Wednesday, December 2, 2009

down the street, the lonely homebound traveller begins his weary trek back home, the path empty and melancholic, save for the street lamps dashing the pavement in soft yellow brilliance.

the court is empty, the hoop is silent. soft music playing in his plugs, he envisions the shot, the ball silently floating home under starless skies. another time, another day, perhaps.

and in the dead of the night, the silence embraces and envelopes him. away from the noise, away from the sounds, thoughts unfettered and uncompromising.

making the decision is hard. sticking with it is even harder.

i am sorry but we interrupt the post with somecomments on singapore's television scene.

lun. HOLY DAYS. says:
lol!
MARTIN YAN ON OKTO
WOW
MARTIN YAN IS SOME ANCIENT SHAT


HAHA. in other news, running feels good. a good run to sort out thoughts is always good. right then. i might get down, i might get out. but at the end of the day i am not going to lose.

by Dan 10:54 PM

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