and my 300th post. it'll be surprising if this space has 300 views a year though. and neither do i believe that at 22, i am still blogging. or rather, whining. heh. must be the exams. jon tan was telling me how people can get so fucking emo during this period because they feel very lonely. i couldn't agree more.
"sadness is beautiful, loneliness is tragical." -shape of my heart, backstreet boys
i wonder if they still call themselves backstreet BOYS though. yet, this sort of reminds me how fast time flies. good news, though, is that you're able to be the pilot, according to the main character in cashback. ah me and my obsession with quotes.
and happy birthday david beckham! my boyhood hero! i have to say that this guy is an incredible footballer, and how i wished to be like him when i was 10. i mean, i probably still which to be like him now, but it's less probable. heh. i still remember how i started to part my hair right in the middle after smacking on those blobs of gel. and my hair would be so damn fucking stiff, that if you attempt to twist it, it might break. but not that i would allow you to touch my hair anyway. oh, i also remembered how i tried to imitate him on the football courts, swinging my arms 180 degrees, bending my back all the way that i was almost lying on the ground and trying to use my instep to make the perfect spin. once, i bent so much that i couldn't walk properly for the next couple of weeks; yea i sprained my back. and that was when i was 10. i continue to feel the after effects every now and then, and i do wonder how am i going to survive when i'm 70.
and he epitomises passion, hard work and dedication. i don't think that there are many footballers that are able to take the numerous falls he had. and even right from the start, he is not considered as the most talented, and even his free kicks were as a result of those numerous practices when he was kid back in his school's backyard. but if there's one thing that god blessed him with, it must be that he has the heart of a lion. when he was 14, he smuggled into a fire station just to play football against people twice his age. and how he's able to fool around with such a bitchy wife shows that this guy is really brave eh. but look at his achievements: how he was able to bounce from the world cup red card to win the champions league; how he was able to hold his nerves to score that 93rd minute free kick against greece; how he was able to push real madrid towards the la liga despite being dropped at the start of the season. i really respect his dedication and professionalism for that- he never gave up; how he was willing to buy out his contract just so he can enjoy the game he love most.
however, i have to agree that he is the male version of a bimbo. just read the following:
my parents have been there for me, since i was 7.
alex ferguson is the best manager i've ever had at this level. well, he's the only manager I've actually had at this level. but he's the best manager I've ever had.
i definitely want Brooklyn to be christened, but i don't know into what religion yet.
amazing stuff. now you wonder why i grew up doing those stupid things, making those ridiculous quotes as well. in the footsteps of my boyhood hero. heh.
alright, enough about backham. i shall at least be the pilot for my macro paper on monday. yesterday was such a productive, and hopefully, today will be the same again. hopefully, there's multiplier effect towards my grade too. wish me luck :)
Smile :)
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“Before you, my life was like a moonless night, very dark, but there were stars — points of light and reason… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.”
THIS IS SPARTA!!!
ably still which to be like him now, but it's less probable. heh. i still remember how i started to part my hair right in the middle after smacking on those blobs of gel. and my hair would be so damn fucking stiff, that if you attempt to twist it, it might break. but not that i would allow you to touch my hair anyway. oh, i also remembered how i tried to imitate him on the football courts, swinging my arms 180 degrees, bending my back all the way that i was almost lying on the ground and trying to use my instep to make the perfect spin. once, i bent so much that i couldn't walk properly for the next couple of weeks; yea i sprained my back. and that was when i was 10. i continue to feel the after effects every now and then, and i do wonder how am i going to survive when i'm 70.
