融雪之前

[methrowrock]

So this is usually how the story goes: I make big&grand&mind-blowing plans, work the details down to the finest fishbone, stack dishes of hope upon hope precariously, and at the crucial moment, when things matter the most, I slip up and send everything skittering towards the ground. Glass meets concrete, skin meet concrete, dreams meet concrete; it is a nasty mess of smudged tears and broken ego. But I learn from experience: I learn to calibrate expectations, I learn to accept and move on, I learn how to settle for less. At the end of the day, I finally realised that I am not hotstuff (never have been, never will be). It is unlikely that my lofty ambitions will ever be fulfilled but it's okay, because fifth/infinityth-option isn't that bad either. Plus, I have the sweetest and funniest classmates, which makes me think that even if I am going to bomb the examinations horribly, at least I will have shiny happy memories of the good days before that.