the replacements
ah... i just realised i'm kinda susceptible to feel-good/underdog movies...
*turns on "Balls of Fire"
ah, the exuberance in the roars (not barks) of the underdogs who have risen above, the histronic rush of hearts and hopes well-placed, and most of the time, manifesting themselves in that one moment of elevation. sooo feel-good.
or maybe it's that abject loser who gets a seconds wind and now thinks he's the top of his small pitiful world.
nah jk.
it's definitely the former.
just finished watching "The Replacements". Old flick about the NFL strike in 1987. most people would know the film, starring keanu reeves (who later ditched shinguards for the blue pill... in the matrix of course... LOL).
The character played by Gene Hackman, had this to say at the end:
"When the Washington Sentinels left the stadium that date, there was no tickertape parade, no endorsement deals for sneakers or soda pop, or breakfast cereal. Just a locker to be cleaned out, and a ride home to catch. But what they didn't know, was that their lives had been changed forever because they had been part of something great. And greatness, no matter how brief stays with a man."
i went "wow...."
... then i scratched my ass.
heeheehee
_______
was supposed to watch the da vinci code with my classmates but somehow or rather, the plan fell through. it's sad, period. There's hardly a level of commitment or comradry among my classmates, and i guess i cannot abstain myself from blame.
As classmates, colleagues, friends, compadres even, in the cordial sense that we spend so much time together;
sometimes i sound this out to myself: that the only reason why there's inconquerable distance between us is that instinctively, we do not feel it is worth the effort, or even open arms, to receive someone and what they haf to offer. and that feeling is reciprocated. cold hearts.
because, what we think they offer is of pittance.
pittance that is hardly worth open arms.
pittance of is at most a yawn.
a yawn in the distance, over, down, yonder.
It's truly regrettable. i die a little thinking 'bout it.
i'm sorry i have to conclude this post on a sombre note.
Lester
the great.
*turns on "Balls of Fire"
ah, the exuberance in the roars (not barks) of the underdogs who have risen above, the histronic rush of hearts and hopes well-placed, and most of the time, manifesting themselves in that one moment of elevation. sooo feel-good.
or maybe it's that abject loser who gets a seconds wind and now thinks he's the top of his small pitiful world.
nah jk.
it's definitely the former.
just finished watching "The Replacements". Old flick about the NFL strike in 1987. most people would know the film, starring keanu reeves (who later ditched shinguards for the blue pill... in the matrix of course... LOL).
The character played by Gene Hackman, had this to say at the end:
"When the Washington Sentinels left the stadium that date, there was no tickertape parade, no endorsement deals for sneakers or soda pop, or breakfast cereal. Just a locker to be cleaned out, and a ride home to catch. But what they didn't know, was that their lives had been changed forever because they had been part of something great. And greatness, no matter how brief stays with a man."
i went "wow...."
... then i scratched my ass.
heeheehee
_______
was supposed to watch the da vinci code with my classmates but somehow or rather, the plan fell through. it's sad, period. There's hardly a level of commitment or comradry among my classmates, and i guess i cannot abstain myself from blame.
As classmates, colleagues, friends, compadres even, in the cordial sense that we spend so much time together;
sometimes i sound this out to myself: that the only reason why there's inconquerable distance between us is that instinctively, we do not feel it is worth the effort, or even open arms, to receive someone and what they haf to offer. and that feeling is reciprocated. cold hearts.
because, what we think they offer is of pittance.
pittance that is hardly worth open arms.
pittance of is at most a yawn.
a yawn in the distance, over, down, yonder.
It's truly regrettable. i die a little thinking 'bout it.
i'm sorry i have to conclude this post on a sombre note.
Lester
the great.
