The weekend. Went through so many activities that it got me tired now. I think what was fun was the Miami-New York basketball game last night, am sure a lot of people saw it. I love the jocking and jostling of position, even Chris Bosh getting an offensive foul trying to post up on a New York big man had me thinking "That's an offensive foul?"
In my opinion, basketball will be basketball. I think these type of activity will always be intense. I remember then, I mean, TNT even showed the Miami and New York rivalry with everyone from Larry Johnson, Allan Houston to Alonzo Mourning, and I remember watching those games, and it's funny with how Pat Riley's face has changed. I was actually saddened to see him "with that face", because I always thought of him as Armani, and dude who'd make ridiculous antics trying to motivate the team. But yesterday was different, that it was my first time to see him for a couple of years, and he doesn't have that zeal where he's sitting just disinterested with everything.
I was in a lot of places locally that I really learn life in different aspects. I was with companions yesterday, and at his house he had the famous Van Goh cafe painting, and I tried to warm the conversation that he'd testify on the message of the painting. But it was different, because I thought he was trying to warm me up for a testimony. I shared a story with how we got the painting, and how much we got it for. But I was particular with the painting, because first of all, it's very popular, and I studied that painting in detail, I believe I understand every fibre of that painting. The problem was, I thought about it this morning, what's the technique colour on the ground! :) So I started having ideas that may be it's a space ship, yeah, odd, I just don't understand where orange would come from along with all kinds of colour. I thought about how it just rained, and perhaps it's the reflection, but there's all kinds of colour there. I thought about it again this morning, and I was like, "Yeah, coffee is life." The painting is an exibition of the cafe, the rest of the painting is dark, but that's classic life, there's a lot of stories with Tim Horton's where basically people feel anew when walking into the shop. And I've grown to understand that coffee is a big deal to people, because I drank a lot too,
The evening was sports night, and it was in Stouville which also out skirts of GTA to the point where one area there is literally ghost town. It didn't bother me first, but when I thought about the scary jokes, "Frigg, it is scary here." I started acting odd, and I really tried to scare the people at the back, I was going monster, man. Haha! Something with horror, I admit I am tempted to watch and read horror material, but it's in that moment when am afraid when it becomes really regrettable. I've been scared then, and it would take me weeks to lay off of it, I hated it.
The weekend was fun, am trying to not depend my life on activities where it's this godliness, right? But just coming across with people... I find life odd, because when you're not doing anything, it's boring, but when you do things, they're such a struggle. Singing practise was like three hours on Saturday, and am like, "Am sleeping early, am tired." Next day, I didn't feel right that I really wanted to go walking, good thing there was sports night at the companion's house.
Anything profound or life changing didn't really occur over the weekend, I was just surprised how good the Miami-New York game was, because you're dealing with pros, and each of them have unique talents, and if you let it clash, magic, baby.