start over again

[ music ][ passenger seat - death cab for cutie ]

today's tennis was tiring !!

haha. we were late for 8 minutes and mr low asked us to run 8 rounds in the tennis court. whew- luckily is it not around the track. xp well. at first the training was still ok. i mean my strokes and stuff. but den my arm started to ache. den my wrist cant be locked. argh- he is so dang strict nahx. made sure i got it right for like ten consecutive swings. the second round was worst. x/ my hand was too weak nahz. den all my swings sucked. sign- i need to practise and build arm muscles. den we learnt the double back swing too. i kinda like it. at least it seems easier than fore hand.

hmmm.

never knew tennis would be so difficult. x/ when the ball comes you wun even think about your stroke. den still must lock the arm. * tough * hope i still can make it into the team.

today shall be the day when i start doing my hw. ((:

yupx. gonna pack my room first den start with chinese. gee- so guai huh. haha. x) if i dun start now. den i'll never begin. muggin-

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I roll the window down

And then begin to breathe in

The darkest country road

And the strong scent of evergreen

From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards

I strain my eyes and try

To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites

From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"do they collide?"

I ask and you smile.

With my feet on the dash

The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride

When you need directions then i'll be the guide

For all time.

For all time.

[ "Transatlanticism" ]