Post 111

The theme of appearance versus reality kept popping up while watching Inception. Great movie, cool action scenes, mind blowing plot. Only way to describe it? Mindf**k.

And kinda touching too

The woman who can't be moved

She stood by the counter at centrepoint mamak. Why oh why? You baffle me Miss Mamak.

Worrying

First sem exams starts tomorrow. Haven't studied thinking skills, gonna die for law as usual.

I'm worried about myself for not being worried. Hmmmmm

Studying @ Starbucks = COD

cool places: *crouch*

kokoro: *crawling*

cool places+kokoro: *knife each other*

eijas+julian: WTF...HAHAHAHAHA

COD language. So much for studying econs.

Ron

Hot places....cold places....other places.....
It's more than just oil, it's liquid engineering

Rhythm of the falling rain

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again

The only girl I've ever loved has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
But little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart

Rain please tell me now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
I can't love another when my heart's somewhere far away

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain
Telling me just what a fool I've been
I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain
And let me be alone again

The only girl I've ever loved has gone away
Looking for a brand new start
Little does she know that when she left that day
Along with her she took my heart

Rain won't you tell her that I love her so
Please ask the sun to set her heart a glow
And rain in her heart and let the love we know start to grow

Rain please tell me now does that seem fair
For her to steal my heart away when she don't care
I can't love another when my heart's somewhere far away

Oh listen to the falling rain
Oh rhythm of the falling rain
Oh listen to the falling rain
Oh rhythm of the falling rain

The Dream Goal

The title of this post has no hidden meaning. The goal I wanna score? Allow me to describe it to you.

Someone gets the ball before the half way line. A counter attack. The ball is crossed over to the right wing where I'm standing. One touch on the chest to take the pace off the ball, the second touch with my right feet-caressing the ball as it slowly touches the ground. All in one motion. Defender on my left about to slide in, goalkeeper steadies himself to make a save.

Me whacking the ball as the onrushing defender slides in. I sliced the ball. It swirled from left to right, finding the top corner of the left side of goal. Goalkeeper can only watch in despair.

I'll turn. I'll cheer. I'll keep on dreaming.