Monday, July 28, 2008 @8:41 PM
The muttons are at the national stadium watching singapore vs brazil.Unfair. Unfair!I got thrashed 15-4 by kia wei, then I thrashed him back 15-5 during training today. Something is wrong with us. Looking back, I think both of us should be proud of ourselves. Remembering the days back at the start of sec 2, when we were lowly 6th and 7th seeds in the c div team. Now, we've trained hard, and are virtually... 2nd and 3rd seeds? Not to say we're not going to train even harder.Demi LovatoI wish to turn the clock back to June 1. At the Singapore Indoor Stadium. Screaming over the Click 5 performing. Getting high and even higher, being so wild until taking drugs wouldn't even compare. And this time I'm not going to care if people stare at me funny, I'm going to fling my arms in their faces instead.Robbie Keane to Liverpool. If he's a flop, I will turn purple and blue.Current song - Thunder by Boys Like GirlsThe story of TomTom was an ordinary character, just like you and me. He went to school, attended CCA, did homework and slept. He used the computer often and listened to music. If anyone was to be asked about their opinions regarding Tom, they would say,"Well, Tom's just... Tom." Or "He's attentive and hardworking." "Tom? Who's Tom? Harry I know, but not this Tom guy."Tom was a single child. His life was practically a routine, and he went about striving to perfect the routine every day. If you were to pass him along the pavement or walkway, you might continue to walk on without noticing him. He had less than ordinary features, his eyes neither a sparkling green or a deep chocolate brown.Tom had friends, some closer than the others, but there was not a single friend who he could pour his entire heart out to. The closer friends, Tom did share a few of his fears, dreams and ambitions. However, there was a good portion bottled up inside him.People were kind to Tom. On the surface, it seemed like no one hated Tom. People either didn't know him, were his aquaintances, knew about him, knew pretty much about him, or were his friends. However, Tom wasn't stupid enough to believe that there wouldn't be people who truly disliked him, and rattled off disgusting descriptions of him when he wasn't around. Somehow, most people weren't outright hateful towards him, and sometimes he wondered why. It couldn't be that he commanded a silent form of respect from the people around him, that was utter bullshit!In essence, Tom was a normal kid.On a particular day, Tom had a dream. He dreamt that he had an imaginary friend called Kota, who was 16, had no siblings, and parents who she loved dearly. Tom dreamt that he was close friends with Kota and her family, they had gatherings and exchanged presents during Christmas. All of a sudden, during one gathering, they were accosted by a murderer. There was no suitable description for this murderer, he was evil and killed for sport. Just as the murderer was about to shoot Kota's father, Tom sprung into action. He moved so fast that no one had time to gape in surprise. Even Tom didn't know what he was doing. All he understood was that he had dealt a roundhouse kick to the murderer's head, before black overwhelmed him and he could feel or see no more.
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