Buttheading

If hitting someone with your head is called headbutting... then do you call getting hit in the head buttheading?

Anyway, I ask because I got whacked in the head by a stray fist in soccer yesterday over lunch. Guy's a crap player, okay? I was going to dribble around him and that clumsy bastard whacked me on the forehead. I was seriously stunned by the blow. Even now it still hurts to frown.

People at work are getting rougher in soccer. I'm not sure it's worth it anymore.

好讽刺

昨晚的晚餐, 好多人.

都是爸妈的师兄师姐师弟师妹, 以前的同事等等.

出乎意料的是某人的父母也在一席.

庆幸的事, 某人没有在场. 大概在收拾行李.

颇为尴尬的场面. 最讽刺的是, 当一班 uncle auntie 问起谁的公子谁的千金什么时候结婚时, 某人的母亲说, 我的两个女儿没有人要啊.

啼笑皆非的场面.

Merci...

Thanks... I really needed that.

Thanks for being such a loyal friend.

Thanks for being unafraid to speak your mind with honesty.

10 weeks

So it took 10 full weeks to finally happen.

Yup, I parked my car at Brentwood, and was about to get out when I realized I'd forgotten my work card.

So back we went to my place. By the time we left again it was 0744. So we decided to drive all the way down. Took Stoney, Sarcee, Glenmore, and 14th. Finally parked at work around 0830.

So there you have it. The inevitable happens.

yes all you have to do is cry...

Closer
Joshua Radin

so we're alone again
i wish it were over
we seem to never end
only get closer
to the point where i can take no more
the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won't you

be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry
yes all you have to do is cry

hush my baby now
your talking is just noise
and won't lay me down
amongst your toys
in a room where i can take no more
the clouds in your eyes
down your face they pour
won't you

be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry
yes all you have to do is cry

photographs and brightly colored paper
are your masks you wear in this caper
that is our life
we walk right into the strife
and a tear from your eye brings me home
won't you

be the new one burn to shine
i take the blue ones every time
walk me down your broken line
all you have to do is cry
all you have to do is cry

Randomaton

negative? you bet your ass i'm negative.

weak? you bet your ass i'm weak.

what do i expect? nothing. nothing at all.

twist. stuck. everything.

insulted? yes. but hey, what does it matter? you don't care for my opinion, i don't care for your apology.

how much younger of a bride can a man take before it becomes disturbing?

did i not say? bad things happen when i'm away.

how to achieve emotional death or at least apathy? is there a guide? i'm tired of emotions; they're way overrated.

re-read the above and suddenly felt like i was reading something out of a douglas coupland book.

what do people want more: to be loved or to be needed?

a job rejection is an evaluation of me as a professional; a relationship rejection is an evaluation of me as a person. i can't handle that.

a person sets himself up to get hurt by caring. when you don't care, you don't hurt.

Eternal

You know what sucks? Having to spend eternity in the same place as the one person in the whole universe I hate the most.

C'est Terrible...

I actually caught myself wishing I was eight or ten years younger.

How sick is that?

GOAL!

Scored a brilliant goal today, stealing the ball in the opposition half and scoring from, oh I'd say, a good 20 yards out.

Dad came to watch and take pictures. I'll post them up later.

The Headbutting Butthead... err, Baldhead

Zinedine Zidane, unquestionably the player of his generation - a generation that includes such famous names as Gabriel Batistuta, Dennis Bergkamp, Cafu, Luis Figo, Paolo Maldini, Pavel Nedved, Robert Pires, Raul, Rivaldo, Ronaldo, Francesco Totti, and Juan Sebastian Veron - went into his much-anticipated retirement ten minutes early in a moment of absolute madness.

A disgraceful reaction befitting a hot-tempered teenage gangster to Marco Materazzi's jibes, rather than a professional footballer, a seasoned veteran, hope of a nation, and role models to millions of aspiring children worldwide.

That anybody on the planet can even attempt to defend or justify his amateurish action and childish outburst is bewildering. Last I heard, France was a civilized country where such behaviour on the streets would not be tolerated. Yet there are barbarians who praise this Frenchman for "standing up for himself" and "defending his people's honours", while regarding victory and defeat (on football's biggest stage, no less) with disdain.

The French master, whose performances at times can only be described as majestic, may have won the Golden Ball as the tourney's top player, having carried France through the knockout stages with sublime displays that turned back the clock, but the enduring image of this footballing genius will always be that of his shaven, balding head being thrust into Materazzi's chest.

Business

What you do, what happens to you, how you feel... all of that, they're none of my business anymore.

Perhaps that hurts the most.

唔OK...

Lonely...

Let me sum up today for ya...

Woke up at 2pm, hence missing the England vs. Portugal match, but woke up just in time for Brazil vs. France, so had a small lunch while watching that. Brazil sucked. Ronaldinho had no influence in this match, while Zinedine Zidane was back to his best with slick tricks and creating time and space for everyone around him. And finally he assists on a Thierry Henry goal, albeit only on a set piece. Nevertheless, the Zizou Swansong goes on, and he's a delight to watch even at 34.

After that, took a shower and headed out taking pictures of downtown Ponca City. Streets were quiet today. Went to Mazzio's for lunch/dinner, then drove to Kaw Lake to take more pictures. Got a little ambitious and wanted to see the lake from different locations, and nearly got lost in the countryside after taking a couple of wrong turns. On gravel roads no less. Then drove by this house with a couple of dogs that kept on chasing me and stopping in front of my car. I was more worried about running them over than them blocking my way.

So anyway, finally found my way back to the city before I ran out of gas, thank God. Planning tomorrow's trip down to Oklahoma City. First I'll need to fill up at a gas station...

Oh by the way... Happy Birthday Canada!