[[make haste]]

Apr 02, 2004 09:40

Always my days have seemed to me too short to achieve my desire
- Lord Aragorn, Book Five of the Lord of the Rings series.

Indeed. I've been rushing all over the place these couple of days. Hastening my practise, scribbling worthless notes [well, maybe not THAT worthless] and figuring algebra and a whole new riot more. And the words up there in bold just speaks my mind. My brain is tiring, my hands are exhausted, don't ask about the aching body from crazy, compulsary school sports. I still wonder myself, how I am able to read the IV and V book of the L.O.T.R. series. I have lost my ability to procrastinate for it puts extreme paranoia on my hands. Speaking of which, have experienced constant sharp jabs of pain. My piano instructor calls it a case of extreme overwork from the Chopin waltz, especially the left, with constant huge chords and big leaps. And she says to me slow down. I will try, but with no guarantee for I have turned into a punctual monster. Bloody skema. But not in sports. Heaven forbid. I will not turn into a duplicate of the gruesome Nicole Chin, a little exagerating but it is true. It is better not to go to this must-win person than to be trampled by her tantrums. Touch wood.

[[edit]] : Reading classic books really changes the way you write, LeeLian.
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