a Death Note, the will to serve others, and the power to makes wishes a reality, I... I... uhhm... I wouldn't be sure what to do!

Books, anime... were they made not only to inform, but to cover up for the things man can't do??? It sucks! There's no such thing as magic. There's no such thing as a Death Note. There's no way these things are for real. And it frustrates me so much that it's not real... I want to be out of this world! Maybe not permanently, but once in a while. I'd like to spend an afternoon with an alien. I want to risk my life for a friend (I just met). Maybe... I don't want to be normal.


Does wanting the DN mean that I'm demonic like Lord Kira? That I'm thinking I am justice? Bwahahaha... <*evil laugh...*>
Does this post show how stupid or childish I am? Does it measure how addicted I am to Animé?

I would love it if this post reaches the heart of an unexpected reader... ching!

Please leave comments, suggestions, or violent reactions. Donations above a thousand pesos will do, too.

Labels: #life, #list, %english, `fandom, `me