A hour's match with my colleagues yesterday after knocking off. 5 mins into it & it felt like i played with Fir & Faw for 30 mins. Their stamina's long. Finally took a break after half an hour.

Gosh, stepping back in, i was feeling slightly light headed. Still, i played on. No fainting, just slow reaction. My eyes & mind could keep up with the ball, but my body could not.

Good game though.

"Fight for what you have lost. Fight for what you want to keep."
- Clare

Took 158. The last time i took that bus was in 2003. So you know who its about now. This time, there wasn't any her to keep my eyes on. I looked out the window observing the route taken. Flashbacks.

Where we sat, the backseat on the passenger side where at a point of time, near the interchange, i asked her if she smelt any fuel. Like history repeated, at the location where i asked that, for a split second, her scent drifted to my nose. The next second, it was gone.

Misleading that scent is. Where i feel myself to be in the warm embrace of her. Misleading it is, yes. Nothing awaits me with open arms but the cold hard world.

I don't like to lose. Relative to others. As i told her, i don't care how fast i'm going. As long as i'm faster than the other person. However the end to everything, i would welcome it, with bloodlust and glee. For while i hate to lose, i'm sick & tired of moving but i have to, because i musn't be left behind.

A sudden change to things would be interesting. Something to bring all out of our daily lives. Something that brings a halt to our daily lives.

A dream girl again. Boy i hate such things. Wake up & leaned against the wall only to find she remained just part of a dream. Fuck.