my fingers are dancing around the keyboard looking for the right letters to type to form the right words that are the materialisation of the right thoughts i want to relay.

but there are always misunderstandings.

and even then, ambiguousness exists and is such an inevitable unremoveable part of life that i too, sometimes, misinterpret.
your smile, your gestures, your eyes.


the tournament is in less than 3 weeks time and i'm in the ladies team a.
i'm not sure if i should be extremely excited and happy or stressed out and depressed.
because that's life, isn't it? things come when you're not ready to face them, and you find yourself pressed for time; feeling inadequate, insufficient.

yeah, i think i kind of realised,
i'm not a junior anymore.