Friskily Frisbeed

God responds to faith, not us tormenting ourselves emotionally. The Promise has been given to us! Claim It!

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Jason is away on a business trip back in his home state, Malacca. So this spells freedom to me, whoo hoo!!!! (I mean, whoo hoo I miss you so much dear…of course!)

So I went to church alone, and joined the youths for lunch after service and after a play rehearsal. Really cool bunch. And due to high turn over rate of players, Japheth *so* kindly invited me to join them for a game of Frisbee. Right before I send a yummy piece of oily, fried chicken into my mouth, he dunked a 5 inch thick manual to me, and sombrely said: see you in 2 hours time.

Eh, you all call me aunty but expect me to learn up an extreme game, by the rules some more. A bit the not right wohh…

He promptly held up his palm stopping my sissy-ish protest, flipped his hard-gelled hair, with slightly upturned lips and a voice of a stern, poker-faced commando, and mouthed these words: Two. Hours. Time.

-_- Yes sir lohh…

It’s been ages since I played any sports, actually I don’t ever do sports! Heh. I hauled my cousin with me to the field (which I promptly found out his a trained Frisbee player), and made myself looked like a fool running all over the field, not so much of catching the darn disc, but to stop my opponent from getting the disc. But damn were they good! Oh, you slimy little young ones!

But I love my flushed skin after all the running. So, thank you very much guys, but the next round, maybe I should just P.R.A.C.T.I.C.E flying the disc before I fly myself into the game only to make my team, whichever you are, to lose pathetically. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Damn. My joints hurt now.