Errors

I miss watching a solid squad playing on the pitch. With all the deep ends and dramas surrounding the club, it is quite possible to lose interest. Not in the club, but in the sport as a whole.

Hodgson is a definite meh. When I heard he will be taking over, I wasn't in full confidence. And here we are, struggling for a full form and a strong 90 minutes.

Rumours of Torres and Reina leaving, young players (Pacheco, etc) following suit, are not the best indication of a take over. Hodgson is a mental fuck and he should have never step in. Listen to his post-match remarks and it'll hit you right off.

If we lose any of the promising players, surely he'll be burned. Mind the northern people.


Though this heart thumping actions are quite healthy. Since we could get all the blood flowing right, thanks to Hodgson stupidity.

Otto Piehl

Christmas came early for me.

I found a vendor selling envelopes of others who had lived in the period of pre and post WW (also, stamps, letters that were never received, postcard, etc.). It's absolutely fantastic since it carries millions of history in its own manner. There were tons of different entities but I was drawn to buy some of Herr Piehl's envelopes. There were no letters in it, but who would read others' letters anyway. I reckon he had lived during Hitler's' era as there were many of which with Hitler's' face on the stamps. I only bought letters on the 1963-1968 as my eyes could not scour for more.

I was so excited about the prospect of digging into the man's history. The idea of propelling myself towards the genealogy of Piehl is making me sick, as it is what I have always wanted. Though it is severely difficult because there are definitely more than two of them, hence a thorough examination is vital.

However, since I know a partial of Germany's history, with all the faces on the envelope, I could successfully complete my self-learning.

The lady was too nice and she gave me two of the old Czechoslovakia's stamps, of 1949-1950 when they were Ceskoslovensko.

And the journey of emptying my pocket begins, thanks to the wonderful vendor. I am so happy I could eat myself.

Once an extensive collection has been made, I will definitely insures my album. There are few official envelopes from the offices (one with Nazi's seal and the Queen's). They will soon be mine.

TY

You just made it even more difficult for me to forget how much I hate you. Thank you. Really.

In Station

A bundle of agony wrapping your head to pull you in. That calls for a silent show on your feelings. I understand failure is your next door neighbour in getting to, well somewhere. Though I am in deep tears trying to figure out ways to handle it when it comes to my studies.

Without considering any unfortunate cloud to guide me, I found pre-remedies for the 10th of December. In the form of Miss Moss and TeenAngster

These two have an array of interesting pictures and stuffs. Good for you two.



Things to look forward to, besides the hideous monster of the 10th, would be fantastic pictures in our imagination.


1.

Kitties and shakes. Lights that might show love.


2.

An exception to all acceptance.



Yes God, we are all struggling.

Pierrot Strings

I remember the first time listening to RID and when I know they have a connection with Noel Fielding, I got excited. Because Mr. Fielding is just plain insane.

The only I dislike about RID is that they appear to be trying very hard to be different or prove to people they are. It is obvious they are not the first to be in such music or appearance, so when they had 'Don't Copy Me', I realized the grip in reality is too painful for me to hold on to.

People who try to be cool should really calibrate their efforts thoroughly. At least I don't buy their efforts and plays.

Despair In Sun

Summon your eyes for me. The mirror of your crumbled dreams. The wound slithering soil. Reach for me. To see the figures of love. Water me with your senses. To foresee your breath. Trapping bits of your inside. Lost deep under the skin. Where lies and promises creep into the threading waves. Following your eyes and lips.

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Everyone and every thing (even soups) is in it with Tumblr. I find it rather dispensable after spending some time with it. Maybe it's my lack of enthusiasm in matters. Or maybe I find to many funny people using it.

Then again, it applies to the whole section of internet services. I should redeem myself by straying away from this internet royalties. I know part of my friends, who have eject self from internet would be happy. None of them with facebook or any other social networking services. They have only emails and search engine as those are vital in applying their beings to progress.

Now I understand, how the pre-modern limbs find the sun.



------ Bobbi, I heard a man singing 'Soldier of Fortune' and I swear I could hear the echoes of yours trailing the lyrics. Good thing you have a terrific voice.

Touching Point

If I could take you further, we'll stop at cherry point. One arm on the side, to put myself in nostalgic dreams.

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I genuinely miss having my friends around. The time has somehow trap me in the lines. Pulling me from contact. Complaining on 'I wasn't like this before' seems pretty stupid when you're no longer that moping cow. If by stating such could revert you back to the person you were, I'd do that in a heart beat.

I want my fast legs, good eyesight, non-anxious head, and soft skin back. But the life isn't fair so I could only mope and kick some steel around, and be the horrible child.

Eh, I still have my lazy self attached. And the friends whom I could no longer point out and scream the names out. Maybe a few.

Potting With The HP

I watched the first part of Harry Potter. It ended with people or things dying, and Harry the Whiny Twat becomes a gravedigger. Fantastic.

Since I have only watched the first three, two minutes in " What the fuck is going on here? What is it this way and who are those people." I wanted to ask my friend but she was too hooked on the lines, I don't even think she knew I was next to her.

That's the danger of improper trail in the sequence of inventions. I don't read the book and essentially, I don't care for it. I thought watching it would be fun since it is imaginative, and impressive coming from a supposedly single mother who was on the brink of being a bum, or she was a bum then she got on the train and found magic.

Who knows what is the exact story. All we know, she got the idea when she was eating a 10 quid muffin.

Nonetheless, I would watch the second part.


While watching it and they were mentioning Voldemort (OMG) or his funny face was on, I remembered a friend believing it was stupid for the name we shall not mentioned (I knew she was making fun of Shamalan's yellow thing) to not change his name into a common one, Jamie, John etc. Since in that case, it could be easier for him to kill others as they didn't know he has changed his name. Potter playing board game going 'Hey Jamie, I just got a new-" and Bam he's dead. Thanks to the trip to court for a name change and Harry Whiny Potter is dead.

Yeah

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott
12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare
15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen
35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell
42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zifon
57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Inferno - Dante
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams -
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factoy - Roald Dahl
100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

BBC


I know a lot of people have been posting this and emailing this around with text of 'How many have you read' or 'OMG. I HAVE READ 80% OF THIS.". The latter being a twat sending junks to my inbox. Seriously, who gives a fuck about a list of books I, apparently, should read.

I hate it when people believe they're better than everyone just because they read 'better' books. Come on now, I read 'Buddy' and I get to save a year without having to go for Grade 4.

Susan Boyle

Is it difficult to digest in the fact I could very well download Boyle's voice and listen to it. After all the hard thumping sounds, I must balance my ear out with some Susan Boyle's. She's not that bad if you forget how she was first seen in BGT.

I don't fancy her, I just enjoy the feeling when her voice kicks in and you realized she was, all along, living with cats. Impressive.

Under Thin Air

Fixating eyes on walls. Walls against every memories.


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Currently wishing I am always where I want to be. With Hanna and the cats, and the others. Well it's not possible to be with the cats since half of them have died. It could've been a happy day if we are scheduled for New Queasy, instead of the place we've been to. Sorry HH, I know we're supposed to be an inch within each other for Christmas, but the lady from past commences for family parties marathon.

It's nice having your old friends around you. Just to save some tears and awkward moments during the first hour of face off.

Fragapalooza in June? Where's the damn piggy.

DD

When any compressed words cannot convey faithful emotions.
We look at ourselves in different direction.

When no warmth can be signalled by our breaths.
We stop searching for the wind.

When moving pictures become static.
We will let ourselves go.






I must release myself from this edge where stupidity meets.

Slip On

I have always envy my own mother.

She seems to be happy without clear marks of age and healthy smile.

She's travelled to half of the worlds' population dwellings, without being a douchy lady to others.

Before I know her,

She was a lousy student, yet a brilliant one. Apparently, from her mates revelation on her past, she never really cared in revisions and studies after classes. She spent her days watching awful soaps and game shows. Though those hopeless past has gotten her a place in her life.

Now I have furnish my life with her presence, I learn a lot more about the world by just trying to listen to her.

I remember her telling me how the laziness caught up with her when she was offered several jobs in DC, evidently she did not accept such. It appears it is not about being lazy or restless, it is a matter of being content with her life, which is something I admire her for.

She often calls me for a mental opening. For me to remember to be thankful and content with my life. Being a teenager, it has not cling on to my mind and my soul.

Which made me realized, I not even half a man I was supposed to be.

I was always vindictive due to the chances she had passed. Non-existence of a realization that the shaking head she had gestured, was made in pursuance to my needs. If she had continue with the scholars program, I might not be writing this. If she had taken the offer and moved us all to DC, I will never have met the people I have now, and perhaps became that douchy girl. And if she had let me leave her for the snaps and drapes, I would probably be somewhere in the world, regretting every minute of it.

These frames have showed me how much of a horrible daughter and a person I am. Improvements are under construction but I believe it is about knowing what should be made known earlier. Nothing is to late to learn eh?

Since she was on the telly twice, she often addresses her dream of seeing me looking like a fool in it. This came about as I always made fun of her for being unfunny. I do hope I would try dragging my feet to any of the castings I was asked to go. But I know I will never fancy that kind of life. All I want to do is sleep my way through the dreams and wake up feeling all shitty before breakfast. Not the other way around.

Guess I am a bit content with my life. Guess I am listening to my mother, even of an inch. Guess I am not as bad of a person I thought to be.

In Light

It's nothing like the light when we stop chasing. When we stomp on the grass thinking no such luck would depends on it. We run through the mirrored sea. Reflecting our losses and warmths. Fights that flicker whenever it gets by. Forgotten the faces that we've driven off without a second glance. Just maybe we haven't realized. That the lights never really swing above us. Or fights the current to navigate our senses. Just maybe. All along. We've been living without it. Without it pushing through the empty vessel inside us. Vessel of our half-clinging life.



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I had the chance to have a terrific conversation with a nice Spanish boy. It was all nice as we speak of football and telly shows that have more than an inch of relevance in it. His picture on the screen is almost an attachment of a story that holds in mine. When I figure it, I know it's way too good to be good.

Terrible luck or star runs in my family. So you could say we have a sixth sense in feeling a bad vibe approaching in situations. And most of the time, we got it in our hands.

As words travel through the pixelated push, I find the feeling inside. Some might say you're lucky to find someone as such. But the L word doesn't exist in mine.

Then, after few more minutes to an hour, I come to my final judgement, with a concrete facts and evidence, that the Spanish boy often walks the other side. If you have no idea what that means, it means he fancies another being of his own build and gender.

I know the cometh would carry such effect on me, since it's not a wonder a person of everything you've dream of would either be a bastard or a homosexual (I believe it should be asexual). Hence my night was spent thinking, he might have thought I was a boy considering the manner we both speak in.

I should thank my mother for disallowing me in developing more like a boy, because then I might fancy girls, and girls are the worst kind any girl should be in a relationship with.

I should have known when he comment on how much of a nice chap D.M is.

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This is what happens when you can't look at the books no more. I was browsing through the web and found a site where you could dress this funny lady up in your own taste. Stupid, I know. But in desperate time. this will entertain me enough. A friend actually thinks this is something I would wear, except that I don't own any colourful cardi.

Which brings me into going through the forum in FashionSpot. They have a thread of 'Trends you are sick of' and I gladly agree with most of it, considering how I have to keep the face when seeing such in front of me.

However, one stated Vans footwear. I didn't know it was a trend until they posted few pictures showing 'this' kids wearing such. To my surprise, I ended up hating it as well. Not the footwear, the kids who make such into a trend.

What's a fucking trend anyway? A well accepted clothes or just a sad excuse to be cool. Nonetheless, it is stupid and no one should pay attention to it. It angers me to see kids wearing clothes, which they carefully examined just to show people they're hip and cool and eclectic. As much as I know I am at the losing end, I am glad, people in the FS are on the same side as I am.

I may not be a fashion girl, but I know how to value things for money. An expansive and horrible looking sweater is such a disgrace if you vowed your eyes to fashion magazines. Sorry love, you are as daft as the magazine.

Who Do You Want To Be Today

Who doesn't love a quirky bastard in a band.




I need my casual tea and a house full of foam. Since awful weather and people won't get me by.