soaring, flying

There are only three more days before school reopens. The holidays have really gone past in a flash. It is scary to see time careening reinless and rash into the unknowable future. Somehow, though these days have been packed achockful of activities, there is always space left for breathing, time to perambulate peacefully across silted gold. But, there is little one can do about sandcastles by the shore, except to build them up again, so hold on to those plastic buckets, toy spades and sandwich flags. I am morbidly interested to see how crazy 2009 can get.

( Desaru desu )

One major downer this week is that I haven't been to any trainings. Desaru took three days away, Orientation packing swallowed yesterday and walk-in rehearsal wolfed today down. However needy and dependent it may sound, life does feel a little empty without them. Can't wait for tomorrow. I got so desperate that I started kicking a shuttlecock around in the hall today. There are times when one has to choose, I know, but knowing that does not make the choice any easier. Ah well, time to do homework now. Toodaloo~

有时候有时候 我会相信一切有尽头
相聚离开都有时候 没有什么会永垂不朽
可是我有时候 宁愿选择留恋不放手
等到风景都看透 也许你会陪我看细水长流