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i need to know

not sure this is the how-many-times i pressed and hold backspace before i actually decided to publish this post. i needed to type something. anything. just couldn't get the right things through.

this is an ad-hoc post. i don't usually type and post at this hour of the day. but as mentioned. ya. written alot. typed alot. but something held me back. it just occurred to me. they are not important. all into the recycle bin. wastepaper basket. dustbin.

school ain't right today. yup. lessons never end early as they should. all ended late. have to rush from here to there. all sorts of things. "rush" and "wrong" goes with the day throughout without fail. maybe apologetic. failed to get a meeting running. sorry ar, group. wasn't free.

hmm. interesting concept.

a hurdle race is about to begin. eight runners. positioned themselves proper. the gun shot goes *bang*. the eight runners ran forward. like darts to the red target.

the first hurdle nearing. seven runners made it. leaping through. but there's one. who failed. too tense? wrong timing? didn't grab the idea?

the other seven made it. obviously, he's last. sportsmanship. never give up. quickly, he picked himself up. thinking he's going to make it. but again. the other seven leaped through. he fell.

he got up quickly. and dashed forward. trying to catch up. but for each and every metallic obstacle he's supposed to leap through. he tripped and fell. and he thought he could made it. throughout the race, the same thing happened. eventually, he lost. no doubt, of course.

"i'm just like any runner in the race. why can't i made it through?" like any losers will ponder. asking themselves, why, why and more why.

the reason? he's dumb... plain stupid...?

it didn't occur to him that he's being trained to run the 100m. not the hurdle. he just thought he could run the hurdle as fast as the 100m. and there he goes.

sorry ar. no link. just needed to type something. so extract something to type. alot of details missing. yup.

try wacking your bloster against the wall.
if it breaks open, i'll get you a new one.

disheartened.

take care.

for every start, there's an end...