the not so swell season

I'll put it plainly, simply, calling a spade a spade, the end to my form 4 term is not all that. Luckily for the one week off (Deepavali), but the days just go by like they weren't there to start with.

Studying is the name of the game. I'm not a fan of this game though.But well, since everyone is doing it, and the saying is "if you can't beat them, join them" so mind as well put every thing aside and just deal with it. It's just another 3 weeks anyway.

This post's aim is of course to serve as a motivation. If you are reading this post,


HURRY AND GET OFFLINE, THIS IS NO LAUGHING MATTER, STUDY. XD



till the next of such posts,
gotta hit the books.


"tongue tied but still, I knew what I wanted to say, but you weren't there to hear it", "brick walls are closing in, let's make a run for it, cause if you'll jump, i'll jump too. never looking back"
-plucked from "about a girl" and "skyward avenue"


- to more studying inspirations -

the colour of today was great

And there we were, gazing at the horrible state of the football pitch which is our very own Dataran and then even horrible state of affairs on it. The "premier" schools of JB sports tournament kicked off this morning and if this was a glimpse of what was to come, I suggest to all, don't bother going. A nice tan is all you'd get for your efforts.

The day started with me reaching school only to know I was about to be on duty for the football matches. Met my "grandma". Damn I think I'm addicted. ( This is your foult Alex )

Quickly donned my number "4" st john tee. Got ready and left for the Dataran. Being accustomed to Malaysian timing, we knew it was never going to start at 9.30 as scheduled. And damn right we were. The match between EC and Kluang kicked off at 11.30. A full two hours later.

Luckily, there was another game before that to keep us company. Muar High took on Batu Pahat High. They were wearing orange and red respectively and thus labelled Holland and Russia by us. Holland started off slower of the two teams. Russia pressed on their advantage and took the lead through a spectacular free kick just outside the area. The crowd ( me, sean, jet ) went wild. Robben ( some bald dude for the Muar team ) equalised with a beautiful lob goal. Sean and myself was left in awe. What a sweet left foot he had. The rest of the half was spent in Holland's half. Swings of the players boots reached a record high. The ball was still no where near the net though. Thankfully, the second half was more exciting. Two crappy goals were scored by Russia. Crappy but it sure did provide some fun. The match ended with the score. Yes ladies and gentleman, the score, RUSSIA 3 - 1 HOLLAND.


Soon after, the EC match started. They had a shortage of referees apparently so they reused the referees. If EC was the pinnacle of sporting success in JB, I'd figure no team would be labelled poor. They played awfully bad. And this is me trying to look on the good side of things. Sean agreed. More swings of the boot were done. This time rather aimlessly by the home team. Their strikers were at least a head shorter than their opposite defenders. And as heaven would have it, they fell behind to Kluang just under half an hour. The half ended that way. The second half commenced and EC attacked. They did right till the end and were awarded a penalty right at the death. Our number 10 stepped up and duly converted the penalty and we went into a state of euphoria. Forgetting that they had played badly, I felt proud at that exact moment.


The rest of the day went rather well. Had extra accounts lesson, went to cs ( saw my grandma), rushed to pelangi (hee), had fun there ( definitely ), tuition was great too. Alvin just adds so much colour to the already so colourful class. So maybe going home wasn't all that but it's just a shade of dullness in my almost perfect colourful day.


- to more colourful days to lift me up-

LEFT WAITING, TILL THE END

He was many things. Somehow, many wasn't quite enough for people around him. More so for the ones he feels something for. He had been waiting. Years. Others came in. Stolen somewhat his place he feels. BUT, that's juts how he feels, too naive, too eager. He thought he was too quiet in his early days, he tried to change to be closer to someone.


He did. Change the only thing that stands still in this ever changing world.


To his despair, change was the one thing that brought him further from that one special someone. He's doing something else now. Taking a different path. More people have come into the picture. Down the order he's been thrown. Although his feelings have not changed, he somewhat feels different.


Yes , it was you he thought. It was always you. Forever has come and gone yet he still waits. It was you and it it still is was the one line he still had remained in him.


" IT WAS YOU "


He died in the end. In all that waiting. He did not prevail. Gave in to circumstances.
On the day of his funeral, he looked on from above. Saw sights that made him feel at peace at long last. The ones he cared for were there. They were all there. he then left to move on. Knowing what life would have been and looking forward to the one at hand.




p/s, this post does not mean anything. thought of writing something emo. HAHA
comments are definitely welcomed



- you made my blue eyes blue -

to the hustle or should it be hassle?

Finally the hustle and hassle of life in form four is taking a toll on me.

Here's what I've been experiencing lately.

Got sick.

Didn't go school.

Felt better, attended school. Fell sick again today.

Completed homework. More homework pilled up. As if the initial ones weren't done at all.

SIGH

But birthdays are coming thick and fast this month. So let me wish someone a belated birthday here.

TO BOTAK NUM 2 HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!
(thanks so much for dinner? today)

Looking forward to the other birthdays coming. WOOHOO. You guys and girls know who you are la. That's all for now though. Back to homework.


-to birthdays and more birthdays-