RAEVILLE

Thursday, May 25, 2006

I was suggested to be goalkeeper with Nom for this Saturday's next soccer match. After accidentally leaving little hints of goalkeeper skills in front of the coach on Wednesday morning training, he thought I should give it a go. I accepted. Hey, I wouldn't have to run around the field as much anymore!

Then I realised, there's a huge price I must pay. For not running around the place, spending all my day's energy on the field, I must carry a very heavy burden. Heavier than being a stupid sweeper, which is said to be an important position on the field (last line of defense). I am the gatekeeper. I have to ward off any trespassers. In my case, the ball. I have to protect the goals in order to save my team. In order to keep my team as far away from losing as possible.

I can't take pressure like this. Well, I think I can't. I remember the time I played doubles matches for tennis, and everytime I missed a ball or made a mistake, I'd feel quite bad about it. Goal keeping is different. It's a bigger picture. Bigger field. Bigger space to guard. It's difficult. It's got to be.

I think I'm getting sick. I have a very congested nasal passage and I think it might be a sign of a cold. Or is it flu? I don't know the difference, really. I can just tell that I might be getting sick. I can't afford to get sick! I don't want to! I have sport! I need to breathe through my nose! I want to sleep comfortably! I can't keep breathing through my mouth! My mouth will start drying up like a lake in the middle of Australia (by the way, for your information, 65% of Australia is now in drought!).

I hate getting sick. Remember the time I got chicken pox?!
I swear it wasn't even the pox. It was probably just some pimple infection. *rolls eyes*

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 20:21

about me.

raelene. rae. roro.
eighteen years.
malaysian.
completed her final year of school at st caths, sydney.
is a musician, photographer and aspiring designer.
loves travelling, art, music, great food, clear blue skies, writing and ice-cream.
enjoys drowning in music, strumming random chords on the guitar, playing tennis,
finger-bashing it out on a game console and a bowl of curry laksa.
despises bad traffic, girls with long and fair faces with large contact-lensed eyes, bad food, mascara goop, hard pillows and hard beds.

raeville.

RAEVILLE came about some time in the year of 2001. or 2002. it's been so long that i've forgotten already.
it all started here (i doubt the link works anymore though), in a dodgy little blog page. then it moved to here. a year later, and we moved to better things, namely blogspot.

ps. raeville is best viewed on mozilla firefox. just because it's better :)

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