whyyy

one more interviewwww...

i suppose i shouldn't be complaining... some people would kill to be considered for scholarships... meh



i realised what's been bugging me the last few weeks... the insane fear that overpowered me time and again (ever been a quivering wreck trying to hide in a corner? if you haven't please don't try.) it hit me on the train on the way home... i'm scared that all this is a dream... that it's impossible to be happy for so long... that suddenly everything will crumble and i'll be back to the dark hole of old... to the old habits, stuck in my mind with no idea of how to get out. it was so strange so much that i couldn't put my finger on it. i was scared that i wasn't real... just cos i was happy. [too bad devil. go to hell and stay there this time.] cos my God is FOR me, Jesus bought me the right to have everything go my way.



on the note of insanity... here's some table tennis/ ping pong matches...


this one's fake (duh) you've probably watched it before


this one's real (before an actual match...) talk abt skill gosh.