From a staggering 11th place to 5th place, I thought that was a good chase! Button could've been third but it's hard sometimes to have to catch up after you enter the pit stop, provided you stay in the pit stop in the shortest time possible. Usually the one who begins first do not finish first but well, Hamilton had proven it!

Anyway, I thought I'd not hit my usual target when I missed running last week but hey, I clocked 22:14 for a 3.4km run in the extreme humid weather...so pretty much it I guess.

I hope the weather gets better and that this week gets better. I need to start clearing stuff on my plate before it gets overloaded.

Keep Fighting,
Marj

Labels: f1, Jenson Button

Haven't done some proper drawing for as long as I remember. Have always been playing around with typography and arranging them around together with other images.

But well, it brings back the 'fun' and I guess, talent is slowing growing?

Keep Fighting,
Marj

Labels: John Heitinga

I just needed to run, to just release some frustration, I needed some space.

I never believe anyone would walk away with a smile on their face with an injury to hold onto. A person's face would cringe when in pain, from no pain to a pain that is present or when an injury makes it way back. For an athlete to have an injury to hold, is a duty that they would not want to ever do in any part of their life. Let's face it, every athlete holds a fear in getting injured because it only meant that their chances of further participation in their respective sport would be reduced or not be there for weeks/months or that they would have a dimmer chance to be on the playing field/ground, until they fully recover. Depending on the injury, each athlete works hard during the recovery process, hoping to show that they're still worthy of a spot in the team, still worthy of a shot at a medal in any competition. Any set back would always be worrying for the athlete. In no way at all, an athlete would want to be held back on their way to full recovery, or even, get injured in the first place.

I ever do worry whenever the injury bites back. It gets me thinking how often would this happen and for how long would it disappear before striking again. We always hope for the best because in each athlete, everyone wants to get their chance to shine, to show their Coach just how truly deserving they are of getting a place in the team. No one wants to be on the not-selected list or be the d-listed.

I really have plenty to say and I had and still have plenty of thoughts running in my mind, just too many to even list here. As I type right now, the thoughts are overflowing but I can hardly remember what I want to really type in here.

Anyway back on track, it's not that I have given up totally. I pushed myself to the limit and I tried despite what happened. I told myself that I have to complete those obstacles, no matter what, no matter how. I agree it's hard to when you completely run out of oxygen or of steam. But if you do put in the effort to do well, you wouldn't even think that you're out of oxygen. I ever said this - it's hard sometimes but if you don't even try, it gets even harder. To be honest, I did pause at certain moments and I was scared to push further because I felt that I was pushing over the limits.

It's heart warming to have team mates who say that they understand how it feels like to be in your situation as such, to be honest. It's like playing reverse psychology. However, the view/perception is different compared to a player/athlete who has been watching the game from the sidelines. It's just like comparing a pov of a (e.g) consumer who has used dove shampoo for as long as she lived versus a consumer who has only used dove shampoo for about 3 weeks. The long-life fan dove shampoo consumer might say that dove shampoo has done her hair jolly good while the 3 weeks fan dove shampoo consumer would be pessimistic and might still need more time before she could give a comment. You know, I don't really know how to really put this right but this is my take on this.

I've pretty much type what I want to type so .. the entry ends here tonight. It's getting past midnight and I should get some late sleep.

Keep Fighting,
Marj

England to the finals.

Labels: Women's Euro C'ship 2009

There's so much that I want to type about, so much that I want to talk about, so much that I want to really share on but there is always insufficient time to do so. I know I haven't update in a week because I cannot think of what I really want to type about. There are things that I do not type in here because I don't feel comfortable in having so many pairs of unknown public eyes reading or dropping by here. I instead write them down in my little journal book.

I've just been looking back at my journal book and reading off what I've written a year back or two, events that happen, happy moments, anguished moments and the little tiny winy things that I've done that I still laugh and remember about till this day. It cracks me up and keeps me in disbelief reading it. But well, there are some memories that are worth keeping, which is why I write about almost everything in that little book so that I could relieve them in the years down the road.

I know I've always been typing here, typing out chunks of words and sometimes, bits of chunks but hardly or never post any pictures. Pictures of course do say a thousand words but I differ sometimes. Words can say so much more, explain so much more and tell so much more than a picture itself. Sometimes, a picture says only so much.

I know I always have issues even when I speak. Especially when it comes to explaining certain things or expressing myself. I stagger alot in most of my sentence and then end up not knowing how I can fully explain some things that I want to say and so, the sentence hangs in mid air while I think of how I can really explain so that the other party can understand and grasp what I'm trying to bring across. I've always been bad at expressing myself because there is no one word alone that could just present how I feel at most times. It always takes a few words or up to one sentence to represent that feeling. I hate it when I can't find the exact one word to sum it all up because (e.g) when people ask, "Is it frustrated?" I'll reply, "No, it's not..it's more like.....(explaination goes here)." It is hard sometimes. But if the other party can understand where I'm coming from and what I'm trying to say, then I guess...it's all good.

There's so much that I want to say, that I want to share but sometimes, I feel inferior to about just tell anyone or sometimes, friends within the circle. There are some whom I trust and some whom I know I can fully trust in. I hate it the most when people promise not to tell and then the next day you realize that there are like twelve people who knows your inner secrets. It's things like this that makes me think twice if I should even start saying sometimes. At this point of time, allow me to say that I've been using the word 'somtimes' a whole lot in this whole entry, I know.

Another thing that I dislike is when anyone is asked, "List some professional female soccer players." and answers, "Mia Hamm/Brandi Chastain." I mean, is that all? I can easily name off 35 players(on an international level) and without googling:

Carli Lloyd, Briana Scurry, Angela Hucles, Amy Rodriguez, Angie Woznuk, Tiffany Milbret, Shannon Boxx, Marian Dalmy, Hope Solo, Christie Rampone, Kate Markgraf, Abby Wambach, Aya Miyama, Han Duan, Rachel Brown, Karen Carney, Faye White, Kelly Smith, Rachel Yankey, Enio Aluko (sp), Rhian Wilkinson, Christine Sinclair, Kara Lang, Diane Matheson, Erin Mcleod, Camile Abily, Sonia Bompastor, Natasha Kai, Brigit Prinz, Anja Mittag, Megan Rapinoe, Stephaine Cox, Heather O'Reilly, Lindsay Tarpley, Renate Lingor (who recently retired), Nicole Barnhart, Katrina LeBlanc, Alex Scott, Brittany Klein.

It's just about getting to know your own sport's professional players, something not very hard to do.

Well, I guess this is the longest entry I've typed so far and I've pretty much said what I want to say. There's so much more that I want to say but I don't want to keep this entry even longer.

The weekend is here and I look forward to what is to to come in the coming weeks.

Keep Fighting,
Marj