some of these days
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Random thought one:
It's a little belated but congratulations Italy!
Oh, and grats on the headbutt Spanish bull style to Zidane as well ;) Along with the Golden Player award, Zidane nabbed himself a spot on YTMND as well thereby glorifying and immortalizing him in the frivolous hall of internet pop culturism.
Here are a few shots from our night out at Plaza Sunrise:
People!
More people; waiting anxiously for the match to begin.
I'd like to just point out that hiring Ferhad (local Malaysian artiste) to some-what-sort-of kick off the World Cup finals was almost as ironic as having Charlotte Church perform before the announcement of the Soul Train Music Awards for Best R&B/Soul Song of the Year.
Honestly people, was there NO ONE ELSE you could hire?
Out of the vast pool of celebrity hopefuls that could juggle balls, tap dance and breathe fire all at once, why-OH-WHY for the love of anything and everything that is holy and dear to you, did you have to hire Ferhad?
Granted Ferhad could be the nicest guy around (not that I'd know and could really care less), he was just out of place. Really.
Although, I give him a short salute for trying to generate enthusiasm for a sea of people in a crowd that was too drunk to care or too busy giggling uncomfortably but yet openly mocking his rather ah, sad attempt in trying to engage the crowd (read: yours truly).
Fragmenting thought two:
I've sold my soul to the devil. Or rather, I've caved in to the undying, roaring bonfire of commercialism and placed a Google Ad on my sidebar.
Satisfying thought three:
I finally saw Take the Lead.
My love for dance has been ignited ten-fold; as did the aching, blossoming desire in my chest to move and whisk myself to the nearest ballroom dance session while I watched Sasha transform the already sensual tango into a raw, unbridled ménages à trois of primal lust.
Well Terry, even after watching Antonio Bandares, I'd have to say I'd still rather watch you strut your stuff on stage. Now dazzle us! ;)
Random Public Announcement thought four (applies to 20% of the road blind vermin who never should've obtained a driving license to begin with):
My head feels like it's making fast friends with an iron skillet and enjoying the pleasures of a cacophonous symphony of shrieking banshees. I can almost feel the devil's grasp riddling with the squishy matter (or what's left of it) as a prelude to an intensively bitchy albeit gratifying tiraid regarding the horrible LACK of use of the signal indicator in the average Malaysian driver's car.
In short, if you still have two functioning hands from not tossing off every other waking hour and realize that even though your worthless life may only be hanging by a delicate, twilight-spun strand of awareness, PLEASE use that damn signal indicator so that the people around you on the road aren't getting their panties in a twist worrying about a premature death when they see you recklessly weaving in and out of traffic ala the latest version of EA Games' Need For Speed.
Put down that cellphone and concentrate on letting the people around you know that you're not going to attempt a kamikaze swerve into their lane lest you want to be a paraplegic and be forced to have someone drive for you for the rest of your miserable, irresponsible life.
Thank you.
Random thought one:
It's a little belated but congratulations Italy!
Oh, and grats on the headbutt Spanish bull style to Zidane as well ;) Along with the Golden Player award, Zidane nabbed himself a spot on YTMND as well thereby glorifying and immortalizing him in the frivolous hall of internet pop culturism.
Here are a few shots from our night out at Plaza Sunrise:
People!
More people; waiting anxiously for the match to begin.
I'd like to just point out that hiring Ferhad (local Malaysian artiste) to some-what-sort-of kick off the World Cup finals was almost as ironic as having Charlotte Church perform before the announcement of the Soul Train Music Awards for Best R&B/Soul Song of the Year.
Honestly people, was there NO ONE ELSE you could hire?
Out of the vast pool of celebrity hopefuls that could juggle balls, tap dance and breathe fire all at once, why-OH-WHY for the love of anything and everything that is holy and dear to you, did you have to hire Ferhad?
Granted Ferhad could be the nicest guy around (not that I'd know and could really care less), he was just out of place. Really.
Although, I give him a short salute for trying to generate enthusiasm for a sea of people in a crowd that was too drunk to care or too busy giggling uncomfortably but yet openly mocking his rather ah, sad attempt in trying to engage the crowd (read: yours truly).
Fragmenting thought two:
I've sold my soul to the devil. Or rather, I've caved in to the undying, roaring bonfire of commercialism and placed a Google Ad on my sidebar.
Satisfying thought three:
I finally saw Take the Lead.
My love for dance has been ignited ten-fold; as did the aching, blossoming desire in my chest to move and whisk myself to the nearest ballroom dance session while I watched Sasha transform the already sensual tango into a raw, unbridled ménages à trois of primal lust.
Well Terry, even after watching Antonio Bandares, I'd have to say I'd still rather watch you strut your stuff on stage. Now dazzle us! ;)
Random Public Announcement thought four (applies to 20% of the road blind vermin who never should've obtained a driving license to begin with):
My head feels like it's making fast friends with an iron skillet and enjoying the pleasures of a cacophonous symphony of shrieking banshees. I can almost feel the devil's grasp riddling with the squishy matter (or what's left of it) as a prelude to an intensively bitchy albeit gratifying tiraid regarding the horrible LACK of use of the signal indicator in the average Malaysian driver's car.
In short, if you still have two functioning hands from not tossing off every other waking hour and realize that even though your worthless life may only be hanging by a delicate, twilight-spun strand of awareness, PLEASE use that damn signal indicator so that the people around you on the road aren't getting their panties in a twist worrying about a premature death when they see you recklessly weaving in and out of traffic ala the latest version of EA Games' Need For Speed.
Put down that cellphone and concentrate on letting the people around you know that you're not going to attempt a kamikaze swerve into their lane lest you want to be a paraplegic and be forced to have someone drive for you for the rest of your miserable, irresponsible life.
Thank you.
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