ninth post
title: your kisses cant hold
this piece narrates my love for cello.
ESCAPE. from your incapacitation
i didnt mean to have my journal sound emotional or dispiriting. otherwise, i wouldnt named my journal 'sanguinity'. well, thinking that i might be able escape from these nightmares after a mere 40 over days, these days are certainly laborious to escape. i dont expect myself to make full use of this period, otherwise i'll not be here. but at least i told myself to try my best. despite the fact that im not interested in anything im studying now. however, today was a real break down. infront of my mum. didnt mean to even cry. but the suppressed feelings ignited. hoping that i could have a listening ear, obviously, im erring this time. names flashed back in my mind, with that poignant feelings inhibiting the ability to think rationally, i just couldnt find someone to really confide in.
these days, tension have been very high. we are liable to go cranky over a simple thing. i did, and im trying to control. the fact that i REALLY seldom lose temper as compared to the past, now, losing that irascibleness seemed to be anormalous. really.
yesterday was my very first time playing back my cello after months. i thought i couldnt even sight read now, but ta daa! im blundered again. not only i can sight read, i even learnt new piece. it was a utmost satisfying experience. ^ ^ however, i attempt to play 'the swan' which was unsuccessful. but i shall try again. this time, hopefully on piano.
lastly, god bless me in my revision. i need a lil lady luck by my side.