Friday, April 24, 2009

ON HOW I LOVE SN TRACK AND FIELD, GUANG ZHOU CELEBRITIRES, NICE LOOKING PEOPLE (OKAY BOYS), ON RUNNING, ON CHEERING, ON WINNING, AND ON LOOKING LIKE A RETARD IN IN THE PAPERS.

I reckon i lead a very interesting life.

I really do.

I just had to look like a scrambling fool in the papers, did i? I just had to.

My dad says though, it was because of me that ST used that picture. Because why use a picture where everyone is standing straight upright like the winners they are when you can use one where the girls on the podium are falling off and only-can-see-your-ponytail-less and grabbing onto each other for their dear lives, right?

People live for this kinda amusement.
Makes you realise that they are humans who screw up in big moments.

Aw but its embarrassing crazy, though.

And i cant believe how exciting it was yesterday.
IT WAS DAMN FRIKIN MADNESS I TELL YOU.

IT WAS DARN FRIKIN MADNESS. (Now you imagine me with my face all worked up shouting this)

Just $%^&*(that actually means veryimmenselysomuchomgicantreallhytalkcoherentlyanymore) amazing.

I made up a theme song for us runners, which goes something like "I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins, spotlight on me and im ready to ra-ahce."

Tres original or what.
But who cares! Spears should be happy her Circus is doing some good in the world.

I dont really know how to say it, but I $%^&* LOVE SNG! AND SNG TRACK TEAM AND MY JUNIORS AND MY TEAM AND MY FRIENDS WHO SCREAMS THEIR LUMGS OUT FOR US ALL UNTIL THEY FELL SICK. I WANNA THANKS ALL THOSE MAD PEOPLE (CLEO ALI) FOR RUSHING DOWN AND NOT EVEN MANAGING TO WATCH THE RACES BUT COMING DOWN ANYWAY. I WANNA THANK DIONNE FOR HER MEDAL WITH THE (AHEM) STRING. I WANNA SAY ILOVEYOU TO VANES WHO SCREAMED SO HARD FOR ME THAT I NEARLY CRACKED UP AT HER CONTORTED FACE.

I WANNA SAY THANKS TO NAT AND CARA AND WQ AND PUPS AND MOST OF ALL MR ALMIGHTY WHO WE WERE BEGGING TO GUIDE US THROUGH.

And he did.
He performs miracles, he does, Mr Almighty.

He did for Inez, he did for Fiona and he did for SN.
Living, breathing testimonies for what he can do if we just trust, i tell you. Its out of this world.

JAI HO.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Cinematic, baby
(It only means i think you're cool, mei)

There is something about Mark Richmond which makes you like him. It's not that he's exceptionally suave and handsome or beautifully chiseled, it's more of his way with words.

His poise.
His charm.
His charisma.

Obama oozes it, it practically flows from his shoes and brimms over and drowns his audience in his brilliant, charming, luminosity.
Hilter exploited it to achieve something so unspeakably horrific, at such a large scale he is comparable to the devil.
Martin Luther King employed it because He Had A Dream, a Dream to free his people.
Mahatma Ghandi possesed it and freed India, and millions of impoverished.
Cristiano Ronaldo wears it histrionically, arrogantly and sexily as he struts around the pitch.

Mark Richmond used it to soothe the nerves of 50 students who's hearts were beating, whose palms were wetting themselves and whose curiosity had turned into nervousness.

Mark Richmond told of Smiling Cameras and Being Yourself and lame little anecdotes which made the tangible agitation of 50 students melt into easy laughter.

Charisma is something special.

Its the beauty of making people see instead of just looking.
Its the beauty of making people listen instead of just hearing.
Its the beauty of making people feel instead of just listening.
Its the beauty of making people act instead of just feeling.



I suppose when God wants us to spread his magnificence and unconditional love, he gives us charisma to make others listen to us. Gosh, im thinking im not going to be all preachy because no one listens to people who preach all the time.

But God gives me experiences which i retell and retell and retell and SHOUT FROM THE ROOFTOPS AND SING IN THE RAIN ABOUT.

And the thing is, people listen to you. To me. To whoever who has has felt his grace.

And maybe thats Charisma at its best.