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Thursday, October 06, 2005

My Race...

There I observed. I always observe. I want to see things. And I must, if I have to get what I want.

His actions, nonchalent. Eyes not betraying any hint of preferences, not even the slightest hint of intentions or emotions. Like a driver, between the course and himself, hitting his own timing and soaking up the laps, no one else being a threat.

No one gave me a chance either. Never had the masses on my side.

I have come so far. Done so much. Waited so long. Not going to back out now.

Worthy opponent, unlike the wussies I met before. How I can feel the heat inside of me at the same time as I feel my excited heart trembling.

Its a matter of endurance. There must be a way to get ahead. I must get upself up.

Whatever didn't kill me, can only make me stronger, harder and colder. This evil inside of me. The villain. Its makes me feel so good.

"Like a clown I put on a show
The pain is real even if nobody knows" ~
"Nobody Knows" by Tony Rich Project


At 9:21 AM, Blogger c said...

hahaha. must be some chick ;)


At 10:58 PM, Blogger TriplePeriod said...

Huh? I only used "He" in this posting leh. =p

At 9:50 AM, Blogger c said...

the He is your competitor lah no?

well its either over some chick or some car or some soccer match lah.

am I not right? *grins*



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