Music: Radiohead - Knives Out - Amnesiac
Mood: Strange
Today, I woke up and my house was empty. My cousin came into my room at 4 to say goodbye, I rolled out of bed at 10:30, and there was no one around, save for my paternal Grandmother. This is such a stark contast from what we've been used to for the past 6 weeks.
Let me preface, that it feels rather strange to have this entire house empty, after months of planning, anticipation, concern, and of course, the event itself. Now, it feels sad and empty. The next time we will ever have a gathering of such magnitude will be perhaps in 5 or so years, when someone gets married. But memories like this won't last longer than the end of the summer.
Anyways, Londoners rejoice. The 2012 Olympics are in your backyard, after 5 days of presentations and bickering, the games are headed there instead of conventional selection New York, or Paris, or Madrid, or even Moscow. I know that my relatives in Trafalger Square are probably celebrating in style, yet exercising the utmost restraint so as to not 'rub it in'.
But really, who cares for the Olympics these days. They are such a bland reference to competitive sports of yesteryear, and the sanctity of such events went out the window with BALCO and the doping results that took medals from Gold and Silver winners. The only event I ever showed a hint of interest in was the Basketball, but even then it took a backseat because Americans would crush everyone every year. Now it seems not to be the case, as more and more countries are looking to kick more ass.
Really, I should be a fan of the Olympics, given that it is not dominated by a single country, rather a litany of contenders surprise the viewing audience every year. But, I just can't relate to the events: they bore me. I would much rather watch something else, even a re-run of Entourage for 20 minutes than sit through another one of those stink-bomb gymnastic events.
Mood: Strange
Today, I woke up and my house was empty. My cousin came into my room at 4 to say goodbye, I rolled out of bed at 10:30, and there was no one around, save for my paternal Grandmother. This is such a stark contast from what we've been used to for the past 6 weeks.
Let me preface, that it feels rather strange to have this entire house empty, after months of planning, anticipation, concern, and of course, the event itself. Now, it feels sad and empty. The next time we will ever have a gathering of such magnitude will be perhaps in 5 or so years, when someone gets married. But memories like this won't last longer than the end of the summer.
Anyways, Londoners rejoice. The 2012 Olympics are in your backyard, after 5 days of presentations and bickering, the games are headed there instead of conventional selection New York, or Paris, or Madrid, or even Moscow. I know that my relatives in Trafalger Square are probably celebrating in style, yet exercising the utmost restraint so as to not 'rub it in'.
But really, who cares for the Olympics these days. They are such a bland reference to competitive sports of yesteryear, and the sanctity of such events went out the window with BALCO and the doping results that took medals from Gold and Silver winners. The only event I ever showed a hint of interest in was the Basketball, but even then it took a backseat because Americans would crush everyone every year. Now it seems not to be the case, as more and more countries are looking to kick more ass.
Really, I should be a fan of the Olympics, given that it is not dominated by a single country, rather a litany of contenders surprise the viewing audience every year. But, I just can't relate to the events: they bore me. I would much rather watch something else, even a re-run of Entourage for 20 minutes than sit through another one of those stink-bomb gymnastic events.
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