Monday, September 27, 2010

212. Damaged

But nothing irreversible. A rebound at the Emirates is required. Time to stand fast lads.

On another note, in Josh McEachran Chelsea has a star for the future in the making. A good touch, vision, a bit of guile, he's one to watch.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

211. Insufferable

Apparently I still suffer from the odd bout of version of insomnia that is, meaning I stay wide awake at night and force myself to get up come early morning, getting all zombied up for the betterment of mankind and to preserve humanity. Or was that to perverse humanity? Hmmm, I forget. One of those. Hehe hihi.

If I was a Lala blogger, I'd go like kenot sleep wor...try so hard tired dy...wan to die die oso kenot hor?

If I was an UMNO stooge who so happened was also the DPP, I'd go...ashtray...ashtray... ashtray... before I start to demonstrate how one might strangle oneself...

And if I was Chuck Norris...well I'd just roar...ROARRRRRRrrrrr!!!!!

Things don't bottom-up in Malaysia...the shit just keeps getting deeper and deeper...without end...some say elections are round the question is...who are these people? And where did they come from? And how the hell did they make me quote them? What would Chuck Norris do in this situation? He'd fucking drop kick those motherfuckers is what he'd do.

Wake up...that should be the anthem for Malaysians everywhere. You the Arcade Fire something about it. No more quibbling, no more griping from afar. Just. Do. It. Impossible is Nothing.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

210. The Unforgettable Fire

We all have one. Something that reminds us of who we once were lest we lose sight of where we came from.

So here's to remembrance, for those in present, and absent friends. Keep that chin up, hold unto whatever you've got, cause it'd be enough to see you through the wilderness.

Happy holidays. Be safe yo.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

209. Kicking and Screaming

When good things end badly, as they tend to do, then they end spectacularly bad. No shit will go down without a fight, and it'd try to take you down as well, kicking and screaming.

Like a Premier League team being relegated, like a wounded animal in it's final death throes, like a cornered predator with no escape, like a scorned women with hell's fury, like an autocratic regime on the verge of final defeat...they won't go down easy, they'll find in their reserves a fierce and kindled spirit, fighting for survival, and if need be, they'd set their whole world on fire...scorched earth...

Having borne witness to one or two such incidences, I can tell you for a fact that it ain't no pretty picture.