Monday, February 07, 2005
- 7:00 am
1437 on a hot sunday afternoon;
hoping things will stay this way;
shoes drying on the outside;
gonna play soccer today
its sunday; friday and saturday flashed in a blur of activity and the syndrome once refered to as rameshs' panathea. saturday was long; and coincidentally it was also yesterday.
debates in the morning, we lost to ACJC but beat Millenia Institute (Bartley) after a pathetic performance on both sides. as one of the coaches, i was disappointed with the result but glad that we got a top six placing for a team consisting mainly of first timers although several times throughout the debates i felt like smacking my head and cursing loudly. after that i went back by mrt with namita and priyanka; went home changed out and played soccer (SIX people came. what the hell.) taking shots from set pieces etc. something strange happened though.
i had passed the ball to colin who was running up; all of a sudden colin hits the ball, but it bounces against a root and flies up into uncles face. his turban flies off and turns out his glasses are broken and theres a small cut on his nose; at which point i race up to get a cold drink at james request for the cut. uncle leaves, and at that point so do the rest of us. walking up to brookvale condominiums to amrits house for his surprise party. along the way however, i see this broken road sign (you know the one telling you theres a bend up ahead) so i pick up the bloody twenty kilo thing and walk like one bloody klick to amrits house where we all sign the sign (ha!) and on the back fill in the W.I.N.S.T.O.N (we indians never salute to other nations) Beer Party This Way with the names of all the Winston members (akesh, krinesh, jamal, amrit, arya, that indian girl and colin got added as an honourary indian together with roy) and since lily complained so much we added another section for non-indian wannabes and put lily and graces' names there. never before have so many people wanted to be indian (surprise surprise). so we go down and when amrit comes down- we all shout and he gets the shock of his life haha as we all wish him; and i hug him and tell him to go and die after his mom asked why noone was hugging him and wishing him. amrits sister (who looks like a brother (not arya!)) is a huge pain in the arse; and looks like an arse too. anyway i leave with colin and jamal as we walk home like drunk indians. the wine had a rich aroma, but was woody with a lingering acidic aftertaste.
disorder, disorder
it might be afternoon, but already i feel so tired. life is slowing down and speeding up erratically, jumping from place to place and theres nothing or noone to fill in the blank spaces in between, or to go to. theres nothing worth anything here anymore. i dont know.
this whole post sucks. ill give you all something more poetic some other time.
somewhere between silence and cold
hit the stars
