-ecstacy.hysterical-

10 August 2005 .

perhaps a sporting career high. lol. in the soccer match kickabout everything i touched seemed to turn into gold. 4 goals and a 5-0 win. wow. and to see "THEE GREAT DRIBBLER" hit the post so many times i guess he got sick that it was not to be his day and he stopped trying and insteaded provide for others. so much for fighting for glory..

and the high almost came crashing down when i collided with Gaaaaaaaaa-rrr-eeeee.. ankle sprained and out of action. we jumped for the ball and it had to rebound off his feet at an awkward angle. urgh. limped off. next day went for x-ray and i was guilt stricken. and i couldnt talk to anyone about it. just feeling bad inside. even when he returned without repercussions i still feel inferior talking to him.

perspective.everyone has their way of saying and seeing stuff. and some of the things i see that people try to imitate me i dont like at all. i dont do it that way in my eyes! and now i m sick of seeing them joke about this (these). 4 weeks on and a brand new me? the tempers have stopped fraying but the gloom has not been totally dispelled. Bagaimana? (How?) someone give me a self-confidence booster or something..

漂亮的让我面红的可爱女人
温柔的让我心疼的可爱女人
透明的让我感动的可爱女人
坏坏的让我疯狂的可爱女人

-the wait. painstaking. lonely road. yet inevitable. answers only at the end.-

就是开不了口