I have just been lying on my bed, strumming the guitar. I haven't been really happy as of this afternoon. It seems like the feeling I am having right now can be compared to a feeling I felt long time ago. It was when I was walking past a newspaper stand, on the way home from school. I managed to catch a glipse of the title of the leading tabloid of singapore. I read it and stopped, for a while. And then I bought a copy of it, as I read it, the more I felt like the title is the pure truth, to the last letter. Most tabloids have puns in thier top stories, this one had one full page dedicated to that one article, no advertisements, nothing, Just a couple of words and a picture of a sports person. I sat on the bus and slowly read the title aloud to let the information sink in.
"It's over. Cantona quits"
For those who do not follow up on the commngs and goings of English soccer. Let me explain it to you with an analogy with the flavour of today.
Eric Cantona was a soccer player. In today's world we have Giggs and Owens and all the other famous soccer stars of English Football. We also have a demi-god David Beckham. When compared to Cantona, they don't rank up. Cantona stits amongst soccer greats like Pele and Veiri. Cantona was the golden boy of the English Premiership. People would wear jerseys with his number on it, the Red Devils reigned supreme with him as thier captain. O' Captain my Captain. He quit in 1996 because he had played so much soccer it had become boring and no amount of money Manchester United could pay him would convince him to stay.
Well, as you can see now, I am a fan of soccer. And Cantona quitting was a blow.
Now I feel a tinge of the same feeling comming over me. But the tabloids in my mind now read
"It's Over. Sytingco leaves"
In some ways the same conclusions can be seen, Cantona's skill with the ball can be seen as Gillainne's winning personality, and his captaincy over the Red Devils can be seen as Gilainne's partial captaincy over the crowd that hangs in Mansfield. If Gilainne is not present what is the glue that binds us all to that area? Ronald would not haunt Mansfield anymore. people may come and stay but it won't be the same. There is no glue in the bonds. When a good freind who I don't know that well leaves, it somehow makes me feel sadder as when compared to a freind I know very well, as with the freind I know well, I can always keep in contact with and the likelihood that I will loose contact with that person is really low, but with someone I don't know that well, contact disintergrates and I loose the person I once knew as a freind.
So as I sat there, and laid down and hugged my guitar after strumming many a melancholic chord in the Minors. I sat and thought so many of my freinds have left and are not comming back. They few people that I could have really deep converstaion with are leaving. First Krishneel, now Gilainne and soon to follow Ker Han. Seems like the Pax Joelia is going the same way of the Pax Romana. Society of Macleans as we know it is crumbling.
Oh well, I have to read 1984 now. And it is Valentines Day 2morow, HEEE HEEE HEE HE EHEHEE HEHEHE., I have no idea why in Dog's name I am laughing like a mad man, maybe it is because I am.