i've titled this poem: passion..

i've got mine, where's yours?


It all started off with that little girl.
That little girl who fell in love with the sport.
That little girl who developed the love.
That little girl who never gave up.
That little girl, that little triumphant girl;
That little girl, was me.

I would have never thought I'd end up where I am now.
What has once started off as my hobby,
is no longer a hobby,
but a lifestyle;
a choice,
a never ending passion in my heart.

I've grown to become not only a passionate player,
but a passionate woman of God.

"to be continued.."

Hello Seattle

At times like these, I can sit back and look out, appreciating where I'm at.

Hello Seattle. You failed me at first. Disappointment was all I saw. It took me some time, yes, 2 years perhaps...
But you made me realize the real pleasures in life.
My life,
My ever so complicated life,
Has become something
So beautiful,
So intricate,
So worthwhile.
Hello Seattle.
Thank you, Seattle.
<3

PASSION

I have all this passion bottled up inside of me that I spill out everytime I step out on that court.
Maybe no one has stepped in it yet, but one day, one day, they'll see that volleyball is the one thing (after God) that I have complete passion for.
I wanna show you...
God, help me to perform, to dig deep, deep within myself.

I Kissed Dating Goodbye

Forgiving myself for the negligence of this book.
Learning that even without reading it, i'm beginning to live it.
Looking forward to the life lead by the creator Himself.
Realizing that there's nothing greater in this world than Him,&
Thanking Him for the life changing experience.
2010, You have truly blessed me.

"the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom"

God :

ALL I NEED. ALL I EVER WANTED.
i'm glad He took me back.
<3

a b c d e f g H I j k l m n o p

You know that feeling...when you're so attached and you don't want to let go.

dang.

Like an overused papertowel

To be or not to be.

To succeed at the game of volleyball?

To earn a starting position in waterpolo?

To continue my third year in bowling?

To run for asb?

To take leadership?

To be a missionary in third world countries?

To study til 1 a.m?

To put God first?

To take chances?

To be committed?

Or, to throw it all away..

Like an overused papertowel, I see myself slowly becoming weaker and weaker. Not thinner, but definitely soggy and weak. I'm not Bounty or Scotties, reuseable and just as strong as before. I'm starting to rip and tear in some places, but what can I do? Paper is paper. Thin, weak, and fragile. I guess I can always recycle. But when? How? Where do I take my break? I'm wearing myself out 7 days a week. There's no such thing as breaks.

Like an overused papertowel, I need a day where I can dry myself out and go back to where I came from. You know, like a tree trunk or something. Something sturdy, something strong, something that's a constant. Something that is deeply rooted and nourished; you know, like God.

Like an overused papertowel, I'm needed in more than one place at the same time. I'm in a mindset where I can't be great in anything I do because I'm cut into a million different pieces. Okay, maybe just 10. I used to put church first, then family, school, sports, and then friends. Now it's sports, school, church, friends, then family.

Hello jock, goodbye God.

I'm wrong in every angle and every aspect.

I lied, I don't even have a set priority.

I'm all over the place.

Like an overused papertowel, I need to be thrown away.