21. A Goodish Monday

Something on Malaysian bloggers from today's Star. Interesting, and here I was thinking that no one actually reads other people's blogs, what more that there actually exists celebrity bloggers here in our little Malaysian cyberspace universe. Woo-hoo! I can hardly contain myself. I'm beside myself in joy, infact, I'm so happy that my heart could burst into a million mini rainbows with little blue robins flying about.

And yes ladies and gentlemen, yet more interesting tidbits here on Liverpool's win in the Champions League finals (man, where is all this hate coming from??? Get over it already!).

And, keeping up with today's shambolic theme of unconnected topics, click here for something completed unrelated.

Ah yes, one more thing, did you know that one out of every twenty-five people are actually bonafide sociopaths? Sociopaths as in potential serial killers and eaters of human body parts. Yup, meaning the person standing next to you can actually to out to be the next Ted Bundy, Charles Manson, Jeff Dahmer or Michael Jackson. I learnt that watching Oprah the other day. I swear it's true. Boy, it just fills the heart with a warm fuzzy feeling just knowing that the quiet dude sitting next to you in the bus might actually one day dismember you and eat your liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

20. The Strange Account of Ted the Caver

Ok, excuse the lame title of this post. Just go here if you wanna get spooked out of your wits. I won't say much or risk spoiling it for you, read it for yourself first, then make up your own mind whether it's true or not. I'll leave it to you to do your own research on the net after you've finished (just like I did).

Man, I used to go caving myself, and this account of the events that Ted and his buddy "B" went through sends shivers down my spine. Be sure to check out all the pics he took. It's a long read, but trust me, it's worth it. Get ready to get freaked out.

19. Idle Season

Ahh, it's that time of the year again, silly season is upon us. And what I mean by silly season is the period of time between the end of the football season till the beginning of the next one when clubs are out scrambling to sign the best players (or in Bolton's case, free over-aged has-beens and nearly-beens and never-beens), whence agents are gleefully making general statements on how much in demand their clients are (usually wanted by the biggest and richest clubs one might add, i.e. the Barcas, the Milans, the Chelseas of the world) and how much more they're worth compared to the measly 80 thousand pounds a week they're getting even though they were still handsomely paid when they were stupid enough to be banned for eights months for missing a drug test (cough, Rio Ferdinand), and when clubs underline their ambitions for the following season by naming their stadium after their sponsors or selling their souls to American tycoons and rising their ticket prices by 45%. It's also that time of the year when football fans really, and I mean really, get restless.

Weekends without ESPN or Starsports football ain't just the same. No Super Sunday, no John Dikes with his colourful commentary, no Shebby Singh making an arse of himself. No more Spanish or Italian football to watch from 2.30 in the morning right up till daybreak. Ah heck, weekends used to be simple eh, it was all football from 8 pm (well, 5 if you count the weekend kickabout) right up till the next morning. No need to think of where to go or what to do, it was just planting yourself in front of the idiot box and absorbing those colourful images of sweaty men in shorts chasing after a round ball (as opposed to those darn cumbersome square balls). Pure utter delight. But also really lame when you think of it. Ah well, there's no shame to admitting to shunning social interaction just to catch a good game of football on the telly. Well, I tend to look at it as a good way to save money (not to mention avoid abuse to the liver). I mean, without football to watch on the weekends, one would be more inclined to go out for one of those wasteful exercises in attrition like drinking binges and what not. So watching football could be seen as a means to offer salvation to man's immortal soul, it redeems humanity from sin and allows the spirit to transcend beyond the limitations of it's mortal coil and touch upon the firmament of heaven. Erm, ok. Sorry, got carried away for a bit.

Ok ok, this is a nothing post. Ah heck, idle hands are a devil's playground eh? Why waste the lunch hour away doing nothing when you can actually type about nothing?