listening to: God Is An Astronaut – All Is Violent…

listening to: God Is An Astronaut – All Is Violent, All Is Bright

god this band is brilliant.

so i just recently found out that mtv’s coming to pakistan. maybe that means we’ll have a pimp my ride pakistan *goes out to trash car*

on a side note i really can’t wait now for the world cup since that seems to be the only focal point in my life these days. although, even if i was climbing everest while playing a gig on one of its lower summits along with M83 i’d still be looking forward to the world cup.

now i’m going to go read eliot’s critique of blake, wordsworth and other poets, maybe i’ll end up laughing my ass off.

listening to: September Malevolence – And Tomorrow…

listening to: September Malevolence – And Tomorrow We’ll Know Where This Generation Gets Its Priorities From

so milan have accepted shevchenko’s transfer request, and have in more ways than one told chelsea that they’ll have to spend a fair amount of $$$ to get shevchenko. which they probably will.

so they’ve signed ballack and will be soon buying shevchenko. two established, worldwide stars of the game. two ‘galacticos’.

mourinho used to say he’d never sign a galactico.

what a fucking hypocritical wanker.

over $200 million spent since he joined chelsea and he’s failed to win the CL. heh. great manager my ass.

a little senseless

as ceilings fall and shadows wither,
an unbearable consequence of strain,
followed within the course of winter,
an incredulous sign of morning’s sun

pages torn and ripped to pieces many
all grandiosity consciously forgotten
as leaves tumble and fall on their own
so will their minds and promises alone

here i stand, utter those words carefully!
shall we not attend another masquerade?
they aren’t but another dire manifestation!
full of colour and youthful vigour?

droning halls and collapsing walls are these
metaphors for the dead and challenged elite
graves dug for monsters and those brave
graves dug for horses and those naive

mountains grow smaller and ever quieter
clouds that scream void their numbness
our animalistic belligerence confides
just as our cube provides our sanity

here i stand, utter those words carefully!
bemoan another of our holy wars?
here i stand, utter your words carefully!
a surreal confinment for our own

choose your words carefully and write them on a barren wall that bemuses those voices which oppress the dire diction of those who speak with lucid brevity and whom with their colour drained faces mark the beginning of another generation through whose art permeates the unacceptable desire to dance under skies wet and around fires that sing songs sung by the eternally joyous and their thorough-bred horses with empty eyes through which the sun can be seen blowing up in another ferocious start.

listening to: Broken Social Scene – Between You an…

listening to: Broken Social Scene – Between You and Me EP

hm. should i go to swat or not? my fingers hurt.

so the shitty book has a movie out now. i wonder if it’ll be any good. maybe. my sister thinks i’m putting too much faith in hollywood and their blockbusters. or maybe i’m just so bored i’d eat up some shoddy second grade thriller/mystery movie within a second.

I WANT TO DRINK LIBERTY MARKET’S FALSA WALA JUICE FFS. Its so goddamn cold it’d probably freeze…some really angry mofo. :S

i can make fries, ergo i pwn you all.

:D

listening to: Raised Fist – Sound Of The Republic

*hugs shahzad* ’tis okay man. arsenal have a bright future, with or without theirry (i missed 3 sitters in the CL final ehehhehe) henry.
anyway, best team in europe won. you really have to be blind to deny that. they got rid of inform chelski and milan, while arsenal..with all due respect…disposed off of a dying madrid and a juve side that shouldn’t even have been in the quarters..and barely got past villareal. but that doesn’t matter because they had an inexperienced fairly young squad and tonnes of respect for that.

so first and foremost, to reiterate, tonnes of respect aimed at arsenal’s players and wenger for getting to the final. same must be said of barca, while they didn’t really outright demolish either chelsea or milan, they did grind out the results and they’ve done more than their fair bit of entertaining.

to the match. 2:43 something and henry has a chance to score AND HE MISSES! or rather, he hits it at valdez after nicking infront of marquez intelligently.

18th minute. lehmann being the nutjob german into bestiality that he is, decides to foul samuel etoo. giuly slides the ball into the net however. referee then pulls the game back to the lehmann foul and ‘RIGHTLY (in accordance with football rulings) sends off lehmann. que whining from the faggot andy gray about destroyign the spectacle. doesn’t FUCKING MATTER, it was a foul and hence a foul and hence a red card. Ask barcelona how they’d have felt. Frankly i would’ve taken the goal aswell but meh. And to every arsenal fan, please, don’t tell me it would’ve been easier playing against barca a goal down than with 10 men and 1-0 up. You would’ve had to commit men forward and the top 3 would’ve been picking your defense open at will. So lets move past that.

Kudos to arsenal, they told terje hauge to fuck off and courtesy of a freekick earned via an eboue dive got a goal via “i’mdepressed” sol campbell.

much MUCH respect to arsenal again for holding on to 1-0 till the first half despite a very very nervous closing 5-8 minutes with etoo brilliantly turning campbell and striking the post. had almunia not been alert and pushed it onto the post it could’ve been disastrous for the arse.

second half, bommel off iniesta on and i don’t know whose place larsson took because i was too busy gettign medicine for my father.

77th minute, etoo scores. hint of offside, i can’t be certain. doesn’t seem offside to me, but i have biased eyes. on the other hand, it wasn’t blatantly obvious and linesmen are told to give the advantage to the attackers – which they never do but seemed to today. balletti scored the second, thanks to brilliant work from larsson again.

now what i’ve ceremoniously left out are two chances for henry (i know he had 2 but i just remember one). he was clear in on goal and his decision to show low wasn’t the best one as valdez saved fairly comfortably. in other words, a player half the quality of henry would’ve tucked it away. it was also fairly early in the second half so fatigue shouldn’t/couldn’t have been as big a factor as some arsenal fans will try to imbue.

arsenal brought the loss upon themselves. lehmann’s stupidity, henry’s misses. you can blame the ref for the sending off, but it would’ve been tough 1-0 to barca with 11 men aswell. Maybe not as tough, but tough nonetheless. henry could’ve and should’ve won it. he didn’t.

the whinging about the ref will continue. no one will stop to say arsenal have a very bright future and they’ve got a stadium which even though has a horrible name (HAHAHA EMIRATES STADIUM *points and laughs*) will provide more revenue for wenger to spend. they’ve got really good young talent and they’ll maybe get another crack. no one will stop to say that they played their socks off in the final and gave more than a good account of arsenal FC. fuck the referee, shit happens. no one will be whinging about the arsenal goal from a freekick that should never have been.

we might’ve had a cracker had henry converted the chance in the second minute, but it wasn’t to be. and towards the end of the game, as martin tyler pointed out when ljungberg had the strike at goal, he didn’t even seemed to be bothered enough to get into a good position :S he wasn’t even in a real ‘cutback’ position. :S i don’t see as much of arsenal as arsenal fans, but doesn’t he tend to do that a fair bit at times?

anyway. lets all diverge the hate to the chelsea scum! down with mourinho who said he doesn’t want galacticos and then buys ballack and wants shevchenko too.

FAG.

man. united’s stuck with fletcher/alan smith/john o’shea in the middle of the park instead of fabregas, diarra, flamini.

there you go.

OLE BARCA! about fucking time too.

fading.

listening to: Sufjan Stevens – The Avalanche

stuttering through with weary eyes,
our ears listen to the cackle of the wind,
following after in patent obscurity,
tenderly traversing through this mire

fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this fuck this

and FALLING! through these brazen wells,
admiring her insolent, INCOMPETENT grace,
of SLOTH like words that linger on,
a dying descent from a withering pier

NO! NO NO NO! NO! NO. NO NO. NO! NO! NO! NO! Lucid, elated screams.

Lying useless, a shrivelled empty palette. Useless, on an empty palette. Ebbs and flows and serenades, an endless shade of whiter than white that’s a prelude to our ascension.

Unknowingly? Unwittingly?

lustless screams accompanied by depleted self esteem. Facing ridiculous levels of demoralizing and demonizing preaching. Effacing our own irrational ideals and desires. A dying man cannot scream nor whisper. A dying man cannot talk nor sing, scream or whisper. A dying man cannot communicate. A dying man.

pray to mortal goddesses that worship at our feet, BURN THEM AT THE PANTHEON AND SET FIRE TO THEIR NEEDS! The womb is the cradle of our humanity NAY THE WOMB IS THE DESTRUCTION OF OUR SOCIETY!

Twice sung, irreverantly whispered. You talk, then i’ll talk. 5 minutes to speak, 2 minutes to relay a question. Inane discussions wearing a guise of sensitive cerebral debate. I like kellogs, or used to anyway. Can’t remember the last time i had cornflakes or anything of their ilk.

split it in half and slaughter it split it in half and slaughter it split it in half and lose it split it in half and lose it split it in half and forget it forget it forget it forget it

its harrowing, constantly saying enough.

life’s a war of attrition.

life’s a war of attrition.

i love the smell of napalm in the morning

listening to: 65 Days of Static – One Time For All Time

boro got beat. 4-0. hahahaha.

watched apocalypse now redux last night. got my socks blown right off. that movie has stunning sound and lighting work and some truly inspiring sequences. its too easy for war movies to get self indulgent and preachy, and while this movie CAN be called preachy, it doesn’t get horribly cliched or too artsy (even with some readings of eliot’s work at the end). with all the ‘horror’ movies going around this movie actually did on several occasions scare the living hell out of me and leave my jaw hanging open. a fabulous non-script script with some pretty damn good acting provide another vital ingredient (wtf).

no really. one of the best movies i’ve watched in a while.

my bad i still haven’t watched the godfather trilogy

listening to: Yo La Tengo – And Then Nothing Turne…

listening to: Yo La Tengo – And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out

ack!

what the hell was that?

after sleeping for 12 hours a day for a week, i can’t seem to be able to sleep for more than 5 hours at a stretch. fuck this.

“hello.”
“hi.”
“i’m the man with the pink hat.”
“i don’t like your mumbling, its annoying.”
“neither do i.”

football football. for some reason all the world cup related shows on the telly annoy me, especially the ones that aren’t about the greatest moments in the world cup, like mtv’s goal. who the fuck is manuel blasi? i’ll tell you, a juve reserve team-er. who the fuck cares what he uses to shave his armpits with.

hi. jump on the bandwagon, we’ll escort you to the world cup.

anyway. i’m stuck in a rut in a rut in a rut in a rut. worse still, i think i’ve been stuck in a rut (x3) for a long while now. not good.

“is that gel?”
“huh?”
“your hair.”
“no. its not gel.”
“what is it then?”
“it was raining outside.”
“raining cats and dogs?”
“no. frogs.”
“ah. like magnolia?”
“no.”
“you’re weird.”
“the roof will fall, and it will crush and destroy us all.”
*waits.*

*continues waiting. waiting in expectation.*

*finally the drowsy, drunk, stoned ninja comes out of the room stumbling and slashes the apocryphal apocalyptic apostle’s head.*

*ninja then proceeds to necrophilia.*

ACK!

what the hell was that?

noooo

listening to: Jesu – Silver EP

so there’s a rumour around that ruud is going to be part of an offer along with 14million to athletico madrid for fernando torres. i’ve seen a lot of torres and think he’s a class act, especially if you consider the fact that he’s so young and he’s already been made the captain of athletico. lets see how he does at the world cup.

as excited as i am at the prospect of torres with rooney and riquelme feeding them through the middle with a saner less troubled ronaldo on the wings, and the fact that ruud is 30 and Torres is 22 only, i can see what fergie’s thinking, BUT, i don’t want ruud to leave. I dont fucking care if he’s 30 and that he’s not thumping in 40 a season. He was injured many a time through this season and he didn’t have ANY quality supply yet he scored 20+ goals. FUCKING HELL ruud van nistelrooy CANNOT leave united and fergie CANNOT do to him what he did to stam and beckham.

I don’t hate saha. he’s not bad at all, but he isn’t ruud. he won’t score 30+ goals every season even if he plays 50 games and has totti, ronaldinho and fucking messi supplying him. HE ISNT RUUD VAN FUCKING NISTELROOY.

I remember when i read the news online that stam was on his way to lazio. I never thought i’d get to see stam depart but that happened. I don’t care about fucking beckham. But i cannot imagine ruud playing for some other club. and you cannot blame the guy, because he’s been with this club through 5 years which have yielded only 4 trophies.

214 matches. 150 goals. There have been fewer strikers on the planet with a better ratio.

like i pointed out before, this season even with united finishing 2nd let us NOT forget the glaring fallacies present in the squad, like the absence of a real midfield. 35 games, 21 goals. He got that from parks, a hugely disappointing ronaldo, a makeshift central defender in the form of the best left winger EVER aka ryan giggs, darren ‘fuckinghellisthatafootballicantplay!’ fletcher, john o’shea and kieran richardson.

I know there’s not much sentiment in football management. I know fergie has to think ahead for the club. I know getting someone like torres is going to be better because he’s young and already a prolific striker and yadda yadda.

but fucking hell, how can you let ruud go? how can you treat him like he’s just another striker when he so clearly isn’t?

i’m going to smash open someone’s skull if ruud leaves, but i won’t begrudge him. he’s done a lot for united and doesn’t deserve to be treated like this.