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rueful, but i dont seem to have any choice but to turn into a female demon equivalent on tuesday, wednesday, and friday mornings.
*_* i see tussles with people whom i love, unpleasant confrontations and hurt feelings already, all on the horizon. you can be sure i'm not looking forward to those.
but we're so weak; mentally, physically, stickwork wise, that it gives me frissons. i've tried to give up on using brute force to help push the team in shape, but since the soft approach doesnt bring forth results, i wont hold back now.
NJfloorball, you know i love you girls, so it's okay even if you all dont understand now. =<
覚悟はしておいたのさ。
have very interesting purple contusion marks all over me, all floorball shaped complete with cuts for each hole on the ball. honestly i wouldnt mind more, because it would have meant i had blocked more shots. this is on top of an ailing ankle and very very tired thigh muscles. have returned to the keeper position for 2 weeks already. and sometimes, esp during certain drills (am convinced that certain drills are designed to kill the keeper. imagine the faking-past-the-keeper drill, it's like a penalty shot during which the player can pull back the ball and basically screw the keeper in any way she likes), i feel like i'm some retard rolling around in the dirt on the floor on her knees in desperation, trying to best someone who can run circles around me and who could whack the ball into the goal faster than i can throw it out.
and yes, again having to deal with the blow that somes with every time i hear the ball come into contact with the net behind. and having to dig out the ball from the net after the failure.
have to make up for lack of talent and size with hard work and sacrifice.
waner dear, you can do it ;D
dear God, please give me strength and hold back my tears.
one team, one dream; one heart, one soul # <3 you
*_* i see tussles with people whom i love, unpleasant confrontations and hurt feelings already, all on the horizon. you can be sure i'm not looking forward to those.
but we're so weak; mentally, physically, stickwork wise, that it gives me frissons. i've tried to give up on using brute force to help push the team in shape, but since the soft approach doesnt bring forth results, i wont hold back now.
NJfloorball, you know i love you girls, so it's okay even if you all dont understand now. =<
覚悟はしておいたのさ。
have very interesting purple contusion marks all over me, all floorball shaped complete with cuts for each hole on the ball. honestly i wouldnt mind more, because it would have meant i had blocked more shots. this is on top of an ailing ankle and very very tired thigh muscles. have returned to the keeper position for 2 weeks already. and sometimes, esp during certain drills (am convinced that certain drills are designed to kill the keeper. imagine the faking-past-the-keeper drill, it's like a penalty shot during which the player can pull back the ball and basically screw the keeper in any way she likes), i feel like i'm some retard rolling around in the dirt on the floor on her knees in desperation, trying to best someone who can run circles around me and who could whack the ball into the goal faster than i can throw it out.
and yes, again having to deal with the blow that somes with every time i hear the ball come into contact with the net behind. and having to dig out the ball from the net after the failure.
have to make up for lack of talent and size with hard work and sacrifice.
waner dear, you can do it ;D
dear God, please give me strength and hold back my tears.
one team, one dream; one heart, one soul # <3 you
