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After two years
The sound of balls flying in the air and the sting of one actually hitting you in the arse is STILL a beautiful feeling indeed.
Oggling Googling
Haven't been updating
Whats new? I'm more a photo blogger than a writing one only because I can't spell and I like taking photos.
Did you know about Google Reader??? I just did and if you haven't, well then, Click away!
Till Then
come forth and be...
Gimme some good mandarin singers or bands, I need em to practice my mandarin.
To give you a hint of the type of music i like
Black Horse and the Cherry tree
Come, come be nice if you don't feel like it...go away.
Till Then
I want to scream!!!
Seriously, I don't know what to do. They are doing well but not well enough. I can see improvement in their game and the way they improvise but why do I still feel so frustrated?
Is it because I am expecting too much?
You know, whenever I argued with my close friends or loved ones they always said to me that I am too critical. Too critical on myself and too critical on other people. That's why I don't dare push them. I am afraid that I am not pushing them because I know they can do better but I am pushing them because I am blind to everything else and THINK that they can do better.
But after much thinking, I think, Fark it la. I am their friend but I also want them to taste victory. I want them to feel the bittersweet tang of self accomplishment on their tongue as they wipe the sweat off their brow. I want them to get hurt but forget about it and only remember it when the game has finished. I want them to get angry and then make a shoot and then walk away as the opponent congratulates them.
I just want them to be rpoud of themselves and know that they can do much better and are worth every effort that they put into making themselves better.
I realise that now. I am going to be a big ass bitch from now on.
Friends no more...Welcome the arrival of MAMA-SAN AUDREY.
I'm talking to you, yeah you, don't get mad, get even.
Till then