Monday, October 20, 2008
i finally deleted all your sms-es.. after 8 friggin months! or at least.. most of them.. still kept the one when u asked me if we were still meeting today.. the one when u asked me if i was feeling better.. the one when u said thank u for everything.. inter alia. but i guess its jus me i like keeping stuff for no particular reason.
the only thing that makes up my life these days are law, soccer, my family & friends..and..did i mention soccer? and i kinda like it this way..what a status change..for once in my life. at least there isnt the danger of feeling like crap the night before an impt assignment's due with such an arrangment.
10:20 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Friday, October 03, 2008
LawOnes 13 - 0 LawGrads.
:)
9:56 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
It's amazing how small the world is..When I sent Jolene home just now I was surprised to find out that she stays in the house that I used to go to for tuition during my JC days. Her dad was my tuition teacher! How's that for coincidence! It'd be hilarious if we happened to be dating. lol.
When I least expected it, our eyes met momentarily at the grandstand, and an instantaneous sinking feeling overwhelmed me. I didn't know what to do or say nor how to react, and fell prisoner to my instincts, which made me shift my line-of-sight, perhaps rather awkwardly, away from your piercing gaze. I continued walking in the same direction, pretending that I never knew you. Then again, in light of all that had happened, it probably wasn't pretense, because in an abstract sense, I never knew you.
12:35 AM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
I have to start studying! The psuedo holiday is inexorably coming to an end! And if I don't get A for my Closed Memo this time I'll be damn emo! I was pretty disappointed that I got an A- for the Email Assignment, cos I actually spent half a freaking day of my life on it! :(
11:03 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I hate getting injured and i hate losing and I especially hate it when I specially woke up early only to accomplish the former two.
Tired.
and i'd give up forever to touch you..
5:14 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
The law year 1 team is awesome. Each and everyone of them is simply fantastic. I've had my fair share of crap teams so if there were anyone who knew best what the essence of "one man doesn't make a team" was and how important it is to have a good team, it'd be me. I used to think that I was THE player of any team that I played for and every attack had to revolve around me. In short, I always thought that it was me that made any team tick. But in recent times, the importance of a team has never been more apparent to me. No one's an individual and no one can ever win a match by being an individual. So no more me, me, me.. it's us, us and us! Every single one of the boys who played their hearts out of Friday were brilliant and I'm proud of us!
Next victim: Law 4s!
I wonder how long more my ankle can take it though. For years I've been playing through injury..and the pain's been getting worst in recent matches. Ever since the permanent injury I sustained in Sec 4, I've lost so much speed and a little bit of guts. I'm so damn slow now, and play with too much caution. I can never complete a match without feeling like someone set off a bomb in my ankle the next day. The doctor said I'll probably have to walk on crutches at 40 given the rate of degeneration that my ankle is undergoing, and I echo his sentiment. It's scary. And I'm scared. I ought to give up soccer, but I could never bring myself to.
1:29 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
ima quit emo-posting!
1:58 AM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
We should have been in Japan together right about now. If the hands of time reversed, I'd probably make the same mistake of falling for you again.
dammit my stomach ache's excruciating.
9:02 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
