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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Break Away

I haven't travelled such a long distance in a while. The monotonous journey was made worse with the knowledge of where I was heading. The gloomy weather didn't make me feel any better either.

The dread, the uneasiness.

Then, I had the sudden urge to run away. To deny the path set out before me, to hide and to shirk the responsibilty. I took a deep breath and alighted at the next stop....

To transfer to the next train and continue my journey... (ok, no throwing of tomatoes please!)

I was actually on my way to tuition - maybe I should rename it "The Terror"; because I get the cold feet whenever I have to teach the boy.

Oh well... I shan't complain too much. At least I'm earning myself some money. Even though it's nothing much but that beats sitting around and bumming at home.

Tralala...

I can't wait for next week to come. There will be flute-testing and hair makeovers. Finally, some excitement.

And yes, a series of performance at the Esplanade this weekend.
Ahem, any takers?

[Time of Confession] 11:16 PM
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