middle of my frustrated fears

Who ever thought French profs can make you reminisce about high school? During French class earlier, after answering her correctly, Madame Berdardino asked me:

B: Did you ever take up French before?
Proud Me: Yes, in high school.
B: I see..
(then after hearing someone else ask me if I was from Zobel)
B: Ah you're from Zobel? Do you know Madame Nenette Brenner?
M: Oh my God, you know her?!

I guess that's how acquainted French-speaking Pinays are.

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"So many things to do, so little time." The overused words cannot be more apt to how I'm feeling now. I want to try out so many things--more than my tired body can handle. Most of the days since I'm-not-sure-when, I have my thoughts on boxing. Or gloveless punching. Or anything similar to jabbing onto something hard. Like a wall. Yes, a concrete wall.

And that's how I suddenly forgot about trying out new things. 'Coz here's another side of it.

Two days ago, quite insanely, I hit the wall and got a bad bruise on my knuckles. I forgot why I did, but most of the time that I feel like hurting my hand, it's because I'm keeping myself from saying something that'd disturb my peaceful conversations with people.

Okay, enough of drama. Je me sens fatigue. A bientot.. (I'm tired. See you soon..)