Vance has you....

...Vance has you...

Wake up Neo...
...Vance's Sanity has you...
...Follow the white rabbit....
...Knock Knock , Neo...
I AM THE ONE!

Monday, June 30, 2003

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Tribute to Marc-Vivien Foe. A player who personified the spirit of soccer-atheletism, humility, passion. So passionate that he was willing to give his all and even die, to bring victory for his homeland, on his adopted hometown- Lyon. The whole soccering world wepts, as pictures of the player lying motionless during his last game for his country Cameroon, spread across the papers worldwide. It was a game in which he even roused his team-mates' fighting spirit by saying that they must win even if they died from it. How ironic it was that he was the one who fell. The player who played for my favorite team's rival- Man City, has caused me to feel so saddened that I admit, I was nearing tears. Capable of such emotions too, I felt for the player who so much reminded me of my passion for the game.Though I was not as skilful. Probably not to the point of death, I would risk injury or play through pain, just for the sake of the participation in the game. Someone I love asked if my passion would only be that for soccer. It is not. Passion, I would refer as love, is something I have in things I do and in people I hold dear to.
Love for my friends, who was always there for me when I needed to be put on the right track or when I needed a slap to wake up. Love for the only someone, who had been so much a part of my life. Love for my family, who was always caring and watching out for me. These people are people I would risk my life to help. At least now I would say yes without a shadow of a doubt. Before I learnt of such love, I would hesitate to do anything for people around me. Then again, one would not know till one is being put through such a thing. I would certainly not want any such test, as it would mean putting people close to me, in harm's way.
One who have the passion may have success. However does it mean that one who do not will be useless and unsuccessful?
I would have said so initially, but after some thinking over a train ride, I realised that it was not. As I saw the beauty around me that one would often miss, I felt a sense of contentment. Maybe we have all been to caught up in our targets that we failed to see the other beauty in life. The beauty of imperfection. We should learn to be content with the things we have at the present and not lament about the things that we not have. I made the misconception and am regretting it. I lost someone I love due to my singlemindedness.

Quote: It's not having what you want, but wanting what you have.

To: Marc-Vivien Foe and anyone who has lost someone they treasured.

This had better get on the blog. The previous one was zapped and I had to re-type everything. Finger-ache.

What's left? The liberation of man kind...?10:50 PM

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It's early morning. Today's a lot of first for yours truly. I've never really thought that I would stay up the whole night and end up out at the beach and then at some MacDonald's having the Big Breakfast. Since I was really full, I can't say it's much of a BIG Breakfast. Whatever, it was, I certainly thanked the free refills. I needed the coffee. It has been a long while since I am up early morning to have breakfast in a fastfood restaurant. You've got to know, ever since conscription into the Army, I haven't had a morning out nor would I bother to wake up early to savour the beauty of the morning. The organised frenzy of the rush-hour people. Sounds of the morning traffic and chirpings of birds seemingly harmonised into an orchestra. Struming the cords of my emotions. The beach was a spot to chill out. Though something had to be done about the mosquitoes. Other than that, it was sedate and soothing.
This is my first blog and if I had any say at all, i would have made the page blood red and black. My favorite colours. Hey people you can tell me if you find it all to girlie for a grown guy to like red but I don't give two hoots. Cos hey, red looks good with black.
Listening to the tracks from the Matrix: Reloaded album. It's really cool. Sounds like what Zouk would play on guest DJ events. Not the P.O.D track though. It's cool but not really the computer-and-lava-lamp league.
Dark colours are in these days and looks like I will meet my friends in dark coloured attire. That of those around the eyes too.

Quote: I'm young, fast and arrogant. So what are you going to do about it?

What's left? The liberation of man kind...?9:57 AM