delusions of grandeur

i realise that within this mass of flesh called a brain, there are many things (duh).
a lot of them i also realise, are consigned to imagination. and these include many many many dreams that i have, most unrealistic, delusions of grandeur.

here's a few:

-to make a stunning save from a 30 yard volley that decides the match, then to save a penalty in a shootout (ala jerzy dudek)

-to outrun defenders and score from an impossibly tight angle (ala walcott, minus ths scoring part)

-to score a first time volley from 30 yards myself (ala scholes)

(notice how they all involve soccer?)

-to manage a football club. you can guess which club

-to make national hockey team

and the list goes on and on

yawn

PES A

woots i'm PES A

singapore dream here i come

now whether that's a good thing, is another matter

yawn

a wednesday afternoon at home during the holidays has got to be the dullest time of the week

blue blood pt 1

how so much can change in just two days

at this time two days ago i had some regrets about going to the camp, in such an unfamiliar environment with unfamiliar people and unfamiliar...everything. there were some things which i didn't want to leave behind, even for two days, because i had fun with those things.

but now that i'm back, suddenly everything else seems so mundane and dull, compared to the events and experiences over the past two days. and what two days they were. seemed more like 2 weeks than anything, so much has happened.

how i never wanted it to end, and how i still don't want to return to reality

and how school can have an ever decreasing appeal to me, despite its appeal already somewhere in the negative region