You showed up tonight. You didn't see me, but I saw you walk in late with your friend. I forgot her name but I remembered we had dinner with her once. That was a life time ago. You still look as beautiful as I remembered. When it was over I waited until you were almost at your car. I called your name from the other side of the street. When you turned around, you looked so sad. I waved hello and goodbye.
I remember in Sunday school our teacher said God knows about your every thought. He told us to imagine there is a little tv screen mounted to your forehead and it was displaying whatever was going through your mind at that moment to everyone else. If that ever was to happen, I'd start wearing bandannas again. These forehead mounted tv monitors do not exist (thankfully), but I'm going to give you the next best thing. I've decided to mic my brain.
On Saturday I went to Richmond Pro to play badminton. I brought along a video camera to record some video to send to my cousin in Vietnam. I decided to post it up and include the internal monologue that I go through during a game.
I'm in the near court wearing the white, black and blue with the stripes going down the middle. This is the first time I've met the guy I'm playing with. We are up against my good friends Ronnie and Percy in the red and black.
I was later beat quite convincingly. I was considering posting that video too but I would have had to bleep out too many words. If there is enough interest maybe I'll include it.
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