Lost

Now that this part of life is done, I need to decide what I wanna do. But truthfully, I am lost. I don’t really know what I want, like a headless chicken just crashing around.

DIrection….. where?

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THE finals

Its the finals, the last and the end. After this it will be over. Out into the world I go.
Meanwhile, study hard.

Snaking thoughts meandering through the head

And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When I’m lying awake at night

Easter is over…

… and so is Paganello.

Congrats Flugsaurier! Congrats Austrian juniors! you guys ROCK! 11-3 finals? Amazing =)

Wünsche

Tomorrow people start congregating on the soft sands of Rimini, for the biggest beach tournament in Europe. Was there, wish I am there. Instead, I am stuck in hot humid Singapore, nursing an increasingly worst hip injury. Its really quite quite nasty, on and off. Somewhat radiating, and very achy now. Worst thing is that it actually prevents me from sitting for long periods of time (think lectures and tutorials). So what to do? I did my Vietnam homework lying on my soft bed, was amazed at my self discipline to not just collapse and fall asleep. I guess I got lucky this time! And instead of the soft sands of Rimini, come Saturday we will be headed down to Sentosa. Coarse artificial sand likely from Indonesia. Singapore if you wanna make everything fake, it might as well be good fake instead of bad. Get your sand from somewhere else please.

Well, its officially 5am. Time to do QT, eat my meds (I can’t believe I am on pain meds. AGAIN! ARGH! WHY!!!) and go to bed.

Ciao ciao.

Hopefully I will dream of winning the lottery and getting enough money to buy a last minute ticket to Paganello.

Getting over it

Taking one step back, letting go. Slowly but surely, trying to deal with it all.

I hope it passes, I don’t need another trigger.

Ouch.

Happiness is just outside my window
Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour?
Or is happiness a little more like knocking
On your door, and you just let it in?

Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can’t make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good

Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks

Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that’s enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar

Tell me that everything will be fine and it will all go away? Please?

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