negative? you bet your ass i'm negative.
weak? you bet your ass i'm weak.
what do i expect? nothing. nothing at all.
twist. stuck. everything.
insulted? yes. but hey, what does it matter? you don't care for my opinion, i don't care for your apology.
how much younger of a bride can a man take before it becomes disturbing?
did i not say? bad things happen when i'm away.
how to achieve emotional death or at least apathy? is there a guide? i'm tired of emotions; they're way overrated.
re-read the above and suddenly felt like i was reading something out of a douglas coupland book.
what do people want more: to be loved or to be needed?
a job rejection is an evaluation of me as a professional; a relationship rejection is an evaluation of me as a person. i can't handle that.
a person sets himself up to get hurt by caring. when you don't care, you don't hurt.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Eternal
You know what sucks? Having to spend eternity in the same place as the one person in the whole universe I hate the most.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
C'est Terrible...
I actually caught myself wishing I was eight or ten years younger.
How sick is that?
How sick is that?
Monday, July 17, 2006
GOAL!
Scored a brilliant goal today, stealing the ball in the opposition half and scoring from, oh I'd say, a good 20 yards out.
Dad came to watch and take pictures. I'll post them up later.
Dad came to watch and take pictures. I'll post them up later.
Monday, July 10, 2006
The Headbutting Butthead... err, Baldhead
Zinedine Zidane, unquestionably the player of his generation - a generation that includes such famous names as Gabriel Batistuta, Dennis Bergkamp, Cafu, Luis Figo, Paolo Maldini, Pavel Nedved, Robert Pires, Raul, Rivaldo, Ronaldo, Francesco Totti, and Juan Sebastian Veron - went into his much-anticipated retirement ten minutes early in a moment of absolute madness.
A disgraceful reaction befitting a hot-tempered teenage gangster to Marco Materazzi's jibes, rather than a professional footballer, a seasoned veteran, hope of a nation, and role models to millions of aspiring children worldwide.
That anybody on the planet can even attempt to defend or justify his amateurish action and childish outburst is bewildering. Last I heard, France was a civilized country where such behaviour on the streets would not be tolerated. Yet there are barbarians who praise this Frenchman for "standing up for himself" and "defending his people's honours", while regarding victory and defeat (on football's biggest stage, no less) with disdain.
The French master, whose performances at times can only be described as majestic, may have won the Golden Ball as the tourney's top player, having carried France through the knockout stages with sublime displays that turned back the clock, but the enduring image of this footballing genius will always be that of his shaven, balding head being thrust into Materazzi's chest.
A disgraceful reaction befitting a hot-tempered teenage gangster to Marco Materazzi's jibes, rather than a professional footballer, a seasoned veteran, hope of a nation, and role models to millions of aspiring children worldwide.
That anybody on the planet can even attempt to defend or justify his amateurish action and childish outburst is bewildering. Last I heard, France was a civilized country where such behaviour on the streets would not be tolerated. Yet there are barbarians who praise this Frenchman for "standing up for himself" and "defending his people's honours", while regarding victory and defeat (on football's biggest stage, no less) with disdain.
The French master, whose performances at times can only be described as majestic, may have won the Golden Ball as the tourney's top player, having carried France through the knockout stages with sublime displays that turned back the clock, but the enduring image of this footballing genius will always be that of his shaven, balding head being thrust into Materazzi's chest.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Business
What you do, what happens to you, how you feel... all of that, they're none of my business anymore.
Perhaps that hurts the most.
Perhaps that hurts the most.
唔OK...
Lonely...
Let me sum up today for ya...
Woke up at 2pm, hence missing the England vs. Portugal match, but woke up just in time for Brazil vs. France, so had a small lunch while watching that. Brazil sucked. Ronaldinho had no influence in this match, while Zinedine Zidane was back to his best with slick tricks and creating time and space for everyone around him. And finally he assists on a Thierry Henry goal, albeit only on a set piece. Nevertheless, the Zizou Swansong goes on, and he's a delight to watch even at 34.
After that, took a shower and headed out taking pictures of downtown Ponca City. Streets were quiet today. Went to Mazzio's for lunch/dinner, then drove to Kaw Lake to take more pictures. Got a little ambitious and wanted to see the lake from different locations, and nearly got lost in the countryside after taking a couple of wrong turns. On gravel roads no less. Then drove by this house with a couple of dogs that kept on chasing me and stopping in front of my car. I was more worried about running them over than them blocking my way.
So anyway, finally found my way back to the city before I ran out of gas, thank God. Planning tomorrow's trip down to Oklahoma City. First I'll need to fill up at a gas station...
Oh by the way... Happy Birthday Canada!
Let me sum up today for ya...
Woke up at 2pm, hence missing the England vs. Portugal match, but woke up just in time for Brazil vs. France, so had a small lunch while watching that. Brazil sucked. Ronaldinho had no influence in this match, while Zinedine Zidane was back to his best with slick tricks and creating time and space for everyone around him. And finally he assists on a Thierry Henry goal, albeit only on a set piece. Nevertheless, the Zizou Swansong goes on, and he's a delight to watch even at 34.
After that, took a shower and headed out taking pictures of downtown Ponca City. Streets were quiet today. Went to Mazzio's for lunch/dinner, then drove to Kaw Lake to take more pictures. Got a little ambitious and wanted to see the lake from different locations, and nearly got lost in the countryside after taking a couple of wrong turns. On gravel roads no less. Then drove by this house with a couple of dogs that kept on chasing me and stopping in front of my car. I was more worried about running them over than them blocking my way.
So anyway, finally found my way back to the city before I ran out of gas, thank God. Planning tomorrow's trip down to Oklahoma City. First I'll need to fill up at a gas station...
Oh by the way... Happy Birthday Canada!
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