East.Side.Back.Street

man i woke up on a wrong note. it all started with dumbo's msg about stevie g's imminent departure from anfield that took me out of bed. speaking about loyalty these days.. since it was so early in the morning with nothing to do, i decided to drop by our clique blog. unike most people who are working or schooling, i'm just bumming around till school starts. as such there really is'nt much highlight in the past week. probably with the exception of my first tuition and first marathon with part of the clique( i would choose to name those not on about it rather than those who ran. those who did not run are- sq as usual, lam, dumbo but he's on duty.) if you would consider 10km as one. the run took a toll on me. not so much of the run itself but the waiting. waiting for the run to begin and waiting for the heroic esmond to receive his award( by the way, esmond came in 9th. the rest of us were unnumbered), which incidentally became the longest wait. what i could not understand was there seemed to be an award for everyone who participated. voluntary, corporate, competitive..the run was not spared our usual thrashy, dirt kicking slapstick humour. from reminding X(to protect his identity. by the way he's the only diver in the clique) not to poo in his XX to song sprinting forward each time xin called from behind when they were supposed to be running together. this run happens to be our first competitive together and probably the last in quite awhile. since blackie and esmond will be leaving our sunny shores to further and broaden their sights in a land famed for producing beckham and maybe.. hesky? so with this i'll pen pff here. WAIT! i just realised the eastside has not registered anything. proving to be the dominant force on the pitch just is'nt enough. looks like we are the literary force too. haha. and so thrash talks start all over again with an undying dispute on the D.