My pet peeve?
Inconsiderate people.

The part of me that I hate most about myself?
My smartness.

There's this thing about ultimate frisbee that drives me in wanting to improve myself and hopefully get an MVP award someday. It really does seem like its the only thing left for me to have a credit in the things that I can actually do. There's also this other part where there is a drive where you would want to perform your best in order to help your team score every single point possible. Even if you feel like you can't contribute much to the team, you wouls even feel like its best for you to sit the point or even game out and let others who were more driven to be on the point. That unwritten rule of teamwork that remains unspoken, yet manages to fill into every individual's heart when they are in the team is remarkable. How is it even possible? Not to mention how intense the game could be, yet being elevated but spirited players on the sidelines cheering on their fellow teammates on the point too!

It does remind me of cheer sometimes. That unmatched level of spirit in the person as well as the team. Though I believe I am absolutely over with cheer as a passion. Yes, it is true that once a cheerleader, will always be a cheerleader. But there will come a point of time where you would just sit and have that calm emotion when you know its not something that you can reach for anymore. It isn't really the kind of disappointed feeling, but more of an acceptance. I feel absolutely pumped to cheer on my friends from the crowd but not so much of the envy that they get to wear those glitzy cheer uniforms and an extremely oversized cheer bow as well as that chance to prance about on that bouncy blue cheer mat. I can be a cheer mom for all you know, but that will be a thing for the future mother me to decide. There are times where I would feel that sense of regret where I should've continued doing certain stuff when I was much younger too. But that too, I caved in to acceptance.

My brain-iness, however is a question to ponder upon still. Am I believing my childhood made believe that I am a brainless child, or am I just too lazy to prove everyone wrong? Though really, I don't get why parents had to lie a complete superficial just so the kids will choose to believe the otherwise..? Blab.

I'm just wasting my time talking to myself, really. At least talking to my blog doesn't seem as manic as talking to myself in person. And really, twitter is seriously too short for me to blab at most of the time.

Melbourne Hat 2013. I finished 13th AGAIN! Out of 31 (or was it 32?) teams this time. What can I say? A-mae-zinnnnnnn! I got really judgemental with everything I did this tournament. That drive to improve is a little crazy. Thank god I did not consume any Red Bull, I'd probably really go crazy otherwise. I love how I get to meet new faces and create that bond just by playing ultimate frisbee. I got to meet so many familiar faces, people whom were in the same team last year, people whom I get to see once in a while through pick ups and other random trainings and the best; new people from other states in Aussie! Hehehe. So much love!

Wheeeeeeeeeee.

Results came back shitty as heck, btw.
Not sure what I can do about it.