I have trouble controlling myself when it comes to sports. I absolutely love the rush that comes with winning, the realization that comes with losing, the wind in my face, the burn in my lungs telling me it's time to give up, and the ability to shout without being judged.

The under 19 frisbee hat on Saturday was my fifth competition this year, and is definitely up there with msss in terms of fun and realization. I've made a ridiculous amount of new friends within the frisbee community, all of them being amazing people without the cocky attitudes you would expect from people who do what they do so well.

I've become slightly better at seeing spaces and comprehending defense &offence in a contact sport. Volleyball is my one true love, but it being a non contact sport means that I came into the world of frisbee not knowing how to defend or guard spaces and whatnot. At least I'm a teeny weeny bit more aware of my surroundings during a game now :p

I've also realized that I look like a troll in pictures. But that's irrelevant.

As I think back and reminisce all the amazing memories I have made during the various competitions I have joined this year, I realize that my journey as a high school sportsperson is well, almost over. After sports day, I will be under house arrest until spm - whether I like it or not, and will be forced to study until words start spewing out of my ears. Not the most uplifting of thoughts to have, really.

Even so, I have definitely been an extremely blessed person to have been able to experience so much during my high school years. Who knows what would become of me now if I just let myself give in to the sin of sloth. I'd definitely be a completely different person.

Regrets? Maybe I could have started all of this earlier. In primary school, or even lower secondary. I feel like I spent the first 14 years wasting all my free time watching tv or eating. The younger me didn't want to go to an uncomfortable place with unknown people. Really, I was such an introvert.

And there's always this little voice inside my head saying I could have been better if I had a headstart, but what's done is done and I can only change what happens after this.

But it was never too late to start. :)

Now, I know that I can graduate in a few short months with memories I can carry with me forever. I know that my school was not a hellhole, but rather a facility I used to its full potential. You could almost say I lived at school ad drowned myself in club work some days, but at the end of the day, those long hours in pn fari's office typing out name lists and booking flight tickets have become extremely fond memories which I will cherish, forever. Finishing first in a race, looking up at the sky at night, watching the stars while lying down on the beach, climbing mountains, training 3 times a day for 10 days and playing dodgeball in Cameron highlands under the rain. Priceless.


Maybe, just maybe, I've made up for my lack of activities during my earlier years by participating in the maximum amount of activities in my upper secondary years while still maintaining my sanity. ;)


My god I feel old.