Disaster is certain occurings which goes the opposite way of... why am I speaking like an Oxford Dictionary?
Disaster in my point of view:
1) Clay's song of choice last Saturday.
He sang Billy Joel's Tell Her About It. It's a nice song and he did play it up a bit, singing the Broadway version at the beginning and then kicking up the tempo and dashed around the stage, which of course made Simon shudder - I could see the Cowell copyrighted word, "appaling," popping out of his head.
The magical voice didn't come out. Ever since I saw him turned Somewhere Out There into an almost favorite song of mine, that was the first time I didn't feel my heart squeezed and aiken for more. Should that Billy Joel night be the first time ever I heard of him, I wouldn't be moved as I was during any given night.
And I was convinced nothing could be better than a mix of Clay and Billy.
2) Iker's performance for the past (at least) two weeks.
At the rate he's going, it wouldn't be hard to tell why he's taking a downhill ride at looking extremely older shortly after reaching 22. The only other person (except moi) more concerned about having his record clean (read=no conceded goal, at all) is Iker himself.
Poor thing, he didn't seem to be concentrating at all. What the hell is going on? The reflexes still helped a little but it was like he was daydreaming most of the time and only moved a split second too late. It was really, really lucky that, during the game against Valencia last week, Raul was down inside the penalty area and Madrid took a crack at homing a desperate goal.
On the sidenote, no matter how jaded he might seemed lately, Figo is an exceptional player. I mean to take a penalty kick under such pressure - left one goal behind playing at home, against the one club fighting their best to knock Madrid off the top of the table and during the additional time, no less.
3) Pinocchio is out. Free as a fucking bird.
I usually leave the political world alone, not because I knew better but because it would only mean I'd be typing on and on and on until the small hours in the morning!
After the fiasco of trying to determine if our honorable Chairman of People's Rep Board was a suspect (of this bigwig, a century-year-old case of corruption), and the later a convict, we came to the baffling and disgusting end of his penalty - I'm not sure about it now, of three years, three fucking months? - being put into pending.
Now, running for President (can this country become more ridiculous?) Mr. Bigger-and-bigger Nose argued his case up before the High Court and they'd let him go. Free, definitely free of all charges.
Students (poor, naive people of all generations) sat outside High Court's building for days before, during and after the decision was taken. Wanna know why even the decision was also put into pending? They're negotiating of course, how much Bang Akbar would be paying the High Judges.
Ah, that's another of Cowellism in me.
4) I dunno. Maybe the constant rain and Dengue fever is somewhat good, referring to situation #3.
The public won't leave things alone, students in other big cities is still demonstrating downtown, maybe the epidemy and floods alert is a somewhat useful distraction.
We're heading fast toward Election now, and any people who knows they don't have the nerves of steel don't really want any additional sizzle in the streets right now.
In consequence of it all (or probably this is all he does), Jakarta Gov., Mr I'm-A-Nice Guy, showed up in TV this afternoon. When my make-up book came out, I'm sure it would be very, very useful for Bang Yos. It's very light, very simple and he sure doesn't want to look "too done up."
More condemnation toward the Palace for allegedly clogging the artery of canal's construction fund. Bang Yos stated that the flood (which had already swept most of Jakarta) could be prevented if only the fund for canal building is still flowing from the Government.
Yeah right, did you remember that when you lobbied for the stupid amount of money to build the ridiculous "busway"?
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On brighter side, like I said, we're back, querido mio and I and we've been planning for Saturday catch up.
Seen Love Actually? Remember the wild dance Laura Linney does in hiding after the hot coworker finally kisses her? That's what I'm doing right now.
Of course, I told him we could only spend the day together. My night's reserved for Clay but I haven't told him that.
He's blissfully ignorant towards the entertainment business and other news beside the ones you see in "serious" papers. That's the nickname anyway, Mr Serious. Mentioning Clay would probably bring a frown on his face, of both puzzlement and a bit insecurity, "That a male friend?" Pause. "On Saturday nights?"
Mmmmm. Love him.