What a week
If I counted my week that was taking into consideration, everything that’s happened around me, the week till now from last weekend would top my worst times ever. I am not supposed to get sick, but yes, I’m down (but not out) with a bad cold as well as being more broke than Mammootty’s movies (you get the picture). I’ve lost my serious voice to be replaced by a flat squeak. And then there was chaos. Saturday night, Barca ripped apart Real Madrid (I’ve never seen such a one-sided match, not even when we won at Valladolid 7-0), and now by some twisted cosmic joke, they ditch Chelsea (who were less than 5 minutes away from repeating last year’s CL) through some poor refereeing. Yes, this has to be Barca’s year in football. With 2 of my most hated teams facing off for the best football title (see, the Euro and World Cup don’t count, since how can you support a country so dearly, if it’s not your own?), my football dream is dead (till next season atleast). Ferrari are proving why Kimi is useless in a rundown car (unlike Schumi). Terrible year for sports then? Wait, there’s more, Mumbai Indians chose right in the colour of the team jersey as they’ve been beaten black and blue by everyone (Why Sachin, why?), and yes, there’s just 2 things on our papers these days. Dumb politicians and idiot cricketers.
Ok, atleast I should return to being a couch potato and catch up on some TV shows and DVDs? Non. It doesn’t work that way. Chuck’s over (maybe for good) and Heroes season 3 has wound up. So bored I’ve started this show called Reaper. More on that later. Movies, ehem? Yeah, there was this Fast and Furious which was so bad, I was calculating my total economic loss midway through the movie, sitting in a theatre full of people, half of whom don’t really know what the plot was or get the dialogue (which was English), the time wastage (is the minimum pay now USD 7/hr?) and rising petrol costs and dropping mileage. In this moment let me take a moment to curse the woman who rode head on into my car on Easter night (May you find the better side of a tipper truck across your bleeding carcass). The only respite has to be music. Finally saw this movie, Zack and Miri make a Porno, and a song playing in the background got my attention (1.5 hours waste of movie for this song), Tell my Why by Supermode. More music, Metro Station, Starsailor and Silversun Pickups. Check it out. I am gonna puke. Where are my meds?
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