Monday, September 03, 2007
                       
                       5:18 PM
                       Making the news
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Hey all, sorry for now posting about my soccer tournament. My eyes couldn't hold up with all the sun and running in the morning. Well here goes, we come out 4th after the whole tournament and yes I was definitely disappointed. I used with what I was left with saturday as an eraser, rub the sadness away. I mean like I know that soccer was just a game and afterall we gave our best. But I mean, I can't just hide the disappointment under the blankets and think that it never exist. Dealing isn't one of my traits, so it might take a while longer for me to deal with the problem. 
Stifle my screams was my saturday night routine. The week hit the end of the road, which send me over a unformed ramp falling into the vast sea. Sunday wasn't what I imagined it to be, the abundant of lacking entertainment kinda left me hanging. Forced to entertain my thoughts of the better tomorrow and the shifting emotions bewilders me. Choices are like presents in weird boxes, each leaving a different expression, emotion and reaction. So shake the present first before opening, it might not what you think it would be.
The permeating emotions drag me in circles. Losing in soccer, having a 'you're hot' compliment, naggy parents and a good sermon were the people who basically made my day. Creating a wonderful yet drastic mind, which does not appeal the people around me and myself. Can I stand under your umbrella ella ella eh eh eh when it rains? My mind is a whirlpool at the moment, I can't think on the straight-line basis and yes it is like the reducing balance. Each thought with a tagging emotion just help make or break the mask I wear each day.
The song by lifehouse revolves as thought freeflow. Everything was the title, God is near and I know. How can I stand here with you and not be moved by You? Would You tell me how could it be any better than this? Would You take me in? Take me deeper now?. Lost in the track of the lyrics. Give me sometime to get hold of myself, I'm sorry people, hope you understand. goodnight world...
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                             A chinese boy who ain't proud of his chinese results. Hates smoking, love bailey's and unsure about how life works. Smile I love God. :) bolditalic
Sean Tan
                             A chinese boy who ain't proud of his chinese results. Hates smoking, love bailey's and unsure about how life works. Smile I love God. :) bolditalic