perfection in imperfection.in humans, this exists.
and i'm still trying to see me this way.
perfection in imperfection.
on stage, this does not exist.
the stage is a battleground.
kill or be killed.
everyone's selfish.
everyone wants themselves to do well.
no one's gonna cover you nor protect you.
you are on your own.
alone.
and there's no reason why you shouldn't feel afraid-
of the dirty tricks others would use just to see you fall,
of the unexpected.
Dance competition on sunday. Training on friday(today). that's all. and we're gonna fight it out.
i really hope adage dance will do well. =)) don't wanna see disappointment on anyone's face.
but then again, have i put in my 100%? is this the best i can do?
or can i push myself further? this is a question i've dreaded answering.
now i'll tell you this. the answer is no.
But tonight, i am gonna change that answer.
WE WILL WIN THIS WAR.
aha. i can't believe i'm blogging this kinda entry at 1pm. absolutely cannot.
VBALL COMPETITION on monday. Once again, WE WILL WIN THE WAR.
or at least do our best to win it.
i pray for strength mentally and physically,
to pull me through these two competitions.
no doubt there's stress, but i'm gonna have fun too. =D
i don't know why but i like to put stress on myself.
perverse? -perhaps.
suddenly, i feel like i can't express myself well enough, that i don't write well anymore. or perhaps i've never written well. HAHA. never mind. this is what you get when estella starts thinking (contrary to popular belief that i don't) in the day.
shan't bore you guys anymore.
if you haven't fallen asleep, WOW. ((: I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a queue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
