Entries for April, 2005

When I came home today, I grabbed my basketball and headed for the court.

I played a little pickup game against myself.

I lost.

When it became so dark I couldn't see the ball, I slowly walked home, dripping with sweat, my legs burning with lactic acid.

I must have thrown up at least 1,500 shots.





And I missed a lot more than I made.

Written by jihwan at 08:26 PM.

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The past few years have built up to a single night.




interpret that statement any way you want.



by the way, we leave for Chicago tomorrow. wish us luck.

Written by jihwan at 12:28 AM.

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We won.



Edit: I'll write about the whole experience and put an assload of pictures up later.

Written by jihwan at 11:17 PM.

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I've written four different entries to express all that I'm feeling and experiencing these days. After laboriously struggling over hanckneyed descriptions and trite sentiments, I deleted all of them because there really is no articulate way to cram into words all the overflowing emotion that I'm feeling right now.

Call me naive. Call me a hypocrite. Call me a fool placing all his hope on an tenuous streak of luck that will anticlimatically end sooner or later. Well, screw you. I've experienced something that changed my outlook on a lot of things, and I can't say that I'm worse for the wear.

I apologize for my incoherence and sudden lack of writing skills, but


I've had a wonderful day


and I'm


dizzy.

Written by jihwan at 09:56 PM.

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Hey there.

It's me. I just wanted to talk a bit. Now, I know I've always been the calm one, the one to pacify whatever fears or worries you might have, the one with the reassuring embrace, physically, mentally, and emotionally. It's kind of weird that I'm feeling afraid right now, because if I take a step back and look at myself objectively, I see myself as being so out of character. I'm not supposed to be the worrier. I'm not the one that should be fretting and losing sleep. But here I am, tired and anxious, counting down until that fateful day. A lot of strain, isn't it? But we'll get through it. We always have.

I miss you.









I'm sorry.

Written by jihwan at 09:48 PM.

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