Forget

stranded in a realm i don't belong.

Dream

escape into the embrace of mother nature. ok, somewhere away from the urban concrete jungle will do.

+ black billabong hoodie ___ + ipod classic ___ + asus lamborghini laptop
. some things are best left untouched

Mock




Stare

08S03R + 4I Class Blog + Amanda Jeslin Jie Ning Jing Sheng Kiat Wee Kwok Leung Lorraine Lowell Malcolm Marco Min Qi My Other Blog Rachel Raffles Bowling Sarah Shanti Sze Ling Tee Yong Wai Han Wei Han Zhi Kai


Incoherent

"time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like banana."

Credits


edited CODES; huagek
PICTURE; Nederland's Community Preschool web logo




Tuesday, May 08, 2007

i feel cheated.

i spent $230 + $40 + $130 + 2 X $120 + $200 + $100 in the past 5 mths, just for a chance to play for the college in a competition. it's prob the most expensive game of chance i've ever played. i bought a $130 bag so that it could accommodate a second ball. now the bag will only carry my only ball for the next 6 months.

i spent 5 months training into the night and returning home so late, leaving me with practically no time to catch up on my studies, when all those trainings now don't seem that important as before. was it worth it to compromise my math and bio? can the total amount of money stated above buy back the time i lost? no.

it's alright not to be selected. any way three of us will not be playing. but when excuses with no basis are given to justify the selection, i feel im being treated like a 5-year-old kid. at the start of bowling it was already clear who was out, and the 3 outcasts were bowling with no mood at all. kiat wee nearly cried when he started talking to me after the prep talk. i held back my tears. reading his blog made me sad again, and im still trying not to cry.

come to think of it, had that idiot not left bowling before our first training for dance, we need not be feeling this way now.

u will never understand how we feel unless ur in our shoes. i shall stop writing because in the end, words cannot explain to you how i feel ( and i do not want u to know ), and they do not heal wounds.

i think i was born to live in a world of sorrow.


cherry garcia..
9:21 PM