amour amour

Monday, January 24, 2005

- 1:24 pm

is what today has been. and although barcelona beat racing santander 3-0, im infused with certainty that yeah, madrids gonna catch right up by beating mallorca 5-1 today.

dont wake me up cos its almost over

i was walking back from haresh's place and i met micheal today. i dint know he was back in singapore, because hes been at phuket most of the time helping out the tsunami victims. like how noble is that man. its when you realise life is about much much more than your little universe that you attain some form of nirvana, and then achieve completion by acting upon that bit of enlightenment. and so i went to donate my mp3 player money to the tsunami victims by leaving it with a trusted confidante. sigh. there goes my player, till next time. left with a miserable $120. ah well.

im quite pleased, because the past few days ive been having some of the best matches of my life. like yesterday, when everything was tied up at 5-5, and uncle shouted 'last goal!' and for the first time in 13 years of playing, i scored the last goal. together with one other goal, so we won 6-5, and then amrit came over. we switched on the com, but the dumb thing suddenly died and wouldnt come back on, so we set up the monopoly shit, realised that heck, we dont rlly wanna play, then set up risk until jamal came and we decided that a tsunami swept across the globe and wiped out all our soldiers. then amrit has to go, so while lamenting liverpool being 2-0 down at the 21st minute, jamal amrit and i run to his house (jamal trying to run with his huge hockey bag), all the while invoking the name of allah (allah! allah!) with utter disdain and disregard for the beliefs of others. but thats what you get when you have three drunk indians (JAMALS MUSLIM HAHAHAHAHA! so of course he dint take part in this but looked at us with some affrontment) but then we decided against drunk indian behaviour (which involves lying on the road outsides amrits house with all forms of drink while swearing and cussing like theres no tomorrow) and instead watched skool of rock till we got bored and then i ran home with my shoes in my hands screaming like a dervish.

and when it rained, i danced,
soaked and infused with the essence,
of the world, and its lifeblood

todays match was fantastic. uncle harbhajan, some man, two small boys, joshua nakata, evan, alistair, amrit, jamal, roy, boon, colin and darren came along with a number of people i think ive forgotten by now. my hamstrings are killing me, i think i strained them. but i scored four brilliant goals which im very proud of, although today we lost the match 7-6, roy scoring the last goal. but the four were so cool, one was a magnificently taken free kick, the other two tremendous efforts dribbling through everyone else to score, and this other time i passed through two players to colin who went on to score. we all fuckin rock.

the past few days have been great, but as we learn time and time again,

all the great things go away

propheten der apokalypse

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rackin' em up since before you were born
(january 2004)