here i am, crying out to you, asking for that little bit more time, more time out.
the season pretty much sums up how things have been going. can't wait for it to be over. for arsenal and ajax. maybe valencia can pull something off. maybe. hamburg too. and ought i feel relieved that at least nigel de jong went hamburg, rather than some team which i hate? still, i will miss him in the ajax shirt.
went back nj just now
the familiar journey
the familiar place
not that i miss the institution,
but i miss the time i spend there,
with the people.
orange days. i keep thinking of this drama. and one line in particular. "we will all move on, into society. maybe we will meet up once in a while, for drinks. but we will all have our own lives." it just keeps resounding in my head.
having lunch wif matt, vince, junrong, goi, dingod, eileen and their ct ms ling. funny. but nice. it will be a while i guess.
what if one day i lose you?
looking at the rest of the people ard, the j2s, the j1s, so carefree. makes you envious. makes you regret. not cherishing.
i can just picture us there.
a few more hours left. less than 3 in fact. back to that place. shudders.
maybe it is just as well, that i din go to those places. would have been reminded of us.
there are so many books i want to buy. was browsing thru kino yest. so many. the metaknowledge advantage by rafael aguayo, how we compete by suzanne berger, multitude by the 2 guys, one is called hardt, the otehr i dunno. these are the more serious books. the fiction books: sayonara, gangsters by genichiro takahashi, crossfire by miyuki miyabe, the alchemist by paulo coehlo, 100 years of solitude and love in the time of cholera by gabriel marquez, out by natsuo kirino...sooo many. oh and the end of nation states by kenichi ohmae, death of economics, butterfly economics by paul ormerod. and the professor, the bk on arsene wenger. ARGH. can i have everything?
hope is the absence of reason.
faith is just blind hope.
stubbornly clinging on.
no way. muri. impossible.
it just feels so incomplete.
your shadow just hangs over.
there's always the easy way out.
tell you about it sometime.
went back nj just now
the familiar journey
the familiar place
not that i miss the institution,
but i miss the time i spend there,
with the people.
orange days. i keep thinking of this drama. and one line in particular. "we will all move on, into society. maybe we will meet up once in a while, for drinks. but we will all have our own lives." it just keeps resounding in my head.
having lunch wif matt, vince, junrong, goi, dingod, eileen and their ct ms ling. funny. but nice. it will be a while i guess.
what if one day i lose you?
looking at the rest of the people ard, the j2s, the j1s, so carefree. makes you envious. makes you regret. not cherishing.
i can just picture us there.
a few more hours left. less than 3 in fact. back to that place. shudders.
maybe it is just as well, that i din go to those places. would have been reminded of us.
there are so many books i want to buy. was browsing thru kino yest. so many. the metaknowledge advantage by rafael aguayo, how we compete by suzanne berger, multitude by the 2 guys, one is called hardt, the otehr i dunno. these are the more serious books. the fiction books: sayonara, gangsters by genichiro takahashi, crossfire by miyuki miyabe, the alchemist by paulo coehlo, 100 years of solitude and love in the time of cholera by gabriel marquez, out by natsuo kirino...sooo many. oh and the end of nation states by kenichi ohmae, death of economics, butterfly economics by paul ormerod. and the professor, the bk on arsene wenger. ARGH. can i have everything?
hope is the absence of reason.
faith is just blind hope.
stubbornly clinging on.
no way. muri. impossible.
it just feels so incomplete.
your shadow just hangs over.
there's always the easy way out.
tell you about it sometime.
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