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Jannine Irel Barrete Gamayot
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Monday, December 7, 2009 - 9:06 PM
ready to put the towel down?

I feel really guilty, once again..
It has been rough, that's for sure. But what can we do? Are we gonna give up now?
Well, i know some people had given up long time ago.
But are you sure you really want that? Are you a sore loser?
The scoldings we always get... Yeah. I know it's not worth it anymore...
The emptiness in that room.. I don't hear the beautiful music anymore. I don't hear the praises anymore.. I don't feel the satisfaction anymore.

The question is, am i ready to give it all up?
Maybe that will make my life easier. No more worries about the attendance..
No more worries about feeling tired after every practice..
Even he was giving up on us.
The man who doesn't give up easily, IS GIVING UP ON US.


Anyway, lets think happy thoughts now..
YFC Christmas Party 2009 on saturday(5/12) was fabulous. Everyone was oh-so-gorgeous.
Ate awesome food, played this dance game( the one you cannot move when the music stops), took loads of pictures, had this Grammy award thing and we danced all night. OK, well, till 10pm..

And the following sunday morning(6/12), mariam and i had to go for the dance rehearsal. I was reluctant to go coz i was sooo tired, but i was just thinking of her.. She'll be all alone if i don't go! haha.
And that took my whole morning, but it was kinda fun.
Rested at home, and then went for the 6pm mass. That was the last mass for Father Johnson.
He'll be moving to divine mercy, which is at pasir ris.
I practically grew up in holy trinity so i guess i would want to go to both churches..


Sigh, we'll see what happens tomorrow..
Thanks for the chocolates, Kishen and Faizul!
I wanna hear music again. PLEASE.