for the love of football

Americans call it soccer, we call it football. i do not blame them though, they have their own sports and call themselves "world champions". how ironic. anyways football is something close to every person`s heart. we are taught to love it from an early age and usualy we support the same teams as the person who taught us to love the game. i however shaped my own destiny, i fell in love with arsene wenger and arsenal,  i have heartbreak every time we lose to manchester united, my father`s favourite team. i put up with the laughter each and every season we do not win a cup but deep inside, a part of me dies everytime. they say time heals wounds but my wounds are cut deeper each and every time Arsenal do not win a cup.

long walk to boredom

i remember walking to school on winter mornings, ignorant to the fact that i was shaping my future. to me school was just a place where you learnt to cohabit with stuck up children who wanted nothing but to see you suffer. the only thing i enjoyed during my school days was my walk to and from school. the slow stroll that was accompanied by the occasional kicking of rocks and the deep thought that seperated me and the nature around me. i dreamt about being rich without working, having people look up to me. literaly, working hard enough to attract the girl of my dreams and lastly i dreamt of having a beard. all these dreams led to my harsh reality of being late to school and getting a routine beating everyday. eventualy my dreams faded like smoke from a cigar. it was then that my journey to school became my LONG WALK TO BOREDOM