the new year
so everybody put your best suit or dress on,
let’s make believe that we are wealthy for just this once.
lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn,
as thirty dialogues bleed into one.
i wish the world was flat like the old days,
so I could travel just by folding a map.
no more airplanes or speed-trains or freeways,
there’d be no distance that could hold us back.
KTBFFH
from stamford bridge, to wembley moscow,
we’ll keep the blue flag, flying high.
murphy’s law
then the swiss franc was stale against the yen. and so the position is closed out for a tiny tiny profit. the exact micro-second the ‘close’ button was clicked, it rises and rises.
life is full of moments like this.
oh, juliano!
fan: Briefly, if chelsea had to play in a 5-aside tournament which line up will you pick?
Juliano Belletti: Hilário would be the goalkeeper. I would join the line-up and play with Joe Cole, Ashley Cole, Wright-Phillips and Anelka.
oh no! back to school juliano!
avram granted some relief
poor beleaguered avram got a little bit of love from the fans on saturday, but fans as a whole are a fickle lot. if we succeed against liverpool this coming wednesday, i can see everyone sparing him a bit more love. even more so if we beat manutd/barcelona in moscow. but falter and the knives will be out again.
saturday evening was full of passion, passion i’ve sadly not been able to associate with my beloved blues for a long time yet. passion in that small little dhoby ghaut pub, and equally passionate was the showing on a grass patch thousands of miles away. the team was hungry, motivated, although i still have reservations as to how much of that is down to grant.
while doubts on avram linger, there’s none whatsoever about the chelsea spirit and brotherhood. a dysfunctional family almost, with a “father figure” that divides opinion and seems not to command too much respect. a fiercely close-knit group, and there was even room for two squabbling brothers, one of them the undoubtly talented problem child and the other, a comeback kid and fearless leader.
thing is, whatever it is, we won. and the premier league trophy is more than a faint hope now. cue riotous celebrations in that small dhoby ghaut pub as well as on a grass patch thousands of miles away.
after all, the family that wins together, stays together.
for now i reserve my opinion on the israeli, and will instead channel my energies to willing my beloved blues on. (you know, whatever it is that helps.)
john arne riises to the occasion
Press release:-
Liverpool defender John Arne Riise was stopped on the M62 highway after the Reds 1-1 UEFA Champions League draw with Chelsea. He was apparently heading in the wrong direction.
i will possess your heart.
you gotta spend some time, love.
you gotta spend some time, with me.
deal or no deal?
“I’m thrilled to be on deal or no deal with you tonight. come to think of it, i’m thrilled to be anywhere with high ratings these days”
“Howie (gameshow host), i don’t know if you are free to come to washington anytime soon but i have to reach an agreement with congress on the federal budget. how’d you like to host a 3 trillion dollar deal or no deal?”
- george w. bush
(irregardless, the contestant was an ex-army captain who served in iraq, who cites bush as his hero and volunteered to serve in iraq in his second and third tours. bush had a nice personal message for him thanking him for his brave service. nice touch, george.)
you gotta spend some time, love.
an 8 minute 31 seconds song with a over-4-minute intro and 7-9 different lines of lyrics only is indulgent, narcissistic, conceited and self-obsessed. and you can only get away with it if you are death cab for cutie.
you gotta spend some time, love.
grey sky morning
it may take some time to patch me up inside,
i can’t take it so i run away and hide.
how long, now?
where do i go when i come up empty?
where do i go when the party ends?
quote-unquote
“If they are still undecided at this point, what they are saying is they are undecided about Hillary Clinton. That doesn’t bode well for Hillary’s mathematically questionable strategy for winning the nomination. What a voter is basically saying is: “Hey, I have known you for 15 years or so, and I’m still not quite sure about you. This new guy, I’ve known for about a hot minute, and both of you are on equal footing.”
-Mwita, Los Angeles
it’s beginning to get to me
i wanted something, that’s purer than the water,
like we were.
it’s not there now, and eloquence and anger,
are all we have.
if anger takes the place of guilt and ill-feeling, if it helps you and me.
then i guess i’m fine with it.
ugh.
vilify me, let it be ALL my fault. i know i’m no saint, so kick me in the teeth as well.
they’re grabbing our balls to make us pay.
a certain singaporean conglomerate needs to come to terms with the reality that singapore is too small for two pay-tv operators, and they can’t have their greedy hands and faces in every conceivable pie. you’ve missed the pay-tv bandwagon, deal with it. rather than try to create an artificial environment of “healthy competition” which is just a euphemism for “rip consumers off to line their own fat wallets”.
makes me wonder
i’ve been here before, one day i’ll wake up and it won’t hurt anymore.
