Drowning my sorrows in loud music.

Jon Snow

I refuse to make a mediocre article for my first assignment. I refuse to make mediocre stuff. This is a rant. My birthday sucked. I never felt it as a happy occasion, I'm blaming it on Jon Snow and GRRM. Ah,damn you GRRM for what you did. I am thoroughly unsettled by the whole affair and I don't think I can see any silver lining to what happened. I am now an Eeyore. A dark cloud hovers above my head and spurts occasional rain showers. I am also jobless, unemployed, stuck in a rut; classic signs of a failure. And then the Breaker of Promises or the One with Words that don't Count made me hope again, and subsequently crushed my hopes. There is nothing there. NOTHING. I berate myself but i often find that I'm too lazy to nag or self flagellate. Perhaps because I am waiting for the calls-that-never-came. They said a week, it's almost Thursday and still nothing. Rejection is terrible, this one will hurt even more because I initiated it. I actually had the courage to send go by myself. Of course it was all in vain. I should really get used to this by now. This post is called Jon Snow because...argh.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush.

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

--------Mary Elizabeth Frye

My life held together by scotch tape

Scotch Tape is a very important tool in keeping things together. My phone broke and only scotch tape holds it together. The frame in my glasses fell apart and now I feel like Harry Potter whose glasses were held together by scotch tape, plus it's lopsided. I had a great weekend at the beach. Only Monday came and sucked it all out. There's something horrible about Mondays. Perhaps it's the fact that after having enjoyed a weekend of bliss, more than half the world's population would now have to get back to their respective and boring jobs. or maybe students going back to the sludge of school. My Monday was made terrible because of unwelcome talks regarding my future. I seriously cannot abide stupid people. Gah. What a bad start to the week! Oh and its Yoann's birthday. Happy birthday to my first football crush.
BTW, I am now a Formula 1 fan. A newbie but I'm already rooting for RBR-Renault.

Midnight in Paris

Perhaps it's the Paris of the golden age we are all looking for. That is what the Woody Allen film surmises. I guess that's true. We are always looking for that golden era, not the reality we face today. 

Now that I'm registered at Pottermore...

After what felt like centuries of trying to submit my email to Pottermore.com, they finally accepted it. That,my friends is how difficult it is to go to Hogwarts. Probably a million other fans like me clicking the submit button and getting frustrated for the insufferable resistance of the website to accept our email addresses. So now all we do is wait for the 31st of July to get our owls from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Since it's quite a long wait, i have made a to-do list of the usual things we need in Hogwarts.

Here's my 9 things to do at Diagon Alley since I am now registered at Pottermore:

1. Go To Gringgots and exchange my currency for galleons, sickles and knuts.

2. Get measured for robes at Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions

3. Check out books at Flourish and Blotts

4. Buy an owl at the Eylops Owl Emporium

5. Check out the Apothecary

6. Visit Weasley's wizard wheezes

7. Ogle at broomstick display (while planning to apply for Quidditch)

8. Most Importantly: Buy a wand at Ollivander's

Pottermore

How do fans know JK Rowling has not forgotten them? This website. To the fans of the series who may be experiencing signs and symptoms similar to that of an alcoholic whose supply of alcohol has been cut off permanently, this website will be the answer to the fans' call for a group therapy session similar to Alcoholics Anonymous. I can't wait util the 23rd of June!

Soft kitty on Google Guitar

soft kitty

I was a Teenage Otaku

I had such a fun morning sitting in front of my computer checking out the list of anime songs. I was once an Otaku, I didn't realize how much I missed it until I listened to some old songs from last night. Just listening to the opening theme of Yu Yu hakushu made me reminisce all the great anime I've seen since i was a child. I'm forever a geek.

G'bye captain

A PREMATURE GOODBYE. HE DID NOT GO. BARCELONA BIDS ARE RIDICULOUS. ARSENAL SAYS NO. WE STILL HAVE HIM. AMEN.

So it's final.

Wenger gave the go signal.
Barcelona officials to meet with his agents.
Deal starts.
Arsenal wants 50+Barcelona player.
Barcelona offers 30+player.

Goodbye captain. I never saw much of you this season. And we had quite a shitty one. I guess it's as shitty for you too. Nevertheless, I must say my adoration for you has been tainted by the previous summer's transfer saga which put a stake in the hearts of most Gooners. But you were our captain and we still love you. Truth of the matter is that we can never keep you for too long. You may be wearing an Arsenal shirt but your heart bleeds of Barcelona's colors. I would have wanted to keep you longer in the club because I want to see you raise a trophy wearing the captain's armband. Skeptics never liked seeing you wear the armband. They say you do not have enough experience, enough drive, enough maturity to command your team mates. But I disagree with them.  We see you on the pitch and we see an Arsenal captain who is a commanding presence on midfield. You were exceptional on the field and with that, you guided your teammates to scoring goals. You were a leader. Off the field, your teammates treat you as they would a very close and well-respected friend. Skipper, they call you. But looks like you're time with us is final coming to an end.

I have a lot of issues of your transfer. This is the major one. Barcelona is a club whose meteoric rise to the top of the footballing world is due to their first team. Their first team consists of the same roster of players who've played at every game, give or take a few injured ones. Where would you be playing then? Their midfield is already congested with brilliant play makers. Are you just going to be a sub? I'd hate to see that because you're worth more than that. And you need to play as much as possible next season, because frankly you have not been playing for a long time. Is it too late to hope that Barcelona will not be able to afford your asking price of 40 million?! They don't even want to pay the asking price. Even if they throw in players from their team, the unfortunates who were not able to play most games like Thiago and Bojan, you're still worth 40million and more. And we need the cash to splash on experienced players to replace one of the same caliber as you.

Okay that's enough for now. You're going. Really going. I'll miss you, but not so much since not seeing you play at many games this season prepared me for the inevitable goodbye. I hope you'll still leave a place for us in your heart. Cheesy. But you can never forget the club who took you in when Barcelona never had much use for you then. The club who raised you to greater heights in your footballing career. The club whose manager nurtured and trained you. The team whose members, players and coaches and others alike called you captain and gave you respect and loyalty. The fans who cheered and cried for you. We are The Arsenal and we bid you goodbye and great luck.