My favorite English football club, Chelsea also known as Blues saw fireballs at their own home ground yesterday. Manchester City, not really one of the strongest clubs whacked The Blues a good 4 goals to 2. It still stings even now!!!
But people aren't talking about how well Man C did as underdogs, or how Drogba missed so many chances to score. The breaking news is: "Wayne Bridge refuses John Terry's handshake."
Wayne, former Chelsea defender, now playing for Man C is still emiting noxious fumes of anger over Terry's, his one time buddy and team mate, fling with his ex wife.
It must hurt a great deal finding out your best friend is getting it on with your ex, but I still think Mr Bridge acted immaturely by refusing the handshake. Come on, I understand he is heart broken, probably feels like cow dung, but he should learn to draw a line between professional and personal issues. And after all, him and his ex were already divorced when the whole John Terry thang happened. His anger shouldn't be that raw...
Well, I don't know......
Maybe I should first walk a mile in Wayne Bridge's shoes to understand.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
The Heart does mend.
"fly away my heart don't despair, the world is full of joy, you cry, you smile then you dance, ooh, ooh...." That's one motivating track by Judith Seiphuma, there. I find my self singing it everytime the world gets bitchy, heavy and sore. It certainly has a soothing effect.
The not-so-shocking news around the world now is, Ashley and Cheryl Cole's pending divorce.
Cheryl's beautiful face, minus her heartmelting smile this time around is on every news paper and magazine. Every nosey journalist wants to get a piece of her soul. These gossip vultures pretend to sympathize with the sexy X factor judge when all they want is a chunky juicy column for every Tom and Dick to see. Being a celebrity is crap!
So like Tiger Woods and John Terry, Ashley is a naughty dude. But he is human. And like all humans, he's prone to humanly temptations. He should have been strong, but he wasn't. Ashley listened to his heated loins, had some soul-numbing pleasure for probably a minute, and now he's going to lose the best thing thats ever happened to him forever. We all pay for our sins one way or the other, nothing new, just the way how this crappy, but sugary life goes.
Anyway, the story is, we all get our hearts tampered with in life. And sometimes we succumb to temptations and break a couple of other hearts. But we shouldn't hang ourselves over it. We all slip.. And sometimes really badly. But we should always remember that no matter how many pieces one's heart is broken into, it eventually mends.
Cheryl's world might have been turned upside down, and Ashley is probably being tortured by guilt, maybe kicking himself in the balls for being stupid, but life goes on. Eventually her pain will subside, and his guilt will lessen. Eventually both these disheartened lovers will fall in love again with other people and the clock will keep on ticking.
The most important thing for anyone in Cheryl or Ashley's situation is to keep in mind that it all shall come to pass.
Relationships come to an end all the time. It's sad, and painful, but we move on finally. No one stays heart broken forever. And as life goes on, we get to realize the reason the relationship ended in the first place, and we thank our stars.
So, to Ashley my advice is, wallow in your misery for now, bruise those balls for getting you in shite, but remember to forgive yourself.
And to Cheryl, finish Judith Seiphuma's song: " celebrating life is good, but not without a cry..."
The not-so-shocking news around the world now is, Ashley and Cheryl Cole's pending divorce.
Cheryl's beautiful face, minus her heartmelting smile this time around is on every news paper and magazine. Every nosey journalist wants to get a piece of her soul. These gossip vultures pretend to sympathize with the sexy X factor judge when all they want is a chunky juicy column for every Tom and Dick to see. Being a celebrity is crap!
So like Tiger Woods and John Terry, Ashley is a naughty dude. But he is human. And like all humans, he's prone to humanly temptations. He should have been strong, but he wasn't. Ashley listened to his heated loins, had some soul-numbing pleasure for probably a minute, and now he's going to lose the best thing thats ever happened to him forever. We all pay for our sins one way or the other, nothing new, just the way how this crappy, but sugary life goes.
Anyway, the story is, we all get our hearts tampered with in life. And sometimes we succumb to temptations and break a couple of other hearts. But we shouldn't hang ourselves over it. We all slip.. And sometimes really badly. But we should always remember that no matter how many pieces one's heart is broken into, it eventually mends.
Cheryl's world might have been turned upside down, and Ashley is probably being tortured by guilt, maybe kicking himself in the balls for being stupid, but life goes on. Eventually her pain will subside, and his guilt will lessen. Eventually both these disheartened lovers will fall in love again with other people and the clock will keep on ticking.
The most important thing for anyone in Cheryl or Ashley's situation is to keep in mind that it all shall come to pass.
Relationships come to an end all the time. It's sad, and painful, but we move on finally. No one stays heart broken forever. And as life goes on, we get to realize the reason the relationship ended in the first place, and we thank our stars.
So, to Ashley my advice is, wallow in your misery for now, bruise those balls for getting you in shite, but remember to forgive yourself.
And to Cheryl, finish Judith Seiphuma's song: " celebrating life is good, but not without a cry..."
Friday, February 12, 2010
A week-end of amour.
Once again the world is transformed into dazzling colours of amour. The "forevers", the fluffy lovable, huggable bears are beautifully scattered all over halls and malls. And we've got these little hearts all around us. Planet earth is profusely bleeding of love!
Saint Valentine's day.
Somehow I still haven't come to understand the purpose of this day of love.
Besides retailers pocketing thousands in their already obese pockets, there isn't any real meaning to the 14th of Feb.
I have always felt love should be spread among the occupiers of earth on daily basis. Lovers should actually smother each other with endless passion every minute of their lives. Why should there be only one day to show your loved one how you feel about them when the calender has almost 366 days in it? That's nonsense.
We should all be able to bleed tsunamis of love with every second of the clock. We should always let the people we care about how much meaning they bring into our lives all the time.
I know most of you are thinking of the expenses of romance, and you are sulkily saying to yourselves, "how does one afford chocolates and flowers everyday in this brutal recession?" And some of you guys are gloomily thinking, " I definitely can't afford to take my chic out for a meal on my tight-budgetted social welfare money..."
Let me remind you, love isn't at all about how much we spend on our loved ones. In fact, as they say, the best and most meaningful things in life are free, yeah, that's an absolute truth! Love is free. No price tags, whatsoever on it.
So don't sweat or lose sleep over flowers and cards. Just that smile on your face, the look of red hot passion in your eyes, that phone call just to tell them you are thinking of them, that aimless walk to nowhere with them...those are always enough for the precious heart of that special one. More than enough to bring an eternal amorous inferno in your loved one's soul.
Happy Valentine to everyone!
And happy birthday to my darling little sister!!!
*** this time around, don't bite your man for not buying you two presents (a birthday, and v.day's one) it ain't his fault you decided to pop into this world on valentine's day :)
Saint Valentine's day.
Somehow I still haven't come to understand the purpose of this day of love.
Besides retailers pocketing thousands in their already obese pockets, there isn't any real meaning to the 14th of Feb.
I have always felt love should be spread among the occupiers of earth on daily basis. Lovers should actually smother each other with endless passion every minute of their lives. Why should there be only one day to show your loved one how you feel about them when the calender has almost 366 days in it? That's nonsense.
We should all be able to bleed tsunamis of love with every second of the clock. We should always let the people we care about how much meaning they bring into our lives all the time.
I know most of you are thinking of the expenses of romance, and you are sulkily saying to yourselves, "how does one afford chocolates and flowers everyday in this brutal recession?" And some of you guys are gloomily thinking, " I definitely can't afford to take my chic out for a meal on my tight-budgetted social welfare money..."
Let me remind you, love isn't at all about how much we spend on our loved ones. In fact, as they say, the best and most meaningful things in life are free, yeah, that's an absolute truth! Love is free. No price tags, whatsoever on it.
So don't sweat or lose sleep over flowers and cards. Just that smile on your face, the look of red hot passion in your eyes, that phone call just to tell them you are thinking of them, that aimless walk to nowhere with them...those are always enough for the precious heart of that special one. More than enough to bring an eternal amorous inferno in your loved one's soul.
Happy Valentine to everyone!
And happy birthday to my darling little sister!!!
*** this time around, don't bite your man for not buying you two presents (a birthday, and v.day's one) it ain't his fault you decided to pop into this world on valentine's day :)
Friday, February 5, 2010
Feeling scribbly.
Edgy, moody, irritable? A lethal combination of all these destructive emotions unfortunately define my conditon right now. No, it has nothing to do with pms, and everything to do with a scribbling itchness which i've been trying to ignore for sometime. Alas, I got to scribble! I really can't believe how long it's been since I last blogged. Too long! I guess instead of wasting minutes whining, I should rather update you on what has happened since I last wrote. Did you know I was a chef? Oh yeah, I fed almost half a century of souls on Xmas day. I believe everyone who came for the feast is still dreaming of the delicious meal they had, and still salivating. New year was a different story. I was out scorching my liver at one of my sottish accomplices' house. Can't even remember how I got home. But I certainly remember my head weighing a million tons it's size, and someone giving me a brain surgery the next morning. Hangover from the great granny of hell!! And there has been work, work and more boring work. The animals are behaving worse than ever. I've given up trying to turn them into human beings. Orama thinks is the boss of the galaxy. And Tj thinks he is the engineer the world has been waiting for. The first grand slam of the year, Australian open, came and went without my scribbling the highlights. What a copious shame! It was great, though. I enjoyed seeing Maria Sharapova getting mulled in the first round. I smiled till my lips hurt. Besides Venus' underwearless woes, everything went as I had hoped for: Serena coming back from a brink of defeat to defend her title, and The Brits brat getting into the final. It was fantastic!!! I'm at work right now, robbing off hours. I can't wait to go home and watch American idol. Let me stop here for now, guys. I promise not to stay away for too long. Cheerio!
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