Alter Ego

If we relive the moments years ago when we were just kids..
Things we do were actually out of curiosity, perhaps.
But now, we're doing all sorts of things, to make a better life..
preparing for the future.. and what if
tomorrow never comes.. whats the point?
Why is this type of circle revolving around us?
In a matter of time, you'd stare at the mirror saying,
"This is it"
or rather childishly
"I'm gonna earn some respect"
This attitude explains the pushing of the question
Who are you trying to impress?
no one, someone.. someone's no one.




This doesn't rhyme..

Game On

Somethings, were just never meant to be, it relates.

No one, knows whats going on..

Unless you really have that life, that life where you convey a message

a message, saying :

"I don't react to a tragic happening any more. I took so many bad things as a kid and some people think I don't care about anything. It's just too hard for me to get emotional. I can't cry no more."
~Mike Tyson~

Which only makes sense to himself.. :]

I can't stand the lemon squeezed onto my wound,

I'm in a blue flunk, crestfallen, dejected, angry.

Of which matter.. I can tell.

That game just laid all sorts of war courage in our souls.

Maybe just most of us, but i'm not gonna be dispirited.

I hope something works out.

Somewhere...

I belong?

:)

If This Story Existed

You were crashed by the waves of unsatisfaction..

It was hell..

It was stupid..

It was ... !

Imagine going out on the road, attempting to rule the streets..

and failing, when it shouldn't have happened,

it couldn't have happened,

it wasn't supposed to happen,

the end result, is worth crying with a raging heart.

The first day, we set off...

we played.. we fight..

shaking every thoughts on our mind.. we were awakened by USJ13, breaking the ice roughly.. we won, 21-20.

Second game.. USJ8, we won, 34-11. There, we got through the group stage.

Have you ever heard of the situation, deja vu? Maybe not, this creepy nerve never seemed to get you all feeling punched up. 7th April, 5.15pm, it was raining cats and dogs.. Delayed (We fast forward) Rain stops (We fast forward) Humid, warm, and uneven (We fast forward)..... USJ4, quarterfinals, game on. The scoreline every minute, you'd stuck your head to watch it go..... no difference, not much of a difference, pressure. Rusty as we are, that type of atmosphere is one we rarely experience, it can kill you from the inside. (We fast forward) Forth Quarter, it was beginning, to set fire on your soul, excitement, false entertainment, No, it didn't happen.. our star-player, our playmaker, our best player.. our number 5, Loo Jen-ning, Fouled out! at the closing stages.. the final minutes of the game.. the part where we'd need someone like him most.. he was out of the game. We fight, we continue this fight, as best as we could.. 3 minutes.. 2 minutes.. the final minute. It was a neck to neck finish, no one would dare predict the result.. 30 seconds, we fight.. 20 seconds, we fight.. 10 seconds, we fight..

The score, was 24-24.. with 7 seconds left to play

Subang Utama has the ball..

plenty of hesitations..

no one dared to make a sound..

no one dared to make a move..

we could only.. watch it.

helpless.. so darn helpless.

Overtime~

everything was flying.. for that 5 minutes of overtime

like something awaits the loser, and the winner..

but which, to be ready for which?

They score, we score..

28-28

Free throw for them

he makes one out of two

Free throw again, for them

he makes one out of two, again.

28-30

the clock, ticking down

28-30

emotions, were spinning around

28-30

we try to make every rebound

10 seconds left

every second, counts.

4 seconds

28-30

3 seconds

we open the ball

2 seconds

we struggle

1 second

he threw the ball

..................

What Now?

Do you know, what it feels like..

Where every single little piece of bits of things you do, really counts?

And everything in front of your eyes..

feels like a blur image, happening.. its happening.

Then, you can't overlook the situation?

you can't control it,

its happening.. it really is.

Yea, have you been there?