Finally, I am able to breathe.
After an entire week of endless projects and assignments to complete, I am now able to stop and take my mind of all the pressure.
Truth to tell, I am actually rather tired at this point of time. I feel as if I am caught in a never ending race where the existence of a finish line has much to be questioned.
What shall I do then?
Half of my mind screams and tells me to give up. To lose hope. Then there's always the other part of which I am in constant battle with. It tells the complete opposite. It gives me hope. It tells me that I am not completely inadequate. That some part of me bears meaning.
I am torn. What shall I do?
I am sorry for neglecting this blog for almost a week now. Like I said before, I was extremely busy to a point where writing has become alien to me. I know that sounds horrible but somehow, I have managed to let it creep into me.
To Yorsh, who posted so much on my tagboard. I am sorry you couldn't see the little comment thingy! I think it's a little too small and hidden haha. But thank you for all the encouragement. You are really the sister I never had! But I'm sorry I wasn't able to beat her at her own game. At least, not yet. I will one day. I know I willl.
Today would be a terrific day if only my speech went as well as I had envisioned it to be. I can fairly conclude that the only good thing about my entire presentation is the outfit I had on. I spent a good deal of money on it so you bet it's good. Pictures up soon.
I think I've vented enough about this class already. You guys have probably lost all will to hear me speak anymore and I don't blame you for it, really.
We celebrated the end of such a beleaguering term with our first futsal club meeting. It was just me and Cheryl, and thankfully Whit Ni came after. Initially, it was really intimidating to enter the court and go up against 8 other guys. But once you start focusing on the game and stop being so self-conscious, futsal suddenly becomes so addictive! Plus, some of the guys there are pretty friendly.
Sucks that I won't be able to go for the party at Maison's this Saturday cos I'll be in Singapore! Which is a pretty good alternative as well.
Got home and realized how free I was. Quickly made up random plans and ended up having the girls plus Gordan over to make smoothies. It was all rather spontaneous but times with them are always fun :)
Chin up. Shoulders back. Walk proud. Strut a little.
Don't lick your wounds: celebrate them.
The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor.
You're in a lion fight. Just because you didn't win
doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.
Don't lick your wounds: celebrate them.
The scars you bear are the signs of a competitor.
You're in a lion fight. Just because you didn't win
doesn't mean you don't know how to roar.