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off to watch jewel in the palace of whatever crap that is...

so my prediction for the last eight was pretty much accurate except for heineken (the sole reason why i ordered tiger @ laundrybar tonight): argentina, germany, england, brazil, ukraine (well, whatever), italy (forzo azzurri!), portugal (how dare you cheat against heineken!) and spain (yeah the game's in two hours time but what the heck they gonna beat the ass out of brazil).

update: spain fecked up big time. bugger! so, six of the eight teams have won the world cup before. does this mean a) they're good and deserve their place in the last eight b) fifa wants them to go to the last eight c) the referees' decisions in some of the matches favors the big teams d) the smaller teams aren't good enough? you decide.

aight, i have nothing to write except:

1. it's been hot. the weather, i mean.
2. i almost ran a red light, banged into a car, all in the space of 30 minutes. all is not right.
3. sleeping pattern has been pretty much fecked up.
4. alphaD and meggiO left for shanghai, (and sze's leaving for budapest this friday) which mean the l***** c**** and ... i'm gonna watch the rest of the matches al-fecking-lone. thanks, guys.
5. al gore really did invent the internet.

listening to: dj shadow - organ donor

roar ecuador!


there's something about the game:

• you don't support just one team. you support a few.


• when your team loses, you still cheer for them, but in the next game, you may cheer for the team that beat yours.


• i am (and i hope you are) amazed at the patriotism shown during the singing of the national anthems before each game.


• everyone cheers, sometimes in chorus, whenever goals are scored, from either team.

also: there is some corner of a spanish field that is forever beckham.

listening to: meat beat manifesto - where are you?/enuff

spoony rocks!


to self, i
i will not bet on any world cup matches anymore i will not bet on any world cup matches anymore i will not bet on any world cup matches anymore i will not bet on any world cup matches anymore i will not bet on any world cup matches anymore i will not bet on any world cup matches anymore i will not bet on any world cup matches anymore

ii,
rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good rain bad umbrella good

iii,

the next time i hang out with a bunch of lawyers, i'll make sure i crack some nasty lawyer jokes. lawyer jokes good....

forzo azzurri!


some football notes:

• everyone oooohs, aahhhhs, ayooooos almost in unison at the mamak, regardless of which team they're supporting. of course there's the occasional bodoh ka!?, oi main ragbi ka!?, or even pass the fecking the ball, passitpassit!


• everyone seems to be an expert in the teams and their players, all of a sudden.


• football is a great excuse for guys to get girls: hey let's go watch football at laundrybar and get drunk and make out...


• football is a great excuse for girls to get guys (and free drinks):so is that like, an offside?


• football is a great excuse to escape from nagging girlfriend(s): dinner? nah watching the game, nah tired was up for the game last nite, feck it bad mood, lost bet, czech lost....


• football is a great excuse for girls to find non-football fan boyfriends and leave their football-loving boyfriends. after all, it's the month of june, the month of romances. and heartbreaks. heh.


• very select few, however, take note of some of the offbeat commentaries. so far, there weren't any good ones. related: here, here and here.

this liverpool player is one of a kind.

and finally, amon tobin - sordid. a bit of muzak for you all.

update: apperantly, watching football is hazardous

listening to: funki porcini - surge

new poems:

i need a man
three thirty, also, one thirty
the lunch, also, the dinner

listening to: three 6 mafia - don't violate (feat. frayser boy)