The Final 15 Seconds

It was the final 15 seconds. They were 3 - 4 down. The scoreline was unjust on Him and His team. He had played a lung busting game. Chasing down every ball and winning it for His team. Urging them on. A constant thorn for the opposition. He showed no mercy. He asked for none.

But here it was. The final seconds of the match and they were losing.

The Enemy had possession.

He made a dash across the field and confronted the Attacker. He was spent. Even His legendary endurance was gone. He won the ball back for his team. He bustled pass the Attacker and passed it to the Playmaker. The Playmaker held onto the ball. Almost selfishly. No. The Playmaker wasn't being selfish. The Playmaker was waiting for Him to make a run.

And The Run came.

He was still deep in the field but He still made a bursting sprint down the flank before a sublime diagonal run across the field into the middle. He was quickly picked up by the Defender. The Defender stayed with Him. But He managed to keep his position and presented perfectly.

It was perfect.

It was The Run.

The Playmaker gave it a deft touch and the ball glided across the ground. Splitting open the Enemy like a blade. And came to His feet. Here it was. The last seconds. The final chance to get something from the game.

And He struck it beautifully at the goal...

Only for the ball to be pushed away by the Keeper and then cleared away by the Defender.

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The Loss of my Teenhood

Tonight, I tell you a story about loss and sacrifice.

I was cleaning up my room the other day (yes, I do this on occasions) in a bid to become more organised and less chaotic.

I had gotten to the dreaded part of my room known as "Under The Bed" where I have hoarded many memories from my 22 years of life.

It was here that I found The Red Folder. There is a reason why it's "The Red Folder" and not the red folder. This is where I kept my old Role Playing Game (RPG) character sheets. Back in high school I enjoyed spending some of my weekends playing as a Fighter, a Ventrue, a Toreador...

Yes. That's right. I played Dungeons & Dragons and The Masquerade and unashamedly loved it. I was a DnD Geek. In fact, as soon as I gazed upon these sheets I longed to play again. These sheets represented countless weekends staying up late and fighting...

dragons in dungeons -__-"

I quickly googled: "Dungeons and Dragons, Perth" in a hope to maybe find a new RPG group.

I had been longing to play again secretly for years now. Ever since high school graduation. But never before had I googled it so desperately.

THAT was when I knew the game was over.

I moved away from the computer, sat down on my bed and took a deep breath. I could not believe what I was about to do.

Then with another breath, I tore up those sheets. And then I tore those pieces again. And again. And finally again.

Those days are gone. Gone. I can now only look forward.

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What a #ucker

Today at indoor I was marking a fella on the other team pretty tightly. Nothing illegal. Just a hand on his shoulder to make sure he didn't have too much space on me. No holding of the shirt or pulling him back. You would see this sort of marking in EVERY game.

What a reaction from the fella. He tried to shake me a few times. He failed. He twist and turned. He failed.

His frustration boiled over in about 30 seconds after the initial placement. He then grabbed me and threw me to the ground. I'm all for niggling and winding up your foes, but make sure you can handle the consequences.

Fired up, I jumped up and went to confront him. The little #ucker ran away and protested that I had held him illegally. The reffs and their captain apologised but the #ucker wouldn't. I wasn't pleased. I wanted to hear the words from him. I called him to come over but he wouldn't come. I tried to approach him and get into his face but MY team mates stopped me -__-"

His unsportsman conduct went one step further when as the final whistle blew, he left the court without even shaking hands.

What a #ucker.

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More study!?!?

Boss: "Alan, you're gonna need to do your Diploma of Financial Services"
Alan: "So..."
Boss: "More study"
Alan: "Ugh..."

It's like they say, you finish uni with a degree and you don't even use it.

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Z is for Zzzz Zzzz Zzzz

I guess it's time I said goodbye to the "Zzzz" which in this case is the sleep ins.

I have finally found a job in the financial services industry. Which means no more bumming about as I charge around Perth causing countless levels of mischief. Destruction, tears, chaos, disorderly conduct...all should be coming to an end now.

Crap. I think I am finally growing up. Me!

I never use to plan for the future. I took things really easily and my plans have always been somewhat hazy. But now, I can finally see some clear direction and I can't wait any longer. I'm looking forward to good times ahead.

On an ending note, I have now officially finished my "26 posts in 26 days" which took me about 5 months to do. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Look forward to more high quality material.

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Mister Bookseller/Gospodin Libar

It might be 1.26 in the morning but I wanted to share this with you all. It's by Croatian writer Dark Macan. Enjoy it like I did.

YOU HAVE TO CLICK ON THE IMAGES.




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Y is for Yellow

Have you ever had something taken away from you undeservedly?

And then, have you just "let it go"?

We all have. And when we just "let it go" we make society a worse place for everybody else. Our cowardice, our yellow belly, our weakness to fight reinforces a social mentality of taking undeservedly.

This is wrong.

Last night at the movies, a bunch of my friends had reserved seats at the movies. A group of ten of us and its understandable we might just want to sit all together. Two beefcake bogans in singlets and tattoos were sitting right in the middle of our reserved seats.

There were two options which confronted me:

1. Leave them be.
2. Kick up a fuss.

If you've been a reader long enough or known me for more than 30 minutes, you can guess what I did.

I kicked up a fuss. I am a firm believer in being polite, chilvaric and a defender of the common good. I've said it once and I'll say it again.

Those seats were rightfully MINE. I paid $9 for them and I wanted to sit in them with my friends. In our capitalist society, I was right. And they were wrong. The fuss generated by my friends and I got the ENTIRE row to move along. We sat down comfortably and enjoyed our movie.

Now rewind back a little. Some of my other friends saw the argument which was brewing and they blanched at the confrontation. I'm sorry friends but when you hang with me, confrontation follows. Some of the others went to find other seats.

This is wrong.

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. -Edmund Burke

And those other friends let evil triumph. They were good men too. I personally know that they are chivalric and honorable. But they let evil win and reinforced a mentality of taking undeservedly.

Don't ever be yellow friends. Believe in what is yours rightfully. You make society a better place for everyone when you fight for what is right.

Oh...and Watchmen was awesome.

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X is for Xenophobia

Xenophobia is the fear of foreigners.

This 26 posts in 26 Days is really killing and cramping my style. I just want it to be OVER.

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W is for Winter

I sense that winter is upon us.

Poeple will love winter for different reasons. Some love it because they get to wooly warm clothes, others look forward to the return of the scarf, others love the dark clouds and thunder, and others love the weather it brings.

Why do I love winter?

Because I don't have to wash my car. Today it rained pretty hard and my car was looking dirty again. Thank you Mother Nature for cleaning it again.

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V is for Vision

I'm at a point in my life where the vision of the road is getting a little blurry.

I want to do so many things but going down many paths is as good route as going down none.

Hmmmm...

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