Saturday, November 29, 2008
One was told that Simon's French vocabulary when the match was slipping from his grasp was as rich as most meals from his home country, so we should not leap to decry Murray too quickly. - Times Online
Simon, the world No 9 and the second-ranked Frenchman, doesn't have the charisma and the slam-dunks of Jo-Wilfried Tsonga, he doesn't have the sublime one-handed backhand of Richard Gasquet, and he doesn't have the energetic celebrations of Gael Monfils, but what he does have is a great tennis brain. - Telegraph UK
the above two excerpts have been sitting in my blogger draft since 13th november. i love how the authors describe simon, gasquet and the other french players. i like flowery languages. hahah.
it's been quite a while since i first kept those excerpts in my blogger draft, and i have only revisited blogger a few moments ago. it's amazing how time has flown by me. true, school hours might seem the longest when you're in the most boring class ever. but the last year of my university life has been swift, to say the least. for one, my modules have been pretty interesting, except for jurisprudence (which, if not for its complexity, can be quite intellectually stimulating and hence 'interesting', in a warped sadistical sense).
i just had really really cheap italian food (ie, pizza, but i mean the nicely oven-baked thin crust truly italian pizzas, and not those thick and gross ones you get from over commercialized pizza huts, which coincidentally have renamed themselves - at least sporadically in london - 'pasta hut') from pizza express. ive always walked pass the outlet at bow street while walking to school, and ive always admired how pleased the patrons inside look. and today, ive got a taste of how it feels to be behind those glass window panels, for a change. it was really delicious. but what made it better, was the company of my dear law schoolmates. it finally felt comfortable to be in a group of friends again. ive been struggling to feel comfortable in large groups, because often i do not know a large bulk of them well enough to say anything. but with these friends, i felt at ease and we just had so much fun talking about the most random things.
and then i had an epiphany (which is why i had a sudden urge to log into blogger and type this out). i realize that even if you have more friends than other people, or hang out in big groups (thinking you're the coolest gang cause of the sheer size - im sure almost every kid in primary school thought it was the coolest thing to be in the biggest clique!), you're wrong to think that you're most fortunate. i think one is most fortunate when he or she has friends who really understand him/her, friends who adore him/her, friends who remember more than just his/her name (or to bother to even remember his/her name even, at least), friends who do not just say hi and bye to him/her when they see him/her, friends he/she can share ups and downs with, friends who care about him/her (not only when he's/she's ill, although coincidentally i am popping tons of pills into my mouth and using tons of tissues to clear my runny nose).
since the joyous occasion of christmas is coming, i want to take this opportunity to thank the
few friends (in the true sense of the word) i really treasure here in london. i dont think i need to list them, and i think they know who they are.
from the bottom of my heart, je t'aime beaucoup, mes amis! :)
Joyeux Noël! Happy Christmas! :)
&
hush pretty pink lady ;
at 11:20 pm
