Desmond and the Soccer Route.

Here's a little tidbibt: To reach my house, I have to walk past a basketball court, where kids/students/grown adults play soccer. We don't have no soccer court you see.

Anyways, I hate walking down that path beside the court, cos there's no fencing on that side of the court. And it's sorta a neighbourhood thing, that if a soccer ball flies out of the court, and onto the path, the guy on the path will get the ball for the players.

It's unspoken, and everyone abides by it... mainly becos, the entire court, and their spectator buddies will first look at the ball, then at you. Which is really no pressure at all for you to get the ball.

Here's the thing. If you know me, I have no ball sense whatsoever. There's a reason why people fall off laughing when i say I watched a soccer match, or played soccer.

Hold on to your seats as go on.

Now, the last time i played soccer was last year. (yes, yes, if you haven't fallen off, you may let go of your seats. If you have fallen, well... get up.)

The last time I played, I happened to do what is known as a Slide.

Anyways, a few things were happening in that split second.
a.) me being stunned, knowing that I have done something that was stun-worthy.
b.) my friends being stunned. knowing that I have made a slide, that was stun-worthy .
c.) and that slide being the first by anyone in 3 games.

And amidst all the confusion, I heard my friend say, "I'm sure he didn't mean to do that."

He was right.

I merely tripped over myself, and happened to fall so nicely it looked like i was sliding, and it happened that the ball was where I was sliding towards.

So then, knowing that this kinda things happen rarely, I don't expect to be sliding the next (hundred) soccer balls that come flying out of the court and towards me when I walk home in the near future.

That's why I rush by that route.

Haha, such a long story just to say that.
Haha whatever.

Desmond and The It.

I hate clowns. Seriously, I think clowns are freaky... and I'm sure at least one person out there agrees with me.

Recently I started thinking about this show that my sister thinks, started my fear of clowns. (Btw that's called Coulrophobia.)

I never get why this X-phobia names have nothing to do with X. Like coulrophobia. You would think it means fear of couldrons. WOH KAY. Sidetrack.

Anyways, this show was The It. I thought about my memories of it, and compared it to what I read on wiki. Turns out what they say about, making your memories by adding and removing things each time you replay it in your mind, is true.

Ok here's my version:
The It is a clown that these children fight off in a cave. Somehow, there's a giant spider in it all also.

Real version:
The It is a clown that these adults (who supposedly killed it, when they were children) fight off in the sewers. Somehow, it's true form is a spider.

ANYWAYS, yea. Freaked me out. My sis says I was so afraid (and still am) of them that when she brought me to see a clown when i was a kid, I screamed upon seeing them, and ran off. Needless to say, her phobia is screaming siblings who run away when they're under her care.

Just how much do I hate clowns? Well you know those Ronald McDonald benches? Well, I'll pass. He still freaks me out. I hate Mcdonald birthday parties.

Still, the couldron-phobia thingy aside, I would love to catch the show with my sis again. Haha, yea, i'm kinda psycho like that.

Hmm... Psycho huh. Now isn't that the name of that film................

Desmond and Chinese New Year 07'

Chinese New Year is here again.

Here's what comes along with it:
1. Sickening wang wang advertisements, that repeat themselves like a migraine that refuses to leave. (haha, but i haven't seen much this year at all, maybe cos i'm watching more cable, and less local stations. Smart move desmond. HAHA.)

2. Pineapple tarts. Yay!

3. F&N Orange. The only other time you drink Orange is well, at a chinese wedding dinner, where you raise the glass of orange admist the stout and beer, in toasts of "yam seng".

4. Relatives who say you've grown to be such a BIG boy, becos last year, you were only 7mm tall.

5. Pineapple tarts (The Restock), cos you ate so many your mom had to bake/buy them again.

6. Holiday specials on TV, which you dun watch cos, well... you've got cable now. Haha..

And of cos, red packets. Haha, oh boy. chinesenewyear. chine sen ewy ear. chi nes enew ye ar.

Desmond and the Ambitions.

I was wondering, how do people decide what they want to be in the future?

I was watching the discovery channel, something on archaelogy... (I dun rmb a SINGLE thing about the show)... the only thing i was thinking about was, why in the world would this lady want to work under the hot sun, digging up bones.

So what exactly aids in a person's choice of ambition? Cos they look up to someone, say a fireman, so they wanna be a fireman?

Cos they really like doing something, say eating so they become a chef?

Cos they really like a place, say the sandbox, so they become an archaelogist?

For me... ask me when i started wanting to be what I want to be, and this image pops up in my mind. It's at my front door, but inside the house. It's a feeling.

Maybe that's it then -- the feeling you get when you do something, or are someplace, or with someone, and you like that feeling, and you want to recreate that feeling... is it?

Haha, I dunno.
I know this is a really stupid question, but I wonder if ambitions change, even if its one that last for years.

Oh well... -exhales-.

Hey, God, thanks for today. :)

Desmond and the Night.

Though I walk through valleys low

I'll fear no evil

By the waters still my soul

My heart will trust in You

My heart will trust in You

-hillsongs, my heart will trust.

You are so good Father. :) Thank You.