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Four Thoughts

I tink mother, that i am a different species. Sometimes, sometimes i have absolutely no idea what's going on with people, even though deep down i'm supposed to be the same.

I tink also mother, that I cannot hate. Somehow (unless the guy is real idiot/bastard), its impossible to hate someone for something they did if you know why they did it. If you think a bit, you'd find the same machine inside you eh.

I tink mother, that life is unfair. Royce can beat me swimming breaststroke while i do the crawl, and he doesn't even train. (of course, he might be lying, the nasty dogh he is =D)

Finally i tink that while those with prettiness/chioness number in the tens of millions, those with beauty, true beauty, are few and far between. Maybe it is the rarity that makes it so desirable no? But we are mortals, and we must get used to disappointments.

And somehow i do get feeling that in the end i'd settle for stability and happiness, rather than non-stop excitement. And to do that i have to stop playing around.

But then i become stupid, slow and dead, so how?

Soccer tournament today. I got meself a save! it was beautiful (and painful). But I really have to thank geoff for all his bicycle kicks though, otherwise the score'd be 17-0 against us. Otherwise, stocking up on reading/listening material, preparations for all the people i'm gonna see.

And the bendemeer stalker tomorrow.

I hope that sounded coherent.