The Gambler Lyrics:
Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
’cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.
Which basically suggests that if you are going to have a hard time it'd better came from somewhere you coulndn't expect, so you can decide again what to you with your hand. That makes me feel terribly guilty because we are on the 16th and I'm already wondering which plan should I cancel (too many "sure, I'll be there!" for the end of this month). Besides, this particular obsession of mine for inviting to my female friends no matter what has proven not to be of a great aid for my economy. Hum... and going out only with guys is not the solution eheheh.
This week another trainee goes back to her country. Goodbye Rita, without you the group will loose all its energy! :( I'm starting to think that all this are just but insinuations from my guardian angel to get more time to write my paper. Recently I cannot think in anything else. Ironically, I do all except that. And this evening is the dance class *sigh*