Heute vor 5 Monaten ging es mit uns zu Ende. Du hattest dich entschieden. Aber warum? Ich weis es immer noch nicht wieso. Immer wenn ich dich sehe fängt mein Herz an zu schlagen, ich bin dann immer total aufgeregt. Wenn ich dich sehe, blende ich alles aus und sehe nur dich. Deine Wunderschönen Hellbraunen Augen. Dein wunderschönes lächeln das du immer hast. Ich stelle mir immer vor, wie es wäre wenn wir noch zusammen wären. Wir wären schon 6 Monate zusammen. Ein halbes Jahr.. Wie schnell die Zeit vergeht. Weist du wie schön es wäre, wenn du wieder kommen würdest? Ich wäre glücklicher als das erste mal wo wir zusammen gekommen sind. Weist du, wie sehr ich dich vermisse? So sehr habe ich noch niemanden vermisst. Ich leide so sehr unter unserer Trennung.. Weist du, wie viel du mir bedeutest? Mehr als alles andere auf der Welt. Weist du wie sehr ich jede kleinste Berührung vermisse? Jeden Tag wünschte ich mir dich wieder zu spüren. Jeder sagt ich soll dich vergessen. Aber ich bin noch nicht bereit dazu. Nicht jetzt. Weist du wie sehr ich dich liebe? Du weist es, doch dich interessiert es nicht.
Komm zurück zu mir…
Ich liebe dich Äffchen. 💕
You let your own insecurities get the best of you and although it helps keep you modest, there’s always a big part of you that constantly thinks that you are not good enough or don’t belong there.
That’s how I’ve felt until yesterday, when my friend Candice proved me wrong.
I didn’t think I had what it took to be a member of the church band. I’d go to every mass and admire their beautiful sound and think that it was an audition only process and that I just wasn’t good enough to make the cut.
I tried a smaller step by joining the choir. Best decision. I’ve met some pretty amazing people (Jas, Betty, Auryan, the Taylor sisters, and the Gutierrez twins—esp. #Baecob). But initially, I felt like the outcast of the group. I absolutely hate that feeling.
During this past Monday’s practice for the choir, RJ offered me the solo, and I tried it but then I got butterflies and something caught in my throat and I actually felt…nervous about…singing? I hadn’t felt that severity of nerves since my first audition & performance in front of Parker.
Throughout the four years in the vocal program, I managed to jump straight from Chorus to Chambers, grabbed some solos here and there, dubbed backup section leader by Parker herself, ended my final year with 2 officer positions, and the most awards.
Now, I realize that sounds a lot like me bragging. That’s not my intention at all here but to paint a clearer picture.
Why on earth was I nervous?
Well, it’s a new group of people. People that I’d just met a couple months ago. Out of everyone in the group I was the least active at the church.
And again that agonizing feeling of insecurity, and nerves were tormenting me in the moment I tried to sing the solo.
Then all of a sudden, yesterday, during the BBQ, Candice pulled me aside while we went to go get some of the bulletins, and asked if I wanted to be a part of the LT band as well.
To some, this isn’t a big deal. Ever since I started coming to LT mass, my main focus was on the band (and yes I know that sounds really bad). I was always dreaming to be up on the stage worshipping along with people with such incredible and angelic voices.
After being in the LT choir for a while now, I became fully aware of my faith. I thought I believed before, but sometimes I think I was trying to push myself into it instead of taking time to absorb the feeling of faith. Now I’m a lot closer.
Especially after yesterday. Candice made my day. I almost wanted to cry because I was awestruck. I still don’t know if I believe it. I do believe, however, that God really does love me and is pulling me closer on the path to faith and happiness that I’ve been searching for for so long now.
And that, my friends, is why I believe God is great all the time. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day, and so forth. How He loves us so.
I'm on a quest to figure out why the Breakers suck this season so i've been taken notes during the game.
First half thoughts on Boston vs. Washington:
First pk call was bullshit. Second one was also iffy but he kind of had to call it bc there was falling and whatever.
BOS came out with more attacking possession and pressure than usual but that tapered off after 10 minutes or so. We were just sloppy since then
WAS was good on the counter as usual. They're also connecting well through groups of players.
BOS has done some good last-ditch defending but have left so many holes (like how do give Taylor that much space in the box!?)
Naeher continues to be our jesus in the net
BOS keeps trying to send the ball long (Sanderson especially) and it ain't working
Everyone's falling and the ref's like "ha i should probably call this just incase it actually was a foul but who knows i wasnt paying attention"
But there also have been a lot of sloppy fouls. probably only one that deserved a red card (Lohman) despite the three given so far...
The ref is just confusing everyone
So BOS had three shitty shots and 1 good goal
Halftime thoughts:
This baton twirling team is more impressive than the Breakers.
Second half:
4 min in: some legit possession by both sides; WAS still able to get in our box; ref still being weird
BOS still playing sloppily and WAS definitely running the show
65 minutes in: there's a lightning warning delay so play stopped at the moment... i'll come back to this post if they finish this game and it's not too long from now
Obecně by snad moha olympiáda začínat třeba, no třeba …. jen ať si kdo chce co chce doplní, ale dnes je pátek a zrovinka těch olymiád určitě celkem dost začíná. A že začíná i ta v Soči je jen a jen náhoda, protože ta je jen jednou za uherák, ehm tady za čtyři roky, ale v pátek začíná těch rozličnejch olympiád podstatně víc. Tedy těch olympiád soukromejch, kde se sice moc rekordů netrhne, ne-li žádnej, ale výkony jsou to mnohdy opravdu top.
A jak to tak bejvá někdy ani na trhání nedojde, neb účastníci se jaksi nedokážou na kolbišti potkat. A na vině může být klidně i zahájení nějaké té sportovní akcičky. To se tak mírnix týrnix čučí v bedně na borce s práporama, pivíčko, zasněníčko a domácí páteček se nevnímá. V koupelce jede sprcha naplno, asi taky ňáký voňavky a vůbec. Vůbec přes ty nekonečný průvody fanglí a sportovců se ten mumaj přípravy páteční olympiády nepobere.
S posledním lokem kaněc filma, procitnutí. Jasně, pátek. Koupelka v mužském provedení a tradá na domácí kolbiště. No a v tom je ta potíž. Prošvihnutej tajming. A co že je dnes za den? Pátek? Pátek - den kdy začínaj olympiády.
