There's so much that I want to type about, so much that I want to talk about, so much that I want to really share on but there is always insufficient time to do so. I know I haven't update in a week because I cannot think of what I really want to type about. There are things that I do not type in here because I don't feel comfortable in having so many pairs of unknown public eyes reading or dropping by here. I instead write them down in my little journal book.

I've just been looking back at my journal book and reading off what I've written a year back or two, events that happen, happy moments, anguished moments and the little tiny winy things that I've done that I still laugh and remember about till this day. It cracks me up and keeps me in disbelief reading it. But well, there are some memories that are worth keeping, which is why I write about almost everything in that little book so that I could relieve them in the years down the road.

I know I've always been typing here, typing out chunks of words and sometimes, bits of chunks but hardly or never post any pictures. Pictures of course do say a thousand words but I differ sometimes. Words can say so much more, explain so much more and tell so much more than a picture itself. Sometimes, a picture says only so much.

I know I always have issues even when I speak. Especially when it comes to explaining certain things or expressing myself. I stagger alot in most of my sentence and then end up not knowing how I can fully explain some things that I want to say and so, the sentence hangs in mid air while I think of how I can really explain so that the other party can understand and grasp what I'm trying to bring across. I've always been bad at expressing myself because there is no one word alone that could just present how I feel at most times. It always takes a few words or up to one sentence to represent that feeling. I hate it when I can't find the exact one word to sum it all up because (e.g) when people ask, "Is it frustrated?" I'll reply, "No, it's not..it's more like.....(explaination goes here)." It is hard sometimes. But if the other party can understand where I'm coming from and what I'm trying to say, then I guess...it's all good.

There's so much that I want to say, that I want to share but sometimes, I feel inferior to about just tell anyone or sometimes, friends within the circle. There are some whom I trust and some whom I know I can fully trust in. I hate it the most when people promise not to tell and then the next day you realize that there are like twelve people who knows your inner secrets. It's things like this that makes me think twice if I should even start saying sometimes. At this point of time, allow me to say that I've been using the word 'somtimes' a whole lot in this whole entry, I know.

Another thing that I dislike is when anyone is asked, "List some professional female soccer players." and answers, "Mia Hamm/Brandi Chastain." I mean, is that all? I can easily name off 35 players(on an international level) and without googling:

Carli Lloyd, Briana Scurry, Angela Hucles, Amy Rodriguez, Angie Woznuk, Tiffany Milbret, Shannon Boxx, Marian Dalmy, Hope Solo, Christie Rampone, Kate Markgraf, Abby Wambach, Aya Miyama, Han Duan, Rachel Brown, Karen Carney, Faye White, Kelly Smith, Rachel Yankey, Enio Aluko (sp), Rhian Wilkinson, Christine Sinclair, Kara Lang, Diane Matheson, Erin Mcleod, Camile Abily, Sonia Bompastor, Natasha Kai, Brigit Prinz, Anja Mittag, Megan Rapinoe, Stephaine Cox, Heather O'Reilly, Lindsay Tarpley, Renate Lingor (who recently retired), Nicole Barnhart, Katrina LeBlanc, Alex Scott, Brittany Klein.

It's just about getting to know your own sport's professional players, something not very hard to do.

Well, I guess this is the longest entry I've typed so far and I've pretty much said what I want to say. There's so much more that I want to say but I don't want to keep this entry even longer.

The weekend is here and I look forward to what is to to come in the coming weeks.

Keep Fighting,
Marj