<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:15:37.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful love ;)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-114605274276947138</id><published>2006-04-26T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T04:59:02.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mooooved-</title><content type='html'>hey there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have moved toooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pieces--ofme.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-114605274276947138?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/114605274276947138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=114605274276947138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/114605274276947138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/114605274276947138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2006/04/mooooved.html' title='mooooved-'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-113170365229356196</id><published>2005-11-11T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:07:32.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is for nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;since nicole wants me to update i shall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;She wants me to do this thing where you write five random and weird things about yourself. I don't know what's weird about me, perhaps everything, and i probably couldn't restrict myself to five so yea...here it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;1. I don't read very much. In fact, I probably only read one or two novels per year. That's how busy I am. I would rather go out, play sport, or play music than read. Reading is good in winter but that's about it. And the genres I read are very limited. I pretty much only like stuff that is about life or mysteries. I love books by Janet Evanovich. They're really funny. Nicholas Sparks, the guy who wrote A Walk to Remember, writes sad but heart-warming stories. I have a reading journal to do right not for english. I have to write about twenty things I have read. I think half of my entries are going to be about the sports news that are on the back page of The West everyday. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;2. I'm really short. Hahaha. I'm usually told that I look taller than I actually am. You probably don't really realise that I'm really short until you measure me or stand next to me or something. I'm accepting the fact that I'm short. It would be nice though if people didn't highlight the fact that I'm extraoredinarily short or that they're quite a bit taller than me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a very insecure person. I'm not actually as confident as most people think I am. People who've played sport with me would know this but I think most other people would be suprised by it. I don't really know what to say about this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hmmm...I'm quite a lazy person. Or maybe not lazy but not very self-disciplined. Everytime I say I'm going to do something, I don't neccessarily stick to it. I'm trying to change that but it's hard....being lazy is actually quite annoying...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is actually harder than I thought....lol....that's not number five....em.....i don't know what to write....anyone who would like to add to this...please go ahead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my violin exam....by ten marks...i don't know what to feel about it....hmmm well gtg now...cya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-113170365229356196?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113170365229356196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=113170365229356196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/113170365229356196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/113170365229356196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-is-for-nicole.html' title='this is for nicole'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-112470843202004685</id><published>2005-08-22T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T04:00:32.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22/8/05</title><content type='html'>look at the date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes..it's  a very important day today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drum roll please*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who has wished me happy birthday and for the presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot. He. Don't i always say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue said some stuff to me last Saturday and it kinda upset me but she was honest and that was good. It made me wonder about what I really wanted out of life and how far I wanted to go withthings. Like with tennis, I'd be happy to just start playing pennants every Sunday and winning and maybe eventually go on to state tournaments when i'm older but that's about it. But with squash, i want to go much much further than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to work hard if I want to do all these things. I keep saying I'll do things but I don't always keep to it. I know this but I still can't change it. I need to be more disciplined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about the future and I can't help that. I have to trust in Him, as so many have told me. It's hard but I have to. I dont' control the future he does. Trust, have faith and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Kelly, Christine, Crystal and Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks again to everyone. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-112470843202004685?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112470843202004685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=112470843202004685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112470843202004685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112470843202004685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/08/22805.html' title='22/8/05'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-112375789163809170</id><published>2005-08-11T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T03:58:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Never go into anything with high hopes and expectations ; you'll ALWAYS be disappointed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tHe StoRy Of My liFe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-112375789163809170?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112375789163809170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=112375789163809170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112375789163809170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112375789163809170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/08/never-go-into-anything-with-high-hopes.html' title=''/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-112368079751117096</id><published>2005-08-10T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:33:17.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder...</title><content type='html'>Wednesday. Midway through the week. What a long week it has been. A long dreadful one, mind you. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - totally stuffed up my Math test&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - nominated for netball team thing&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - horrigible ( yes nic your word) tennis session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk about my math test. I'd honestly prefer to forget it. What's done is done. Let bygones be bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still screwed it up pretty bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's tennis session set me thinking again about what I want out of my sports. It's such a big matter to me. I know that my parents would simply think of sport as something on the side. For me, however, it's really big - much much bigger than that. I'm not saying that I want to make it a profession; I don't believe I'm cut out for playing on such a big stage. But I would so love to make it onto the State team and go to the Nationals for squash next year. I wouldn't even mind playing in the Olympics one day - but hey, that's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard to I want to work to do well in my sports? How hard am I going to work to do what it takes to achieve my goals? Will I ever be able to achieve those goals? Are they even remotely realistic? Do I have the potential and talent to go that far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a bit wasted and burnt out right now..a nice good hit at the courts tomorrow might not be such a bad idea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how hard are you gonna push? how bad do you want it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things to do:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- get number of new tennis coach at blue gum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- go practise squash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- find out about pennants&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- practise violin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- fill in forms for WAYO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-112368079751117096?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112368079751117096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=112368079751117096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112368079751117096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112368079751117096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder...'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-112255575032617115</id><published>2005-07-28T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T06:02:30.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts.</title><content type='html'>It's thursday today, and an unusually hot winter day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think that Thursday is Friday. For some reason, having english on Thursdays seems to make the week more final than having music on Fridays. Tomorrow won't feel complete though because I don't get to go to Jaime's house. Oh well, i'm going over on Sunday anyway, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a week to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had sport again today. We learnt the Cha Cha...What a sight! It was so fun and funny, as always. Half the guys kept looking at their feet cos they had to make sure they were doing the right thing. And because of that, they held the girls at an arm's length. Lol. But not Pablo. Damn he's good. The amount of hip movement he generates is extremely scary. VERY SCARY. Jaime was saying that she was looking down to watch what her feet were doing and she could keep seeing this pair of shorts swaying. I was so amused when she said that. I almost burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went down to Kardinya Tennis Club after school. I walked home in record time. I was home by five past three instead of quarter past three. Mum greeted me by asking me what I was doing home. How nice. I had to take the bus. Baah. I had to wear my disgracefully horrible looking shorts which are HUGE on the bus and walk up Sommerville Bvd and down Prescott Dve past this All Saints guy who for some reason was looking at me. But it was all good. The view from the top of Prescott Dve is amazing. You can see the hills and it's so quiet. The session was pretty good. The group she takes there is much smaller, but there aren't as many good players. There's only Kirsty, Blake, Nathan and Michelle sorta. But the technical stuff is really good. You really get to work a lot more with Donna and Jo. Jo was pretty surprised that to find out that I'd only been playing for seven months. She reckons I should play pennats. I told her I was thinking about it and that I just wanted to get my ankle strong and all. Steph recommends that I play in the Manning tournament to start off. I just might take her up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had parent-teacher meetings today. Mum and I walked to school and saw the teachers withher. She saw my SnE, Science, English, French and Math teachers, in that order. I've never actually been to one of those meetings before. I remember going to one in first grade but then the teacher told me to go wait outside. Hehe. And I met Steph's mum. It was sooooo coincidental. We were all waiting for Mr Thompson, who was taking his own sweet time with each and every parent. It was well worth the wait though for him because speaking with him turned out to be quite fruiful. I'm doing better in math than I expected to be doing. My english teacher reckons I need to talk more as does my SnE teacher. The meetings were quite good on the whole. ;c)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about things. Well, I always am anyway. I have counselling for year 11 next Thursday and I have to choose all my subjects before that. The subjects I choose to do affects the course I do in university. I've set my sights on sports phyiotherapy plus an arts degree. You can't do the two together but you can do them one after the other, which is what I hope to do. Anyway, I've just been thinking about the future and all my hopes and dreams (excuse the lameness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much I want do do. There's so much I want to achieve. I want to learn and complete so much. I want to play all these sports. I want to learn all these instruments. I want to attain this level in everything. I have so many expectations of myself and everything I do. Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport:&lt;br /&gt;Tennis and Squash *&lt;br /&gt;Netball - summer season and for school next year? [mental note - go to kmart and buy that ball!]&lt;br /&gt;Soccer - summer season and for school next year? &lt;br /&gt;Hockey - hrmph&lt;br /&gt;Athletics - work on fitness and we'll see about doing the athletics season this year. If not, concentrate on the others, and wait till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance - convince mum to let me do it sometime???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;Violin*&lt;br /&gt;Guitar and drums - practise urself!&lt;br /&gt;Oboe/Flute - ??&lt;br /&gt;Voice - ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I want to do is follow you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into the emptiness...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is the space in between us...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To race and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bring us together again...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-112255575032617115?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112255575032617115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=112255575032617115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112255575032617115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112255575032617115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/07/thoughts.html' title='thoughts.'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-112236811891002694</id><published>2005-07-26T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:55:18.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to be or not to be...</title><content type='html'>We're almost in the middle of the second week of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have counselling for my subject selection next Thursday and I've just begun filling in all the forms I have to fill in and getting my teachers to sign my selection form. Well, actually, I've only gotten my English teacher to sign for English Literature, but I'll probably get Ms Berger to sign for French tomorrow. I've written everything in pencil because writing everything in pen seems so final. I still haven't made up my mind on whether I should do special tennis or not either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of my first week back at school. Or well, not really highlights but the funny/interesting stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport!&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahaha...sport if fun and funny. We're doing social dancing. We've learnt the rumba, the barn dance, the progressive jive and some other one. We're going to learn the cha cha next. Lol...it's hilarious. The girls have to do all the hard work. Some of the guys are surprisingly good dancers and some are just pure terrible. Jaime, Katie, me and some other people always have a good laugh about sport after each lesson. It's just so fun to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Today, we did one of the earlier dances we had learnt and Mr Samanek didn't go through the dance before we actually did it, which is what he usually does. He just told us the steps for the first three counts. So he put on the music and we did the first three counts and everyone stopped! No one knew what to do. It was so funny. LOL. Then after we'd done a bit of dancing and revising, we had a snowball. Lisa and Rashmi kept fighting over Michael - it was so silly! Jaime and me were like, now we know what Michael's gonna be talking about in Caregroup tomorrow. They sure fed his ego! But it was really really fun. Our sport class has quite a few more girls than guys so the girls tend to have rotate dancing the guys' parts. It's the first class I've had where there are more girls than guys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;I got told off twice in one lesson by Mr Stapleton. It's not my bloody fault I knew what he was talking about. I think Rashmi is a bad influence. She laughs at the most inappropriate times. Hrmph. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun +  Funny&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-112236811891002694?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112236811891002694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=112236811891002694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112236811891002694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112236811891002694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='to be or not to be...'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-112152676812025489</id><published>2005-07-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T08:12:48.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new start.</title><content type='html'>It's half a year gone. I'm half way through high school and I'm going to start the new term day after tomorrow. Hm. I'm actually kinda scared about the rest of the year and how it's gonna turn out. We're like at the business end of school life. The bit that counts. Still. I don't think it's just school that's bothering me. It's other stuff as well, like the headache I'm having right now and my inability to sleep. More importantly, my music and sports. There's so much I want to do with them and I think I'm just beginning to realise exactly how much sport means to me and how much I want to make it a integral part of my life both now and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my ankle a couple of weeks ago. On the Friday of the 6th week of the school term to be exact. I was on crutches for the whole of the following week and on the weekend before the 8th week of school started, I started limping around and somehow managed to actually go back to school that week. I stretched the tendon there pretty badly and almost broke the bone, but luckily it was all okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a while for the seriousness and extent of the injury set in. Like how bad Nathan Brown's double bone leg fracture was. I eventually realised that my sports were not really going to resume for a while and they didn't. Tennis didn't resume because Donna, my coach, had to have an operation on her knees - her 15th, apparently. Scary. And I didn't start playing squash again because my leg was so weak. I couldn't play in the league finals for my team. In fact, I don't even know if they won in the end or not but oh well. I couldn't play for Como Hot Shots and I couldn't play for State Junior Age. Not playing the State Junior Age was a major let-down for me. I was really looking forward to proving myself good for the State Junior Squad and perhaps even have a shot at playing in the Nationals in the team event. But no. I had gone practically all the way back to square one. I finally played again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. It felt good to whack the ball hard again. Very good. Especially after how crap this week has been. I won't even get started on how bad this week has been - the worst one in the whole year i would say. My backhand's still there and forehand's alright. But the shots in the back court are HORRIBLE. Indescribably terrible. My legs just wouldn't let me bear my weight in the right way either. I was always off-balance and I could barely get through the boast-drive drill. I was megaly pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel so frustrated. I want to achieve so many things. I wanna do so much. I just keep muckingup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-112152676812025489?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112152676812025489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=112152676812025489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112152676812025489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112152676812025489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-start.html' title='a new start.'/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14438784.post-112122386055225959</id><published>2005-07-12T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:04:20.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>test. test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needed a change X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14438784-112122386055225959?l=flyme-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112122386055225959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14438784&amp;postID=112122386055225959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112122386055225959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14438784/posts/default/112122386055225959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flyme-away.blogspot.com/2005/07/test.html' title=''/><author><name>madhi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638227892191528829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
