Hiya,
So for englsih we had to write wedding vows. For Romeo and Juliet of course ^^ Anyways, our teacher had faith in us that we could pull our or romanticism XD Bah, so here was my attempt at seeking my romantic-ness and Shakespearean :D Hope it's not too cheesy for you guys!
O Romeo,
Thine eyes shine as bright as the destined stars under which we exchanged our first vows.
Thou art but the one I am able to love,
Thou art but the one I should love,
Thou art but the one I could love.
O Romeo,
Thine heart is as sweet of the most beateous flower and as pure as the purest bar of gold.
May death do us apart,
May our past ne'er interfere,
May thou find ut joy by my side.
O Romeo It is but a dream to be here today,
To be here by your side, for now and for always.
So as I stand here on this present day,
Hold me hands for now until always,
O my Romeo...
OKAY, I just noticed that most of it was regular english. FAIL. Anyways, hope that gave you a good laugh at my romantic skills :)
-pat
Overwhelmed D:
Hiya,
(Rant warning)
Oh my has school changed since the beginning of the year. It's all projects hwk projects hwk.. and umm projects D: And don't but it's school, you expect to get work non? NO THIS IS RIDICULOUS. Damn IB. I miss one day of school and I'm completely lost like UGH!
English: Projects + essay.... We're finishing that this weekend.
History: Huge Test @_@ Doesn't help that I dont know anything either... gah. Why are politics so complicated! D:
Math: Revision, homework, revision and it alternates (BLEH)
Music: Got to learn clocks on flute and focus on end of month evaluation. (I feel bad for people that have visual arts.. it's even worst!)
GAH :) I was sick today.. and guess what I did. 2hrs of history revision. And the ad part is I only managed to do half. I'd like to think of myself as a moderate pace worker.. but ten questions in 2hrs?! Apparently our test has 8 questions. Oh I smile at the thought of development questions.
A very tired and dead,
-pat
Hiya: Update
Hey :)
What's up world? I haven't had much time to blog, take photos, or even THINK of photos lately. Totally sucks. School is like a vaccum.. no a black hole! It just sucks all your time, and everything else! (And grades suck too XD)
Let's see I have to:
- Write an essay about romeo and juliet (UGH!) Damn you love at first sight.
- Make a Romeo and Juliet video (modernizing it)
- My history revision
- Study for history :P
BUT I managed to finish my math homework early and our group finished history :D So that's always good ^^
Nonetheless, some updates of what's going on lately. I got a job! (claps). I now work as assistant coach! And WOW, it's hard D: Being a coach is very hard! It requires a lot of focus and quick thinking. But nonetheless, I think it's a very good experience :) I'll get to learn new stuff and be with my team mates at the same time. It's great! (and my eyes burn from the chlorine and my legs go numb sometimes XD)
I think that's all for now :) Pretty big news right? Best of luck for you guys! ^_^
- pat
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!
HAI,
I got a second explore! WAHHH, I'm so proud! :3 This is really cool! A second one :D I wonder if people who get one on all their photos still freak out at every explore... Hmmm, must be so cool to have all your photos make explore :P
Anyways, this is the picture that made explore :D
This is awesome.... :3
-pat
Damn it
Hey,
Remember that english essay? Turns out there's more mistakes then words can describe and I just totally blew the whole thing. The thing that sucks the most is that I really thought I did good! But instead i Just blew it. UGH. Stupid grades! Why do they mean so much? Why is it so important to get good grades. Why am I really devastated by this grade! D:
This totally sucks! I guess the reason why I'm upset is due to teh fact that I really put alot of effort in that text.. only to get a mediocre mark back. GAHHH. So mad right now. Just ugh! =.=
Why do I let these numbers control my life as jason laucker would have said.
=.=
-pat
I FEEL GREAT.
Hey there,
I thought it'd be nice to share a story I wrote in 9th grade. It's a short story of course, but it just means alot personally and well I don't know, I'm still quite proud of it though :D Hope you enjoy it whether you're a swimmer or not! ^o^
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“Swimming, from the outside you won't get it, from the inside, you just can't explain it”
-Anonymous
What a warm-up! Grabbed by the ankles, slapped in the face, swum on top of, violated and scratched, I think this could be a new record! Still rubbing my cheek where I was hit, I made my way to the marshaling table where a huge crowd was overwhelming the card-handler. I climbed over a couple people using their heads as leverage. I then spotted my card.
While walking to the benches, I tripped on a pull buoy that was lying around. What a way to start a day... I sat down, it was still a long wait before my turn. I closed my eyes, I could feel my heart beat getting louder and harder, my stomach was turned upside down, my fingers trembled, my breathing was deep and frantic and my mind trying to figure out what in the world my coach lectured me. All I remembered was BLAH BLAH BLAH. Not good.
My turn to swim was coming soon, I walked to the next row where I uncomfortably sat down on the hard, cold, wet chair. AH! Who had the idea to force swimmers into 8 year old-size bathing suits?! It felt like my legs were sealed in vacuum-packed tubes. While attempting to let my legs breath in agony, the guy beside me asked:
So, how do you feel?
I feel great... I replied although my legs were still fidgeting and my voice got a tad high when I said that. It was what my coach always told me to say.
“I don't care if you can barely walk because of last night's dryland, or if your arms feel rock-solid. It might be 5:30 am and you still have to swim. Swimmers work harder than any other sport runs, longer than any who skate around on ice, better than anyone who flings a bat in the air. So, I expect you to be in that water practicing with a gigantic grin on your face, and when I ask you how do you feel? You say... I feel great!”
I always wondered if my coach was truly evil. She was the kind of person who you love to hate, the kind of person who is nice but scares the crap out of you.
This lady in a funny fluorescent construction worker vest signaled us to move behind the blocks. It was game time. I looked at my crumpled card, I forgot I was holding it. I find it weird how it always managed to get ripped, crumpled, and wet. I gave my half-torn card to the official, he didn't seem to happy about that fact...
I stared blankly at the lane. I had to concentrate. I had to get my spastic muscles to relax. I started moving my arms in a wind-mill motion. Suddenly, I hit a woman's hand that was carrying a pack of marshaling cards. Pieces of paper went flying everywhere and landed on the very wet pool deck. Not good. This wasn't my day.
TWEET! That was my queue to climb on the block. I slapped my thighs to make sure they were awake, a traditional ritual all swimmers do. I grabbed the edge of the block and curled my toes around it.
“At your marks, *electronic beep*” I dived in a good two seconds after everyone, I could just picture my coach glaring at me... just keep swimming. As I entered the water, I could feel the cold water on my face and the world just disappearing. It was like I was alone, just me in the water, I treasured the feeling of a dive. A loud smack followed my dive, my stomach was officially in a great deal of pain. I pushed the pain away, the water ripped off my goggles, but it didn't matter. Race the clock, surpass your limits, I was here to win. As I came close to the surface for my first stroke I thought of all the things I've trained so hard for.
Stroke, stroke, stroke, I was approaching the wall for my first flip turn. I took my last breath and did on last stroke. Upside down and around, I pushed of the wall. I did a couple dolphin kicks, my lungs pleading for a breath. I broke the surface. I kicked harder, I pulled faster. Every stroke was not taken for granted, every breath was like a present. I finally got to the wall, only two more lengths of torture I told myself. It felt like my lungs were going to burst. I forced that feeling aside. The chlorine was burning my eyes, the air became more and more hard to breath. I needed to breath, I needed to see, I needed the pain to go away.
I gave my all on the last length and touched the wall. It was over. Or was it? Catching my breath, I looked up to see the horror. Sure, I had come first...for one simple reason. I was swimming the wrong stroke. I had been so blinded by the burning chlorine in my eyes, I didn't notice everyone was swimming a different event let alone a whole different stroke!
How could I have made such a huge mistake? But what preoccupied me most was: What will my coach say? Speaking of coach, I looked over to where she was standing. She didn't look overjoyed. In fact, I could see her mouthing me her thoughts. If I was closer, she probably would have thrown something at me.
I struggled to climb out of the pool. I was dead; literally. What a great day! Waking up a 6am to get to the pool in time, getting absolutely battered and violated during warm-up, tripping on a pull buoy, wearing a skin-tight swim suit, getting muscle spasms before a race, losing my goggles, having a huge red mark on my stomach, and better yet, having my coach screaming at me in the early morning. But you know what? I feel great...
~pat
What does it mean to be a swimmer?
Hiya,
I had a different swimming blog before, but I think I should just write on this one, it is my part of my life anyways.. So I'll be importing the post I really like ^_^
Enjoy! :D
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Some people say swimming isn't a sport. Micheal Phelps proved that wrong. Some people now wonder what it means to be a swimmer... so what does it mean?
Being a swimmer means working hard to achieve what you want. Ignoring the people that say you'll never be what you aim to be and constantly pushing your limits. Working yourself to the bone so you can get that gratifying feeling at the end of each workout.
It's knowing that every stroke you take, takes you a step closer to what you truly want to become. Every flipturn can turn your world upside down. Every breath is a present you give yourself.
Being a swimmer means waking up early when everyone is sound asleep to dive in a pool to do what you do best. To swim in whichever conditions may present you in the best way you can.
It's trusting yourself and your coach to mold yourself into a better swimmer.
Being a swimmer is knowing that there is no such thing as limits. What you set your mind to do is what you can do. We've all learn from Phelps that impossible is nothing. Achieving your dream and goals can always and will be in arms reach if you set your mind that way. You can always go a little further.
It means to aim for excellence on good days, on bad days, on all your days. It's to focus on aiming for the best.
It's coming to the pool on a bad day and having your teammates cheer you up and make you forget. It's having you plow your anger out in the water and release that tension. Dump all your emotions in the water and leave practice fresh like a new slate.
Being a swimmer means loving your team. Loving the laughs, the moments, the relays, the events, the meets, the never-ending sets...together. Having them encouraging you at your worst and best events. Losing your voices together at competitions cheering for each other; and learning from your mistakes.
Being a swimmer is loving the sport.
~pat
