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Tuesday 22 February 2011

Standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your heart out

Hello everyone, I'm back from the dead. I've been crazy busy for the past few weeks, and, surprise surprise, now I'm sick. I had fever last night, but no fever today (?). Not feeling too great anyway. But, as I'm kinda tired and so, and I have absolutely no idea what to write about, I decided to continue my challenge.

Day 05 - A Moment

Okay, so I decided to bring up a moment which happened a couple of years ago, autumn 2008 to be exact. It was the national championships, and relay. I had hurt my knee the day before, and it was all swollen. I was very nervous.

Well my performance wasn't exactly the best, and I wasn't feeling good about it. I thought I had done a bad job. But when I got the exchange, I heard I was at the top with a bunch of other teams, not far behind the leading one. I went to the shower, and when I came back I heard we had changed third. Though the girl on second leg was almost crying because she wasn't happy with her performance either.

So we went to the finish line, very excited. We knew we stood a good chance to even second place. So there we were waiting. Then, all of a sudden we heard another team start screaming. We thought that alright, here come the winners. But, when she came around the curve, we saw our team a few steps ahead. It was absolutely surreal. We - the national champions. That moment is a definitely memorable one, and one of the greatest ever. I can't describe the feeling then.

Anyhow, I'm tired, and I going to see whether there are any good movies somewhere in the house. So the title: lostprophets - Rooftops.
P.S. It's holidays again, ha ha. A whole wonderful week of absolutely nothing to do.

Thursday 10 February 2011

We only got 86 400 seconds in a day -- gotta live like we're dying

As I had five minutes to do something useless, I decided to log on here. And then I thought that I could just as well continue the challenge. So here we go...

Day 04 – Your Day

So today started, surprisingly, with school. I had German first thing. Nothing special. Then my mother tongue (not revealing what it is, ha ha), and then maths, which was nicely interrupted with dance practice. Which was a fiasco. Like not missing maths, but the practice.

We were supposed to practice our final surprise dance to the show next week, but it was a total disaster. The girls teaching it couldn't teach at all, and besides, it would've been kinda hard as they hadn't even finished the dance. Anyhow, it ended up with enormous frustration and anger and irritation and, well, you know. Everyone was just completely pissed off.

And added to that I'm suffering from great stress too. We have piles of school work to do (essays and projects and little quizzes plus normal homework), next week's going to be a mess, and I have way too much to do. This week I've been working again, and haven't had too much extra time, next week is going to be even worse. But then, thank god, a week's holiday!!! Can't wait.

Anyhow, after the practice I quickly went home, ate, and left to work. Nothing special there. I just wonder how come people send so many Valentine's Day cards. And besides, most of the cards seemed to be sent by women age 50+ to their children. Not really how I see Valentine's Day.

But, as I was supposed to only have five minutes, I'm really behind my schedule now. Shower, homework, food, chocolate (oh yes, please), maybe TV and then bed. So good night everyone!

The title: Kris Allen - Live Like We're Dying
P.S. I hope to write again as soon as possible. But it might be a week. But then I have lots to talk about!
P.P.S. I love the song. I know it's nothing new but it still is awesome.
P.P.P.S. Leave a comment. Haha. But seriously. Comments are always fun.


Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up,
we're hiding behind skin that's too tough.
How come we don't say "I love you" enough
'til it's to late, it's not too late.

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come,
and we could make a feast from these crumbs,
and we're all staring down the barrel of a gun,
so if your life flashed before you,
what would you wish you would've done..

Yeah, we gotta start,
looking at the hands of the time we've been given,
if this is all we got and we gotta start thinking,
if every second counts on a clock that's ticking,
gotta live like we're dying.

We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or to throw it all away,
we gotta tell them that we love them
while we got the chance to say,
gotta live like we're dying.

And if your plane fell out of the skies,
who would you call with your last goodbye?
Should be so careful who we live out our lives,
so when we long for absolution,
there'll no one on the line.

Yeah, we gotta start,
looking at the hands of the time we've been given,
if this is all we got and we gotta start thinking,
if every second counts on a clock that's ticking,
gotta live like we're dying.

We only got 86 400 seconds in a day to
turn it all around or to throw it all away,
we gotta tell them that we love them
while we got the chance to say,
gotta live like we're dying.