the sweet silver song of a lark

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3 days of scouring, shouting, screaming, singing…somehow, this visit is more emotional compared to 2001’s. thank technology for that, probably.

for me, the highlight was indefinitely singing ynwa on the banks of the river right in front of them. well, xavi and carra, specifically. (if only there was finnan. oh how we missed the irish lad.) carra was stumped, xavi actually managed a smile and waves, kuyt was actually amiable and sammy lee, bless him, was sporting as always. even rafa acknowledged he found the singing along the river was very, erm, emotional. no kidding. except for the fucking irritating cavern emcee who keeps on and on egoing himself. idiot.

as for the match, it was justifiable. only the section that we were sitting were motionless most of the time. i swear i can hear a pin drop in most parts of the 1st half. no singing, no cheering, just sitting and mumbles. luckily it did pick up a bit in the 2nd half.

and words of advice to noh alam shah and indra shahdan: dont be a fucken prima donna. you shld be glad yourselves that you are actually playing against one of the top teams in the world. of course you shld know who the people are rooting for. BODOH NYE MAMATS.

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u.g.l.y.

best comment so far from football365.

I’ve been away, so forgive me if this has been pointed out already, but if Manchester United were indeed to hold on to Tevez, and sign Franck Ribery, along with Rooney, would they have the ugliest strikeforce the world has ever seen? They would, quite literally, give defenders nightmares. Off the top of my head, only Iain Dowie and Matt Le Tissier in their Southampton days would come close to beating them.

The prospect of kids all over Manchester (well, ok, Surrey) waking up with those three mugs on their Man Utd duvets is surely enough to send the marketing bods at Old Trafford into a cold sweat. Say what you like about Beckham and Ronaldo, but they aren’t unattractive guys and their status reflects that. How can Man Utd compete on a global scale with football’s equivalents of Sloth from the Goonies banging in the goals?
Steve

shifting goal posts

Who Really Is To Blame
I’m blaming all of United woes on AIG and those ridiculous bonuses.
Mike (Straw grasping) Garcia, Toronto

now, now a word of advise to the pool fans – relax. don’t go overboard. the last time pool went on a scoring rampage, they went for a good 2 weeks international break and came back firing blanks after which. remember 2 seasons ago? after the drubbing of derby county? hopefully you still do.

if you are still trying to figure out why they are scoring by the bucketloads, lemme sarip give the simple reason – they simply do not have to. pool vs villa games are always in favor to pool anyway. reason being? villa don’t play aggro footie, unlike other teams. easy peasy. look at the past results. there are some teams that pool tend to do well (e.g. villa) and bad (e.g. irritatingly boro). so do the math. another reason why they are firing on all cylinders? because nobody expects them too. pool tends to do well when nobody expects them to do well, or in this case, win. technically. we’ll see how the famous pool choke hold will come to make its appearance once they are expected to grind out a result. i’ve been too long as a pool fan to acknowledge the high hopes feeling and then having theheart crushed to pieces when you expect them to do well. we are so used to disappointments. heh.

and that will be the time when the usual suspects will make your heart boil and your mind spinning.

i’m looking at you dirk kuyt and to many an extent, the stubborn rafa.

sick degrees of separation

i like monday nights.

tv-wise that is.

have three sheets, thirsty traveller, samantha who, it’s always sunny in philadelphia, etc. even though i’ve to switch channels every now and then, esp during commercials. not gratifying though.

i love three sheets if you mind, thank you very nice.

and there’s lonely planet’s six degrees too.

yesterday’s episode they were showing asha gill prowling across kl. (it’s only come into mind that the episode is so dah lama basi already. my bad. im bad with tv actually)

ok fine, probably good. until that reshmanouruahhskxxkapalabutohakjskjas fella came onto the screen. actually a lot of the time. urgh. so asha was doing this was doing that and pooom she was suddenly in this club where she was brought onto the stage to answer some cheesy questions from the mc. which happens to be ferhad. one name. i wonder why.

i can see from the clip this asha gill was actually reserved when this ferhad was facing her. crossed arms, disinterested look, quickly running off the stage. well who wouldn’t? with an irritating mc like who wants to be pretentiously cool, even terrapins on one leg will dash across. he is very tak boleh angkat.

next scene, asha was talking to this cute chick. actually look more like the sevensetsofparallel girl. yes you. no offense though. ada resemblence i tell you. betul, tak bedek.

and so both of them talked. and asha finally looked relaxed. and this cute chick was talking about kl yadda yadda yadda, and she invited asha to come visit her house the next day. she mentioned a ranch. A RANCH. IN KL. pukimakdatok. cute chick AND freaking rich BUT looks the unpretentious lot . what. a. combo.

pap pap pap pup pup pup. commercial break here. commercial break there. (i actually like those jeniffer adams commercial. ok easy reason. she’s cute.)

moving on…

so suddenly asha was driving. an old school volvo. nice. and she was talking about this girl, names alyssa. father’s a diplomat, environmentalist, and mak datok abundance of expensive cars and the tak boleh tahan huge house. she welcomed, wore all white, hair tied with you know that straight little fringe hanging about and greeted with the voice that has a tersendat hingus blocked in the nose type but actually no hingus. you get the drift. probably she just woke up.

her dad suddenly appeared, and wow, he’s shy of the camera. low-key person and freaking rich. respect! showed family albums, family’s polo team. wow. then followed to her room, showed her impressive walk-in wardrobe and asha almost got an orgasm. then she revealed she’s already married. awww. which lucky guy actually dapat kawin ngan dia nih. mesti gerek nye orang. pasal seeing the family and all that so cool and releks and unpretentious – except for her friend that irritating ida nerina – everything was jolly golly. she can even play a mean game of polo. WHO IS HER HUSBAND NIH?

and then suddenly got a group of guys kicking and juggling a football. probably her brother. but somehow there was this silhoutte that seems familiar. big guy likes to wear tight clothes who think he’s very macho but actually looks fat, short crop of hair, very nak tunjuk tunjuk…..could it be? COULD IT BE? OH FUCKING HELL! IT IS! IT’S THE F(*&^%^&* BUAH LAICI FERHAD?! what the hell was he doing there? gardener ke? cook ke? dreber ke? or maybe the karoke singer of the day ke?

SKALI ITU DIA PUNYA LAKI DARRRRRRRRR….

maccow! he? HE?! married to the cute chick who’s rich but so unpretentious (on screen at least) with a very cool dad and has a ranch in KL?! what has the world gone to?! i have the feeling the asha gill was also surprised of this. i think. “alamak! this guy again?! i was running AWAY from him yesterday!”

that’s not all. when asha was about to make a leave, this bombastic singer actually got the nerve to bring on his homeys and do the acapella thing in front of the camera and he, yes he really must, grabbed the cute chick who’s rich but so unpretentious (on screen at least) with a very cool dad and has a ranch in KL, and sing to the top of his lungs.

as if we are impressed.

look. it’s enough already yer a freeloader, it’s more irritating to see you singing to the max to showcase your “talent” in front of the viewing public. we. dont. want. to. see. that. it is a travel showwwwwwwwwww…not aaaaaa singggginggggggggg showwwwwwww….weeee ddddoooonntt waaaannnntttt yoouuuuuuu toooooo sinnnnngggggggggg likkkkeeeeeee tttthhhhhhaaaaaatttt.

i hope you have the sentiments with me on this. and dude, please, dont wear your clothes too tight. i beg you. you are not usher. say that 1000000 times for 12 hours each day.

by the way, after last sat’s romp in the theatre of dreamers, i have a suggestion to all premiere league teams for next season. for next season, all teams should have grey in their away kits. seems the devils have an abundance of dissillusionment ( is that a word) when grey is put up in front of them. maybe they only see the world in black and white. probably. just a suggestion.

ok bye.