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Saturday, May 12, 2007


don't know why i opened up that day.been such a long time i've ever told anybody anything that much. don't know why i said all those things. kinda pointless, but i just admitted to myself that i'm just afraid. so maybe. i've learnt something new about myself. ha. that's good, supposedly.


went for njdance today with a really tired body and mind. i kept thinking that i'd just take a cab there but i didn't really attempt to flag one. ha. the bus came right on time and the side gate was even open, a really pleasant surprise. found out that the steps had been changed alot. which was in a way good; cuz learning new things breaks away from this ______(insert adjective here) life. learnt everything quite happily, tho my mind ocassionally strays to an empty space, leaving me stationary, alone, in a middle of a group of people dancing to the beat.


and there are times whereby i finally caught the beat. and i felt myself moving. when i smiled and really felt happy after this tiring week. but suddenly, the world seems to whirl for a bit and i miss the beat. and ugh.


maybe it's those happy moments that you gotta live in; even if the moment was short. maybe it's the hope of being there again that makes you strive even harder to catch the beat. i'll feel the music again, i swear.


but can i? ha.
today- dance
sunday- dance
monday- guitar rehearsal
tuesday- dance, chem test.
wednesday- dance tagrun
thursday- guitar rehearsal
friday- maths test, tution, probably guitar rehearsal and most probably dance.(cuz you shouldn't even think of resting-- you'd just be disappointed when smthing crops up)
saturday- GUITAR CONCERT, dance.


and i'm too tired to think what'd be coming next.
but i guess i'll have to work it out
cuz i guess i can.
maybe.
although it gets tiring...
sometimes.


do me a favour- if you see me, give me a smile. it's one of the things that may just lift a tired mind and body.


she sees him give up at the last 200 metres. he has the stamina, but he gives up. because they've lost anyway. and she tells herself that she won't be like that. she'd fight to the end. she'll give everything her best shot. even if she's on the losing end. even if the runner in front is leading her by more than 200 metres. and she'll run all the way to the end; even if everybody else has finished the race. dash.


that's what i'm here for.


;6:09 PM


ng yi qi♥

yiqi
grps,nhhs,sajc

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