In which Choon truncates his post prematurely. And is le tired. Again.Monday, July 21, 2008
at 9:34 PM;
It's been decided.
Blogging days are officially now on training days. For frisbee, that is. Anyway, it
gives me more random fillers to fill up my stupid posts with is a good way of reflection after every session. So it's set. Blogging days are now Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Fridays and Sundays if I'm not too tired. I'll try to post more as I get the inspiration
which is practically never, though.
Training sucked today. Really.
Really.
I don't think I'm one to talk. The players in team should speak for themselves, but I think I am accurate in saying that everyone got pissed during training today. Well. Nearly everyone.
You know, it's times like these I really thank God that I didn't make team. Everyone's just so caught up with winning and winning and the stupid bloody gold, that they've forgotten the other people around them, the team spirit, and most importantly their teammates.
I came back just now from a mild emo session with Zhang Kai, Lee Qi and Huiwen, with some questions answered, but many more waiting. I don't want to name names at this point to prevent dissention, but I'm just wondering, why put people on team if you're not gonna pass to them? Frisbee is a team game. And whatever you say, the team isn't made up of two or three people, and it's definitely not carried by one.
I'd take chemistry over skill any day. It's only when the team knows each other, when there is mutual understanding amongst its component players, that everyone can improve together. Otherwise, if it's just a bunch of individually skilled players lumped together (as it is now, in my opinion), there's no bonding, and without bonding, people are just gonna pass to the one or two they trust, everyone's going to improve at very different rates, and this disparity results in even more discrimination and at the end of the day, everyone gets pissed.
Like today.
I mean, come on, is the gold really worth that much? Do we want to say at the end of the day that "I slogged my guts out and got first place", or do we want to say, that at the end of the day, we did our best, had fun together, and that's enough?
Do we just want to remember frisbee as a team sport played with a flying disc over a span of 70 yards, as the CCA we were in in RJC?
I don't know about you, but I want to remember frisbee as poetry in motion, as self, as others, as all of these, and more.
Bah. Frankly, I don't think anyone will actually find lasting happiness if we do get the gold like this. They'll be like, yay, we got it, whee. For maybe a month or so. See if anyone actually cares much after then.
But since there's nothing you can do about it, to all the frisbee people, in case you don't get the gold, relax. Failure is normal. I think.
Enough about unidentified flying objects.
I went to watch The Dark Knight. It was awesome. 'Nuff said. Go watch. Again. And again.
Choon is too tired to actually finish this blog post.
He shall go sleep. He might just find the willpower promises to blog tomorrow
Just one poem, to get you guys thinking.
pharisee
really, it's
no skin off your back;
not when
you're giving your soul,
at any rate.
week
after week
after week
we sit to motivational
speeches in
cushioned seats; a veritable bed
of roses
without thorns,
or so we think.
Christ is our solid rock;
we shall not be moved,
not even
to do His work;
we fatten ourselves
in the day of slaughter,
and affluence
without purpose
chains us
from within.
a boy
gave his five small loaves
and two small fishes.
we do the same;
keeping the rest
of the storehouse
for ourselves.
a church
rich in possessions
but poor in souls.
we fill but a fraction
of the space;
the glass
is, undeniably,
half empty.
let's pray, then
we'll dismiss
and end our time
in God's house
right on schedule.
and with every
head bowed,
every eye closed
not in prayer
but in sleep
Lord stay with us,
as we part
from Your ways
through the rest
of this
routine
week.
the rest is silence;
