Thursday, November 23, 2006
ok, basically i'm bored. and i can't sleep. and no, it's not cos i'm staying up to catch champions league action on the malaysian channels i get thanks to the booster; i did that did this morning. you see, there are 5 malaysian channels televising live champions league matches simultaneously. so on a day when i'm up at 4am, i flick throught the channels to catch all 5 games. like this morning. i mainly watched celtic vs man utd. ok, so MU lost, which sucks. but post-match, all the celtic fans were up and holding their banners high above their head singing the celtic fc anthem, and it was pretty touching for me to see their support for the team. i don't know what the anthem's called, but it's like an official song for the scottish giants, just like You'll Never Walk Alone is for Liverpool. but i got over-frustrated seeing the red devils snuffing chances after chances, so ended up flicking through to catch a bit of real madrid and arsenal.
man, why didn't real just lose? maybe i'm sadistic, but i'm waiting for the day when these european giants like real, milan and to SOME extent chelsea fail to qualify for the competition. it'll be very interesting if it happens, but not necessarily cool. i mean, i don't like real, am fine with milan and i do hate chelsea to the guts, but i watch them for football entertainment purposes.
but not later. i'm just not in the mood to catch any football, which is weird cos every wednesday and thursday fortnight i'm glued to the tv screen from 2.30am(if the game starts early)/4am - around 6am(after the highlights from all the games). it's like a ritual. but somehow today... nah, just don't feel like it.
maybe it's cos i'm beat from kem Obor (a journalism program organised by BH, the local malay paper). i mean, i love it. it's fun, an eye-opener and also test the limit of my patience (and stamina.. i keep getting hungry, and i can't focus on an empty stomach). and i got to meet the reporters: farid hamzah, norman sawi, suryani omar, nazri hadi saparin (the facilitators of the programme), khalid khamis and the rest (ok, there's so many of them and i can't recollect their names - for now). yeah, it was quite cool. we had this american a cappela group called M-pact and this funny guy who's an MTV VJ named Colby as guests for the "press con" The whole thing was tiring and i lost my temper a little, but i really enjoyed it. wouldn't mind coming for a second round.
lately i've taken a liking to this song by My Chemical Romance (though i'm not a fan), Welcome To The Black Parade. the way death is being described is as if death is meant to make the living stronger, but at the same time, honour the memory of the one who has gone. and the black parade is just a metaphorical view of a funeral procession.
Welcome To The Black Parade
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said,
"Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
He said
"Will you defeat them, your demons, and all the non believers, the plans that they have made?" Because one day I'll leave you,
A phantom to lead you in the summer,
To join the black parade."
When I was a young boy,
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band.
He said, "Son when you grow up, will you be the saviour of the broken,
The beaten and the damned?"
Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me.
And other times I feel like I should go.
Through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.
When you're gone we want you all to know
We'll Carry on,
We'll Carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on
Carry on
We'll carry on
And in my heart I cant contain it
The anthem wont explain it.
And we will send you reeling from decimated dreams
Your misery and hate will kill us all
So paint it black and take it back
Lets shout it loud and clear
Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to
To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers
Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause I could not care at all Do or die
You'll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say i'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar
You're the chair, for all the broken Listen here, because it's only..
I'm just a man,
I'm not a hero
Just a boy,
who's meant to sing this song
Just a man,
I'm not a hero
I -- don't -- care
Carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow marches on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry on
We'll carry
We'll carry on
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