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| 05.16.04 (4:31 am) [edit] |
So South Africa is hosting the Soccer World Cup in 2010, and aren't we all excited? Apart from this being a mayor oppertunity, countless now have the chance to go and watch.
Yesterday, went to see Van Helsing and Troy; both were mayor disappointments. Van Helsing was OK, not on my "most loved" list, but somewhere on a list. Now Troy, that's on my "too long, too depressing and too incomplete" list. The characters are almost "half done", with no balance, the movie's effects and such are great but it's too long, and [i]Brad Pitt in a skirt???[/i]. Really.
Oh well. At least I got the chance to see a lot of nice-ish looking guys half naked, on the big screen.
To the guy that dozed,
~yahoos.
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| 05.16.04 (4:24 am) [edit] |
Bad News: I’m not.
Written Friday, 14/05/04.
Well, it’s two weeks since I celebrated my sixteenth; two weeks not so different from the rest of my life, actually. Though I am more confused now than when I was fifteen; confused that it doesn’t, after all, feel any different to be sour sixteen.
I must say I got some wonderful presents this year: cash, books, cash, books, and oh, did I mention cash? Although I’ve spent most of it already, and only the odd ten rand note remains as a reminder of the former glory of my full wallet. Oh, well.
I’ve been in an absolute stupor for the last week, and the previous week I was too busy to care about anything; now the good feeling’s gone, and only the prospect of another year spent wasted in the preliminary institutions dominating teenager’s lives is staring me square in the eye; and in a desperate bid to keep my sanity I’m considering getting myself into some sort of mental institution.
Of course I’d have to get past my mother first, but that’s a whole other problem entirely and – quite frankly – one I’m not that keen on exploring on this day, at this time.
Some good news among the drawling lines of normality is Schumi’s victory last Sunday, but it’s getting to be a habit and soon it’ll fall among the drawling lines of normality and it’ll become normal and not noteworthy. Of course, Schumi winning and Monty’s car going is an absolute wonderful event, though it also happens often enough to fall among the drawling lines of normality and become normal.
But then, perhaps, then normal would be great.
Its kind of nasty to think that, when you lean back in your chair and stare at the posters on your wall (posters of whomever: Schumi, Heidi Klum, Brad Pitt), that it’s all they’ll ever be, the people on the posters: posters on your wall. You may harbour an obsession with them, but they don’t know you exist and perhaps they never will: unless you gain their attention for five seconds while they scrawl a signature on some photo or something, not knowing (or perhaps choosing to ignore) that you’ll remember that moment forever and that you’ll treasure that odd signature forever too.
The world doesn’t work in any manner of logic any normal human being can understand.
~yahoos
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