Chimera

This isn't what i expected. I have imagined getting ready for my first day of college year many times, but i never pictured it in a lecture room in KDU mansion, where people wander around like political refugees. After thirteen years in the school district of Butterworth, i am spending my degree years in KDU. For the rest of my life i will have a degree from KDU. As long as i live, i will be getting notices of prom nights and reunions from my pals in KDU.

I picture the walls of the place painted bright shimmering yellow and the cafeteria waitresses serving dessicated bananas all day long. I picture all the girls are wearing rainbow colours. I picture cute slogans and rhyming aphorisms on their murals. I picture a round sun shining over tall oaks and a fountain sparkling happily in the lobby. I picture the benches sighing sympathetically at each other. I picture new faces. I don't picture me.

That doesn't really make you want to weep for me, does it?

There is a saying , " Don't be part of the problem, be but part of the solution." I took it to heart. I guess that is why i haven't really told anyone about how strange this is for me. I have been through so little compared to so many people. I have nothing to complain about. I guess that is why i am wearing a yellow shirt today even though my mood is so grey.

the drama match

Zinadine Zidane was quite an action man really. I mean with that kind of head he has, i would be glad to have my ribs up-right if i was Materazzi. I was never a girl with football dreams but i stayed up for the finals. It was the first and the last match this season that i watched thoroughly. Many attempts have been made to watch the argentina and portugal matches but all ended up fruitless. When people say early to bed early to rise, it was early to bed never to rise for me.

Some football critiques have said france could have made it if not for Zinadine. I think otherwise. I believe if it was still the second man playing for penalty he wouldnt have made it even if he was to play as the third fourth or fifth. It was all fated and clinging to the superstitious side of me, it was a little bit because of luck. Maybe 2006 lucky colour is blue and not white. Maybe 2006 is year for the hairy and not the baldy ** tsk (Henry and Zidane)

When it first started with the penalty, it was already a great drama. Though i think it is a testosteron game, i was excited when materazzi scored to equalise the score. Hoping for more drama, i was disappointed a final world cup match would end up with a 1-1 draw. Nonetheless, i was breathless when i saw what Zidane did ! Yet i couldnt help myself from smiling. Somehow i was happy for what Zidane did. Though it was not a glorifying match it was a great drama and as he walked out of the field quietly, i gave him a standing ovation.

P/s : Zidane, just in case you are reading this, call me.

Did you get my message?

Did you get my message
While i was trying to convince everything
That i meant in a minute or less when i tried to confess
And make all my stresses go by
I guess you did not
Cause if you did you would have called me with your sweer intent
And we could give it a rest

Do you ever wonder what happens to the message that we sent?
Do they bend or do they break from the flight that they take?
And come back together again with a whole new meaning
In a brand new sense completely unrelated to the one i sent

Did you get my message? The one that i sent
While i was trying to convince everything that i meant
But the moment is passed
Not much standing and i'm standing to lose my mind

The message that i sent
Do they come back with a whole new meaning?
To the matter of our love's defense
And please be sympathetic to the time that i spent

Did you get my message?