in my place.
in my ideal world, charades would be confined only to the halls of game. people say what they think and think what they say, and duplicity a myth. people would take their time to pass judgement on others and themselves.
in this world, people indulge in their emotions without the excessive repression of societal norms. if we’re happy we clap our hands and sing out loud, when we’re angry we swear and strut around in rage, and when we’re touched by sincere words carved from real and raw emotion and passion we can embrace our tears without fear.
hmm.
i stand at the edge, ready to be chastened. and i have five days of my life in an adidas duffel bag. i am not quite sure what arts camp would hold for me. my only hope is for there to not be too much of disappointment.
cause scarily, i’m getting used to that feeling already.
you’ve gotta spend some time, love.
death cab for cutie is coming to singapore. yes. singapore.
i’ll jump around in sheer ecstacy and joy after i get over the shock (a most pleasant shock, of course.)
(update at 1.58am)
i’m starting to feel the buzz already. (displays penchant for understatement)
nine feline lives
they say cats have nine lives.
actually i have quite a few myself too. and i even live them simultaneously.
some of them inside my head.
quote-unquote(s) by the violent one
“I’ll wait for you outside, mate” Scolari books a date with a referee who ordered him from Brazil’s bench in 2000.
“He was going to hit [Ricardo] Quaresma and I defended him” – pugilist Phil stands up for his players by thumping the Serbian defender Ivica Dragutinovic in a Euro 2008 qualifier last September.
“Who was to blame out there was the referee. Two metres offside!” - Scolari’s alternative reason for punching Dragutinovic.
“I’m not perfect. Everyone makes mistakes, and I lost my head here” – the suits from the Portuguese FA prise a confession from chastened Phil over the Serbian punch-up.
“If someone talks about my private life, for example, I’ll give them a good punching. I’m not interested in suing. I like to sort things out my way” – that sounds like a challenge for the British press.
“Jesus said we should turn the other cheek. Unfortunately, Figo is not Jesus Christ” – and nor did Jesus headbutt Mark van Bommel, as Luis Figo just had in June 2006.
“I believe firmly in astrology. Since I was a kid, the stars told me I was a winner” – he’s a Scorpio, by the way. The same as the Chelsea owner Roman Abramovich.
“When the ball goes to his feet it doesn’t cry. When it goes to my feet it cries” - the difference between Zinedine Zidane and Scolari.
“I don’t want this situation involving England because in two days during which I was not coach, I never agreed to anything, my life was invaded. My privacy was totally under siege” – the Sensitive One rejects England.
“I think Pele knows nothing about soccer. He’s done nothing as a coach and his analysis turns out to be always wrong. If you plan on winning a title, you do the opposite to what Pele says” – World Cup winner Scolari reveals the secret of his success.
some things in life money can’t buy.
deco… 10 million.
kaka… 55 million.
david villa… 32 million.
samuel eto’o… 16 million
watching big phil punch another opponent player as chelsea manager… priceless.
they had sex WHERE?
an italian couple who were caught having sex in a church confessional box while morning Mass was being read have repented and made peace with the local bishop.
they were detained by police earlier this month after they had made love in the confessional box in the cathedral in northern Cesena, and cautioned for obscene acts in public and disturbing a religious function.
last week the bishop celebrated a “Mass of reparation” in the cathedral where the confessional box incident took place to make up for the sacrilege.
mann, talk about kinky!
here i dreamt i was a soldier
tree upon tree lay stoutly
here in the neat rows that i had marked;
and this was where i dreamt i marched,
and though i didn’t finish the journey
i made it somewhat close.
man upon man stood solemnly
here in rank, in file, in their sunday best.
and every pair of eyes
were fixed on me and i was not sure
i was just part of the marching band.
so here i stand in my lonesome mess
i packed my duffel bag and set foot.
i packed my rifle in
with filtered water and cans of food
and a photo of the outside world.
i was nothing of a soldier,
but i will fight until my bitter end.
and i’ll stay in this tent
where i am home and i am safe
till somebody brings me home.
so here i watched as the summer fades,
i felt myself slip into the shade.
far from sight and further from mind
i whispered my lungs out in vain
i thought myself dead and gone.
i am close to the inevitable,
i will be buried with my regalia.
in this brilliant castle
that underscored my might and fame
and was built on sand and air.
and here i watch my empire crumble,
still i loved ordering my drawbridge down.
as people come and go,
i ease them past the imposing moat
that separated me from the outside world.
so my bandmates played their french horns,
but their music was a pitch too high.
i was told love was not a competition,
but i was dead and out by spring,
in this season-long struggle.
take one, take two,
it was perfect bar the end.
it’s alright, though it lacked
a dramatic bit of tears and rain.
we part, we made love,
somewhere hazy and far away.
i died, and i woke,
missed the highs and got spared the lows.
pictures of a conversation
me: hello are you working (at menotti) today?
ex: ehh no i’m not working, who are you?
me: ed? you got my number right?
ex: are you my ex?
me: yes i am your ex.
… …
ex: i’ve helped you check! there are no seats at menotti besides the al fresco ones.
me: so you deleted my number after we broke up? that’s horrid.
ex: (protests innocence)
hmm
if i had to believe in something,
i’ll believe in another beer. and another. and another.
how clinton can now win the race
So, the Democratic National Committee has bent the rules for Senator Clinton and effectively given her 87 delegates and Senator Obama 63 from two states that were not supposed to be counted. That gives Clinton a grand total of 1,580 pledged (more or less) delegates, and Obama 1,711. While, technically that still leaves Obama with “the lead,” there are 86 pledged delegates remaining to be awarded in Puerto Rico, Montana, and South Dakota. This means that Clinton can still pull it out if she picks up 153 percent of the remaining delegates, an improvement on the 181 percent she would have needed to pick up if not for the Michigan-Florida deal.
- David Swanson, from afterdowningstreet.
lol!
quote-unquote
“I’m not happy about the way the Chinese are treating the Tibetans because I don’t think anyone should be unkind to anyone else. And then the earthquake and all this stuff happened, and then I thought, is that karma? When you’re not nice that the bad things happen to you?”
- Sharon Stone
