The four girls - together once more, sharing stories, updates, and happenings. How I love them. They make me feel like myself, even for a short while today.
Can't wait to see you girls again.
Wondering if I'm able to make it to the team for the upcoming league. If I don't, it will be a small blessing. If I do, matches will be on Sundays. This means sacrificing my Sundays which are usually meant for teaching piano. It means rescheduling students to other days like weekdays and Saturday evenings (since I have training in the mornings). It means not being to go out on Saturdays. It means busy packed weeks which may call for sacrifice in studies. For one semester. Because once the league is over, the exams begin.
2005's Jan-Apr forsees a screwed up semester for me.
(Don't leave me will you? I will try my best not to neglect you)
Was chatting with my bro, we agreed on this statement of mine that we are fools being kicked around by this thing called "life", and I am indeed spinning off in different directions only to bounce back against a wall, say ouch, and be flung back into space again...till I bounce off another wall.
Looks like retail theraphy today only helped abit. I bought a short black skirt and a long sleeved top. I love them. I do not deny, I may spend on clothes, but there is no doubt that I feel better when my wallet has been emptied. No wonder they call it retail theraphy.
I'm hoping against hope my timetable for 2005 will turn out so well that everything falls into place - my floorball, my studies, my work and other commitments. I'm praying for a miracle, literally.
Come to think of it, the next semester is gonna pass so damn fast that it will be the holidays once more. I don't know whether that is a comfort, or a looming threat.
Fading into oblivion once more. Only one thing can make me surface, but as I look at it now, that tiniest hope seems to be hanging by just one delicate thread. I'm getting too heavy for that one thread to support me.
Don't let me fall. Hold on to me, because my fingers are tired from holding on.
Can't wait to see you girls again.
Wondering if I'm able to make it to the team for the upcoming league. If I don't, it will be a small blessing. If I do, matches will be on Sundays. This means sacrificing my Sundays which are usually meant for teaching piano. It means rescheduling students to other days like weekdays and Saturday evenings (since I have training in the mornings). It means not being to go out on Saturdays. It means busy packed weeks which may call for sacrifice in studies. For one semester. Because once the league is over, the exams begin.
2005's Jan-Apr forsees a screwed up semester for me.
(Don't leave me will you? I will try my best not to neglect you)
Was chatting with my bro, we agreed on this statement of mine that we are fools being kicked around by this thing called "life", and I am indeed spinning off in different directions only to bounce back against a wall, say ouch, and be flung back into space again...till I bounce off another wall.
Looks like retail theraphy today only helped abit. I bought a short black skirt and a long sleeved top. I love them. I do not deny, I may spend on clothes, but there is no doubt that I feel better when my wallet has been emptied. No wonder they call it retail theraphy.
I'm hoping against hope my timetable for 2005 will turn out so well that everything falls into place - my floorball, my studies, my work and other commitments. I'm praying for a miracle, literally.
Come to think of it, the next semester is gonna pass so damn fast that it will be the holidays once more. I don't know whether that is a comfort, or a looming threat.