3:08 pm ]
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
ON LOOKING DEPRESSING
If you don't know who this guy is, he is michael owen. that's 2008 ashen-faced bedraggled-looking 5 o'clock shadow michael owen. it's incredible what a few years in the wilderness can do to your countenance. in 2000, this same michael owen was the fresh-faced beacon of hope for english football, the darling of liverpool.
ambition, perhaps. after the 2004 season, owen would ask to be transferred to the bloated real madrid. liverpool received pittance for what was their biggest star but one season later would win the european cup while owen watched from a tv set somewhere in spain. he would spend most of his time in madrid sitting down and eventually moved to newcastle, where he is now.
there's just something about post-madrid owen that doesn't look right. maybe it's something that the mid-20s does to someone. or maybe bad decisions leaves a shade of defeat on the faces of some people. maybe it's just the really uninspiring photoshoot that the fools at newcastle fc put together for their new home kit. can someone please explain how what was once england's most exciting young striker can look so depressing at what should be the peak of his career?
i had a friend once, this girl, who used to be a bit like a young michael owen. she was really on fire. she served at her church, had a gigantic singing voice, and always sounded either thoughtful or excited. she loved GMB, the indonesian worship band, and used to tell me that i should jam with her one day so she can sing some "raawk" songs. once i sent her home from somewhere and she played a cd and sang really loudly over it - a really passionate person she was. this was in 2004. then i lost touch with her.
this year, i discovered that she lives in the same apartment block that i live in. a few floors up. i see her sometimes, waiting outside or walking to the lift. and when i do, i stop and talk to her. most of the time, she has very few words to say. busy. project. tiring. but you know what? it's not even about not having time or energy. like owen at newcastle, something about this friend has been taken away from her. once she was really spunky. now everything about her seems dead. as a friend - or an old friend - i really don't know what to do.
yesterday was day 12 of my give me 40 days. i prayed first for her. then i prayed, funnily enough, for michael owen. i hope both of them find their feet and start to get some joy into themselves soon. lord knows, if anyone saw me last year, they'd have thought the same thing.
Labels: defeat, football, growing old
11:49 am ]
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
They took Boris away today.
in many ways, Boris represents how i've come along at my office. on my first day, i trudged into the office building in kl and met him. we're both almost four years working here. in between, we've both needed overhauls of sorts, made lots of noise, sometimes at routine times of the day, done all-nighters (me working, him downloading) and been cranky as hell.
but it seems that the juxtapositions end there, and here, today. my office computer, belatedly christened with this ugly Germanic name, was carried away this afternoon at 3 o'clock. he'll be decomissioned in four days. seems like he finally beat me to the drop.
in his place, they've flown in this new dell machine, what with 2 gigs of ram and 75 gigs of hard disk space, this new chunky fellow shall serve me for the remaining sunsets of my tenure in this company. and never to be making the same mistake twice, i've decided to name this machine early.
his name is Olaf.
Olaf will be my friend every day from now on. i'll come to the office and he'll be responsible for me clearing my work on or not on time, and storing copious quantities of hastily downloaded indie albums.
you are my new work buddy Olaf. welcome to the family.
oh you bet there's a family. i name all my computers and drives. here's a list of who's who in my digital life.
my imac notebook is Salvador
my ipod is Dante
my red street diner external hard disk is Karlof
my music, pictures and movies library hard disk is Heidi
my thumbdrive is Mariella
my office computer was Boris
now, it's Olaf
welcome to the family Olaf.
Labels: death, mac
5:11 pm ]
Friday, July 04, 2008
Today, I let down.
2:22 pm ]
Thursday, July 03, 2008
I wanted to say that I cancelled it.
11:21 pm ]
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
LIVERPOOL FC ACCORDING TO THE BEATLES
Ok... i don't expect you guys to get everyone. it's more for personal entertainment.
Pepe Reina - You really got a hold on me
Steve Finnan - When I'm 64
Alvaro Arbeloa - Helter skelter
Philippe Degen - Free as a bird
Jaime Carragher - Don't pass me by
Sammi Hyypia - All things must pass
Daniel Agger - Glass onion
Martin Skrtel - Day tripper
Fabio Aurelio - Tell me what you see
Jon-Arne Riise - Run for your life
Andrea Dossena - Don't let me down
Jermaine Pennant - Bad boy
Yossi Benayoun - Nowhere man
Steven Gerrard - Carry that weight
Javier Mascherano - A hard day's night
Lucas Leiva - Getting better
Xabi Alonso - Tomorrow never knows
Ryan Babel - Flying
Harry Kewell - Misery
Dirk Kuyt - Here there and everywhere
Fernando Torres - Happiness is a warm gun
Peter Crouch - Long tall Sally
Andriy Voronin - Dig a pony
Rafa Benitez - Money (that's what I want)
Rick Parry - Help!
Tom Hicks - Mean Mr Mustard
George Gillet - The fool on the hill
David Moores - Baby you're a rich man
Robbie Fowler - Get back
Gareth Barry - We can work it out
Labels: football, humour
2:45 pm ]
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Ok. euro 2008 is over. here's a selection of europe's finest, while they were kids. try to guess them all. note, not everyone turned up at this year's euros, but all are european, and in their correct positions. even the bench is proper. and the coach.
Labels: football, growing old
4:51 pm ]