as ever, with a good book to read, it always ends with a sense of emptiness on my part. always the same - reach the last page, linger on the last word, of the last line, and then refusing to close the book and shut out the world that you've become so much a part of. Smoke and Mirrors, an anthology of short stories, rich with imagination where ( Read more... )

strange day it was today. a complex set of emotions that i can't distinguish. overwhelmed by the tide of events that has happened lately. undeniably, one of which - certainly, of course - has to be COLDPLAY'S TWISTED LOGIC CONCERT. the day was 10 July 06 ( Read more... )

STOMACHACHE!
it feels as though worms are churning inside, eating its way out. has anyone watched 'the langoliers' on channel 5 waaaaay back when we were but innocent kids? yes, round beef balls with saw-like razor teeth. well the entire clan and its extended family seems to be holed up in my tummy, gnawing it's way out. i feel like dying. ( Read more... )

and as i sit at home these days, i feel the fat globules slowly turning to LARD. soccer is making my attempts at studying even more laborious. all i need now is a can of pepsi as i plonk my huge arse comfortably in front of the telly with my huge belly. got chips? sloth really is my greatest sin.

you don't say,

it's the same thing, repeated. nothing's changed. only time has warped.

MY SECURITY GUARD THOUGHT I WAS A FILIPINO MAID AND STARTED TALKING TO ME IN TAGALOG.

exhausting.

final club game.

just stay. rays melt and glow on you. such a good timing as this. looming, yet nothing is touched. game's a wreck and it's ongoing. there you stood, with that look upon your face. the act of committing almost indulged. hoping for the senseless and unachievable. the sun slowly fades as the blues seep under. fallen like the old sentiments but never ( Read more... )

The man who said "I'd rather be lucky than good" saw deeply into life. People are afraid to face how great a part of life is dependent on luck. It's scary to think so much is out of one's control. There are moments in a match when the ball hits the top of the net and for a split second it can either go forward or fall back. With a little luck it ( Read more... )