the pace is too fast / you just wont last

damn! i cant believe we totally missed the show. paid 120 for them tickets and we totally forgot the show was today at 8pm.. i say today coz even though already pass midnight, i havent sleep. so still the same day lah. lolx.

yes. back to the stupid mistake. what were we doing at the time the show was playing? sleeping. can you fucking believe it? how cock can i get sia. i blame myself for it i guess. knowing we wanted to watch, i didnt make that extra effort to remember.. reason? my usual forgetful-ness totally forgot the date it was today. yeah, i got reminded a few times here and there. but i wasnt thinking about the show then! and when i think of the show, and remember its on one of the last days of feb, it was already too late.

argh.

please.just.kill.me

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Saturday 23 February 2008

retirement

and then its over. 4 years in university, 3 years in hall. 3 inter hall games have i partaken in. and that was the last for my "career". as a touch rugby player for hall, as a track runner.

having won touch last year, i took up the responsibility of captain, with a mission to fulfill.. that a champion is not truly a champion by winning, but by winning it again and holding on to it. alas. it was not to be. after all those sweat, blood and tears spilled, all those hours put into training and going through all those moves, perfecting them and making them work in a game, we were unable to make our efforts count.

truth be told, i lost sight of something important in the aftermath of that day. i forgot that even the best teams do not always win, all the time. even champions have their off days. but they bounce back, and work harder, and achieve greater things. i do hope the future teams hold more, now that the solid foundation has been set.

after all. i read this somewhere.. champions do not become champions when they win the event, but in the hours, weeks, months and years they spend preparing for it. true aint it?

that said, the nostalgia and the reluctance to let go is evident. part of me just dont want to leave my comfort zone, to grow up. i can hardly believe its been 4 years already. while i never was one to be "hall-is-my-everything" kind of person, there is pride and the desire to perform, whenever i don the colours. and not being able to achieve what we set out to. it just crushes you.

minister.of.speed
the title "conferred" to me just last year. what? its been that long already? guess it has stuck. as it is evident..

looking back down the curve. seeing my teammate hurtle towards me. the moment he crosses the line, i set off. bursting down the last of the curve into the straight. "up" he calls and i thrust out my arm. feeling the cool metal smack into my palm. closing my fingers and yanking it away as i sprint down the line. those in front serve as bait. targets for me to lock on and chase. as the gap closes and they are within arms length. alas. the finish line has been reached. no more.

picking up the ball and passing it to a team mate. the spinning ball comes at me like a bullet. plucking it out of the air i take off. bursting down the side as the round the line and go down to score. sure. those will happen again. just not with the same people. not with the same team.

as with all, we have our differences. our shortcomings. but to put everything aside. and play for each other. ones strength covering anothers weakness. thats the stuff champions are made of.

my.ihg.career.is.over

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Friday 1 February 2008

what...

what does a man who can afford everything and live in luxurious abundance NOT have?
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humility.

dont.be.that.man

Labels: girls, randomness

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