Mockery Of My Life

It has been a long time since I last updated my blog, much has changed since then...I was elevated to a lofty position of cloud 9 before being plunged down into the dungeons of hell. 14th feburary 2003 - my first true valentine's day...indeed something to be remembered... but since then life has taken a turn for the worse and plummeted.
17th feburary 2003 - hell on earth...the smiling moon hung high above in the heavens, its rays illuminated the muddy pitch, its mocking grin reflected in the puddles. Dragging the sorry carcass from sideline to the 10m and back again and again and again... Cajoling from the side his words drove us on, preventing us from stopping...the mind just stops processing with the adrenaline rush...sounds become distant...crumbling onto the field, grass grazing the open exposed wounds, sucking in deep breaths uncontrollably, tears on the brink of flowing - finally the end, no more shouting, no more cursing, no more running... but that was just the first crippling blow. And i was certain of it as i heaved the numb and bleeding body back to the rugby bench...

Work - fast and furious, the deadlines are arriving... literature book review...practical criticisim...international history essay...the list goes on and on... guess what? 230 pages remain out of 332 of Great Expectations, by Dickens...long winded son of a bitch... never took lit. in secondary school but does anyone give a shit? does anyone give a fuck if I don't understand what the hell is going on in class ? what the fuck, i'm losing the desire to try and understand..Donne can't even get his bloody fucking spelling right bitch ... shakespeare ? interesting themes but also fucking difficult to understand.... what the fuck...this is fucking pissing... fuck manz this is rugger language, splattered with "fucks" all over..no longer trying to be arty farty...no other better adjective..quote jeffery " the fucking good players should try to help the fucking lousy players become fucking good"...yeah the thing bout rugger language is fucking true....but its so fucking good...

21st Feb 2003 (friday) - left the phone at home, forgot to bring it to school..guess what she asked me what i was doing after school? and when did i get the message??? 9pm
sigh.. her birthday can't even celebrate with her...din even get her present till today...think i really suck.........haiz....

22nd feb 2003 ???? OG BBQ - fuck it.... club 7's tournament - fucking wack every son of a bitch with no remorse or mercy, psycho, insane, rage....

posted by Down the rabbit hole we go. at Friday, February 21, 2003