production is over, and it is the last set i will ever build and all i can say is, dingo, debbie, amanda and aaron, you guys did a magnificent job.
i don’t think i will ever forget my days at the backstage of the chinese high drama centre but all good things have to end i guess.
cap in 3 hours time, i do not believe i will survive but i will at least peservere.
there is nothing quite like the scent of the morning rain wafting by at two in the morning because there is silence and peace and tranquility and for the first time in months i feel a comforting sense of solace that i finally owe myself. eva cassidy sings in the background and an old friend will be meeting other old friends when school begins in august and it is a funny sense of irony, i told her; the uncle and auntie who sells the red plate economical rice at chinese high are gone and i miss them quite muchly; i watched grey’s anatomy today at eleven today and i cried more furiously than i have in months; in between nostalgia and sadness i ate ice cream at the island creamery for the first time in my life and i broke a wooden spoon.
and i got stung by a mosquito on my toes.
maybe there is a point in time where a couple who had just broken up are thinking about each other and contemplating the possibility of being together again and are strongly inclined towards it but yet something somewhat invariably dissuades themselves from so, and then they meet again a decade later with different partners, and they will never know how close they were to being together again; how would they feel, how would we, as omniscent witnesses feel.
i honestly feel very sad for arsenal; ten men down, a goal up and not having conceded in 995 minutes and five minute away from their millennia mark, eto o scored. four minutes later, belletti scored, and then their first champions league trophy was not to be. they played so magnificently, especially ashley cole and frederick ljunberg, who hustled and ran and muscled his way through and i honestly felt tonnes of respect for the calvin klein model, a looker who fought with every ounce of his heart, injuries and all. and there was campbell, who fought demons of his own, both outer and inner and having overcome them all, especially the latter which is never an easy thing to do, scored a magnificent header to put the gunners ahead. but a second champion’s league fairytale triumph in two years was not to be, and jens lehmann’s dismissal would prove to be fatal.
but nothing, nothing could could be more disappointing than thierry henry; he fluffed an open shot in the third minute, failed to chip victor valdes after being sent on a through pass, and when ljunberg hustled a ball and went through the last line of defence, henry didn’t run to make himself open to score a tap in; he was just content to sit back and let his backline soak up the pressure and honestly, i felt so very sorry for his teammates. the man who promised so much, failed to deliver when there has never ever been a needier moment for him to, and amongst the crestfallen faces of his teammates, i almost felt like crying.
it was almost like the sixteenth of july 2003.
this year i will be 21 and today i met kids 5 years younger than me. they are born in 1990 and i guess this is the time for me to feel old and antediluvian; i am playing dire straits on my mpeg player (why aren’t you using itunes pak? because i grew up with mpeg and i have a silly foolish sort of loyalty.) and i’m wondering, if i ll ever be in a situation dire enough for me to burn and perish. people are constantly changing and i don’t think i can hold onto them for much longer and maybe sometimes it’s time to let go. but you learnt that a year ago didn’t you old boy.
rude van nistelrooy scored a goal in the 4th minute and nando morientes equalised in the 44th. what will it take for my liverpool to win manure in fm2006.
yesterday i finally returned to the red tarmac and god only knows how much i’ve missed training. my achilles tendinitis has finally subsided and it was with unbridled joy that i began training again, albeit with a guy who just clock 11.35 in the recent national juniors; effectively that meant he ran 11.1secs, which is only 0.7 faster than me during MY peak. clearly it was pwnage and rape. there’s no longer any explosiveness in my legs which was very apparent when i started off against younger boys because in the past while i would just pull away from most people immediately, these days it took me the 30th metre mark before raw strength just pulled me ahead. explosiveness my old man, explosiveness sigh.
and my fingers are just about the only muscles groups not aching now. alright i exaggerate but it really isn’t that far from the truth.
it is five am in the morning, my bio clock is completely screwed and the end is coming, oh the end is coming. it is may the ninth, and then it will be vesak day and i’m running out of public holidays before i eventually leave this place and i think i finally understand why almost everyone becomes whiny (to a certain extent) before they go overseas. because it is the conclusion of a lifetime, and a person, before they change into another one.
i don’t like the future very much, because there is so much burden on everyone and i think somewhere along the road i have ceded my passions for challenges; i say this now because i am weary and because on a less tired day i may be still be the same but for now this is my stand; i think i need to be more resolute and i have to be more confident in dealing with people whom i know do not like me and be more resolute instead of yielding and becoming almost timid. i need arrogance and brashness; where have those two traits gone.
too much have gone and passed, and i spent 190 dollars on comic singles; hopefully one day they will be worth thousands.
i never really liked politics, nah i correct myself, i absolutely despise it. but maybe you should read this instead and maybe you’ll find out the number of people attending a worker’s party rally.
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