nice guys finish last... some never do.

and some were born to walk this road alone. was going to write a happy post about the great food, rugby and of course, friends at shafiq's today. but that's going into the bin. a blog is really a window into another person's life. and tonight, i've read a great number of blogs. gone were the days my friends blogged about the pain of school and exams, the gung-ho 'glory above all' of sports, dreams of going away, most have even accepted the fucked up nature of that which shall not be named. instead lately blogs seemed to be focused on the four letter word no its not fuck ( if only it was but never mind... go figure )i'm happy for you guys suprisingly even for you asshole who taunted dom during interfac. soccer and made avril V. sherman remind me to show you the blog. but maybe its not meant to be that way for everyone. 'i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, and the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone...Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me, till then i walk alone.'