Right....to.....the........last..............Breath............

[ This Life ]

7:32 pm

ok long time. 3months since i last posted? oh wells.. i guess that explains loads about homework and assignments which i faithfully finish haha. anyway. OH YAH!!! ofs match tomorrow. i am freaking out. can't throw two. you know, for the past few days, we've been seeing alot of matches. the seniors' zonals, and SRCs... man...all those catchers are out there living to de-motivate me. I KNOW IT. i mean...liping, deborah and all other catchers tt i've seen (especially old man. dawn, you know who i mean) they all can throw. ok. may be they've got more experience. but.....its been two years and i can't throw!!! i'm feeling darn depressed. my stupid throw. and then jinghan n dawn were pitching to me at padang yesterday. and so happened that other ppl were pitching/throwing there too. and all the ppl, small, big, male, female, scrawny, huge....all of 'em could throw. i was the only sad soul over there. who coult NOT throw. sad. shoot. ok. tts a long paragraph of me crapping about my stupid cursed throw. tomorrow i am going to make sure i reach 2. i have done it once. i can do it again. moreover, it is a great embarrassment to say that someone who has trained for 2 years, and a little prior experience too, can't throw home to two. shoot. ok. enough of throws. school. have i mentioned hw irritating i find all the tests and assignments? ok. i know its school, and we have to live with it. bu they dun have togive us sooo many at the same time taht we get like 4 hrs of sleep everyday, rite? ok. maybe its my time management. but seriously, after training, all i wanna do when i come back home is slump on the bed. i really have to drag myself to even bathe and do hw. is there time for other stuff. i know i am being such a b*tch by b*tching about all my sch work. but...oh dammit. SRCs go bdiv! ok. they won the fajar match! good game. oh wells, wat can i say! they're a good team! our srcs are coming next week. i keep thinking that there's still alot of time before it comes by. but before you know it, it'll be TOMORROW. haha. anyway. i really hope we can do something; achieve something. oh wells. dawn told me that tami found out from her ny fren that were're grouped with alot of the diff. schools. like tk and crescent. but oh well. if we're new, they're also equally new. so wat if ny has a damn good pitcher? (sorry, to all my ny softball frens) anyway, i dun think the pitching on our side is sooo bad right? hmm... oh well. another thing i'm scared of: missing a ball which the batter swings and misses. oh god. i dunno wat will happen until tomorrow's match. i think i've caught the ball when the batter swung, a few times last year. but things change. wadeva. haiz. i know this is a long post. i also know that i won't post until prolly 3 months later. haha. haiz. *must sell tissue packets* :( going off.

Monday, March 14, 2005
Feel so cold

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[ memories ]

This is a really cute baseball poem i came across.
The asst. coaches even read it to us, at their farewell dinner.
[Btw, rightfield is one of the positions played in softball/baseball]

RIGHTFIELD
Willy Welch

Saturday summers when I was a kid
We'd run to the school yard and here's what we did:
We'd pick out the captains; choose up the teams
It was always a measure of my self-esteem
âCause the fastest, the strongest played shortstop and first
The last ones they picked were the worst...
I never needed to ask; it was sealed
I just took up my place in right field

[Chorus]:
Playing right field, it's easy you know
You can be awkward and you can be slow
That's why I'm here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow

Playing right field can be lonely and dull
Little leagues never have lefties that pull
I'd dream of the day they'd hit one my way
They never did but still I would pray
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run
And not lose the ball in the sun
And then I'd awake from this long reverie
And pray that the ball never came out to me
here in....

[Chorus]

Off in the distance the game's draggin' on
There're strikes on the batter, some runners are on
I don't know the inning, I've forgotten the score
The whole team is yelling and I don't know what for
Suddenly everyone's looking at me
My mind has been wandering - what could it be?
They point to the sky and I look up above
And a baseball falls into my glove...

Here in right field
It's important you know
Ya gotta know how to catch
Ya gotta know how to throw
That's why I'm here in right field
Just watching the dandelions grow