hitting rock bottom

I think i'm on the verge of hitting rock bottom.
Juggling work and dance practise is no joke.
I feel as if i've got no life of my own anymore.
a good portion belongs to the company, and the remaining belongs to the studio.

What about my own "me" time?
The lack of personal time is demoralising, and looking at myself,
my legs are full of bruises, and i keep accumulating newer and huger bruises!

The picture in red shoes was taken last week in studio
The one below is taken today!
This are merely the external injuries...

let's not forget all the non visible random muscles that i've pulled, that hurt alot!

I guess the theory of "look good, feel good" applies here.
However it's quite the opposite for me - where "look bad, feel shitty" seems to be the case.
Argh! i cannot wait for the performance to be over!

So little time, and yet so much to be done.
I need a break really badly, and this had all better be worth it.

In case you're interested in what i'm suffering for, event details are enclosed in the picture.
I'm sure i'll be alot more enthusiastic when the event is closer!

Meanwhile, goodbye cruel world til the 7th!

Different sides of Daphne

I figured that hanging out with different people brings out the different side of me.
Naughtier, sweeter, cuter, quieter, hyper.. you get the idea...
(and in case you don't)

When i'm out with Adi and/or Audrey, i'm the queen.
When i'm with Quack, im the kiddo.
With Da, we're noisy.
With Ben, we're random but mostly either full of laughter or we get really pensive about secondary school days.

With Zoe - i'm the silly crazy girl.
and when i'm alone?
Hah! That, i dont quite know :(

My agnes B lightning/whistle necklace!

Woo Hoo!
Adi dropped me a surprise today!
It's literally a surprise because i really wasnt expecting it! Hahaha
It's supposed to be a congrats you've found a job/super happy belated birthday present
i think.
I kept kidding about getting Adi an ugly lime green tie for his birthday!
Ta Dah!
It's the Agnes B necklace that i've been eying at since like forever! Luckily he got me the lightning one! Yippers!
Close up of my whistle! The picture does no justice to the lightning! :(

Oh well, time to shop for a pressie for the bestie!
Maybe it's time for that ugly lime green tie to show up!
Hahah!

Greek Mythology

As a kid, i ofter wondered my folks deliberated on the name Daphne, for me - of which the various stories i've heard from mommy goes somewhat like "because i think the name sounds nice", or "I was comtemplating between naming you Jolene or Daphne, but i guess i liked Daphne better". Hah!

For starters, my name was the derivative of a Laurel plant in greek.
According to the greek mythology, Daphne was a nymph who was better know as Apollo's supposed first love. Alas it was a futile love story that lives to tell.

The geist of the story begins as a malice of Cupid, who was pissed at Apollo's sacarstic remarks, causing Cupid to draw 2 arrors of different makes from his quiver - the first was a gold, sharp pointed gold arrow, shot at Apollo that was meant to excite love, while the latter, a blunt arrow tipped with lead was aimed at Daphne, causing her to repel the thought of loving.

Seized with love, Apollo pursued Daphne dementedly.
As she fled,he followed after, swifter than the wind.

Apollo said to Daphne:
I am not a foe. Do not fly me as a lamb flies the wolf, or a dove fleding the hawk.
It is for love I pursue you. You make me miserable, fearing that you should fall and hurt yourself on these stones, and I should be the cause. Pray run slower, and I will follow slower. My arrows fly true to the mark;but alas! An arrow more fatal than mine has pierced my heart!
( I'm feeling rather unindustrious summerising at the moment, do pardon the lame text insert)

The nymph continued her flight, and left his pleas half uttered.
So flew the god on the wings of love, and she on those of fear.

Daphne eventually transformed into a Laurel tree when she pleaded with her father (a river god) to get her out of her predicament.

"Since you cannot be my wife,"said Apollo, "you shall assuredly be my tree. I will wear you for my crown, and with you I will decorate my harp and my quiver. When the great Roman conquerors lead up the triumphal pomp to the Capitol, you shall be woven into wreaths for their brows. And,as eternal youth is mine, you also shall be always green, and your leaf know no decay." (wow!)

Such a sad story, but ZzZzz.. i hope no one's fallen asleep from reading this yet.
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But the bottom line of my purpose in writing this story is to accentuate that
life and love is full of one way streets.
Heed traffic advise, and use alternate routes - no point contributing to the jam statistics.
After all, Unreciprocated emotions are merely a matter of misguided arrows.
Cheer up, twiddle thumb and hope for better aims and accuracy! :)