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Friday, April 04, 2008


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whenever i feel down
i'd just head down to the nearby soccer court
near my hse to get a game.
it seems to perk me up everytime.
it makes me feel good about myself
its as if on the court
i'm invincible
i'll be pulling all the strings in the game
no-look pass
backheels
crazy flicks
stepovers flipflap.

i guess the reason it makes me feel good
is that its a way of expressing myself.
hmm come to think of it
maybe the reason i feel down
its because i feel something deep down
but i dont know how to deal with that feeling
so i play to let it all out..?
i'm not quite sure if i say so myself.

haha i've gotta admit
i'm one problematic asshole.



| Malcolm. fought for sanity @ 6:55 AM|

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Wednesday, April 02, 2008


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really
we should treasure all the things we have
and all the things we are given to
haha i seem to think alot about life
if i stay up late.
because some things you just couldnt bring back
some things you just cant have again once you lose it
be it by reason
because all that's left after that
is just emptiness and blame.
but this is life.
and we always never learn to appreciate what we have
until its gone..poof
you know..
we tend to always think of our parents as
the people who always tells you off
the people who you perceive to not understand you
well a fact suddenly hit me square in the face
parents are like you and me
they're still finding their way in life
they're still learning about life everyday
so they might make mistakes along the way
be it the mistake of not understanding you more
spending more time with you etc.
they're like you and me at one point in time.
what we need to do is to be a better child to them..
even this
i have no idea how to go about doing it
well..i'm still young am i?
maybe i'll find out along the way..this path called life.

off to watch the champions league alr
just wanted an avenue to pen down my thoughts
its been a very crazy past week.
7days to ns



| Malcolm. fought for sanity @ 11:18 AM|

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