World Cup Two-DoubleOh-Six is here, four years have flown by since that disastrous final between my two long supported teams of Germany and Brazil (I wisely supported both from the start only to mistakenly pick Germany in the finals). Once again my money's behind Germany and Brazil, except that this time round, in the spirit of patriotism, I have added Switzerland to this list (laugh all you like - at least they held France). I'm just done watching Brazil scrape through their latest match against the Socceroos, and I've to say they don't seem anywhere near top form. There was something ticklish about the game though.. " Adriano.. Roberto Carlos..Ronaldo.. Ronaldinho.. Robinho.. and Fred!" Say what you want, but I call that an anti-climax. Fred. Not all that Latino is it? (No Nestt, not Latina =] ) However, anti-climatic name or not, Fred sure lived up to his place in the squad with a light touch of the ball with his toesies. Almost a comedic goal that one.. sort of like a punchline after a wearisome, dragged out story.
On a side note, I WOULD like to see Kahn fielded again, just to see what the ravages of injury and time have done to him. Still good enough to make the squad though, damn Lehmann.
Just to keep this blog breathing;
Deutschland ueber alles! (ausser Brazil)
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Broken
One Day you're on top of the world - everything is perfect, better than you ever hoped it could be. You finally feel like you've found your niche in the world. One day.
A day later you feel like Atlas, with the weight of the world on your shoulders, except you're worse off - the world on your shoulders isn't everyone's planet Earth, it's the world you created for yourself, believing that it was all yours to be had, you built, and you built, constructing a multitude of ideals made out of all that had ever rang true for you about Life, Love, Laughter, Friends, Family.. Yourself. And once your Day has passed, you realise that all you had construed for yourself was set in a with a foundation that was as stable as a multileveled Jenga tower - and in one thoughtless moment, you pulled the single piece from the bottom, and it all comes raining down on you like an ice cold shower of Sprite.
And you question yourself. You question everything you believed in. All because one belief you'd always held firm had been shattered. So you wonder.. are you still who you were? Have you lost your identity? There's no certainty - all you can do is try to rebuild yourself. And hope.
A day later you feel like Atlas, with the weight of the world on your shoulders, except you're worse off - the world on your shoulders isn't everyone's planet Earth, it's the world you created for yourself, believing that it was all yours to be had, you built, and you built, constructing a multitude of ideals made out of all that had ever rang true for you about Life, Love, Laughter, Friends, Family.. Yourself. And once your Day has passed, you realise that all you had construed for yourself was set in a with a foundation that was as stable as a multileveled Jenga tower - and in one thoughtless moment, you pulled the single piece from the bottom, and it all comes raining down on you like an ice cold shower of Sprite.
And you question yourself. You question everything you believed in. All because one belief you'd always held firm had been shattered. So you wonder.. are you still who you were? Have you lost your identity? There's no certainty - all you can do is try to rebuild yourself. And hope.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Perspective
One day. One park. A picnic. Two malls. A missing Identity. A recovered card. Two armed security guards. The Parliament. And too many sandwiches. - all the ingredients required for a heckuva interesting day. A day which led me to conclude that the job of a fashion designer is to create clothing that everyone 'oohs' and 'ahhs' over but no one would buy.
It's interesting though, the way one might look upon the same object with two different eyes; for example, as previously mentioned, a designer dress:
It's interesting though, the way one might look upon the same object with two different eyes; for example, as previously mentioned, a designer dress:
This dress is designed by a world reknown designer who shall remain unnamed here. This designer has received numerous accolades and is hailed as being among the best in the world. Critics and ordinary mortals alike would view this dress being paraded on a runway and use words like 'stunning', 'captivating' and 'original' to describe it. However, these same people, if they were female, would probably not in a million years want to be caught wearing something like that in public (or even in private); and if they are male, probably would not buy a creation like that for their partners (which would, for once, probably be an entirely right decision by a man who is shopping for a woman). They would say things like "Piffle! Four hundred pounds? That money would be better spent on scuba gear for dolphins!"
Notwithstanding, take a look at this picture:
Where some people might see four geese walking on grass, others may just see a flock of birds making their way around on foot. Quite interesting really, the flexibility that perspective gives us. One person may look upon one thing and interpret it in two entirely different ways, put it in context, and select the interpretation which most suits them. Then, in an entirely different yet eerily identical manner, two people may look upon a single thing and interpret it according to their own individual preferences, then they will both compare notes and compromise their individual views to formulate an understanding which is completely irrelevant in regards to the object of their discussion.
It should therefore be noted that nothing is ever what it appears to be: instead, when you perceive something, anything, think of the most irrelevant, complete opposite of that thing - that is what it is. Really.
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