Seconds flew by just like that everyday. With so much going on, it feels as if I haven't rest a single muscle since the Sunday evening I'm back in SSP. Classes and subjects don't seemed to give ME a rest and do does the co-curricula rs. I'd love to brag how tired I am all this time, but that would just made it worst. So, this would be my normal school day-- EVERYDAY. Academics in the morning, extra Elective classes after school and Sports-Club meetings in the evening. Though sometime the meeting and games would clash. And I'd be torn to bits on which to go to. Teraju Puteri, the school magazine, also had just started progressing. Yeah, it's hard work. But I don't mind. Cause I'm the one who'd chose it to be this way. SO, No regrets :)
We had a swell time. In three years, this would be the first time I felt this driven to play tennis. For once, I don't mind my face got burn and my wrist gone sore. The thrill of playing suddenly had took the place of my ending misery while playing. FOR ONCE, I'm proud to play tennis even though deep down I'm still just a rookie in this game. I felt extremely happy for this year. Not only finally I've come to understand tennis, what I've waited for all time last year came to be. Yeah, it's really NICE to see you. haha. Considering all I've been communicating with you was through the Internet and phone. It's nice to see you again in person. And yess. I miss you :D A whole lot. LOL, you look different though. You've gained some weight since the last time we met last year! haha :D Nahh, it's okay. You've never look better. Too bad, I won't be seeing you anymore. But, I'm grateful enough. Next time, let's have a game together eh? :D Wonder when that will be.. HAHA
Oh, did I mentioned we, muneeba and me got into the State's? Awesome isn't it? And thank god, we had this tournament before our training. It'd gave me sometime to brush up on my swing. I can't seem to get it right these days. I never did. UGH. Maybe Ustaz was right. I'm holding my racket the wrong way. Perghh, don't blame me. I'm a ROOKIE remember? Can't wait! Can't wait! I don't care if my skin's toast. I miss Kak Tipah and Kak Syaza already. hahah Can you believe it? Kak Syaza's back! She returned to Sri Sepang this year. Missed the school too much I guess. haha Seriously I've totally forgotten her. She was the one who walk up to me that day. If she didn't say a thing, I don't think I'd recognised her :D
Looks like the fever's catching up on me. I can't seem to recall my voice. My throat is so sore, I don't think I can feel a thing when I'm swallowing. I'd like to think my tonsils is nothing. But then, it's just as worst as the last time-- everytime I had it swollen. It would go red and swolen. I can't talk. Soon, I'll have a fever. I'll have my normal trip to the doctor with the same impression and the same medicine. Isn't there a WAY of curing this?! Don't tell me it's going to be this way EVERYTIME. Surgery is so not my option. Mom said it's too much and I love my throat thank you. I don't want to sound different the next time I talk. Let the real me stay the real me till I die. Won't want anything to CHANGE. Let's just hope I can make it tonight. MAC is a big thing. On normal days, I don't think I'm good enough to be on the stage. This year, PMR was the one who'd gave me the chance. Anyway, MAC had a whole new thing installed. We're having a dinner. And that is the other I don't want to miss. But, GOSH. I haven't packed or iron my attire for tonight. My passbook hadn't also made it my way. Oh please please, let the trip to the clinic be quick. So much to do so little time.
After all, who would want to spend time at home being all sick and sore? ;)
jy
praying my voice will be back SOON.
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