Archive for the ‘obsession’ Category

Explained as such: Washington Post: “I had moments out there where I really felt, ‘This is how I normally play on hard court.’ You know, half volleys, passing shots, good serving, putting the pressure on, playing with the wind, using it to my advantage,” Federer said. “I definitely had moments during today where I thought, […]


New York

10Sep08

Chapter One: He adored New York City. He idolised it all out of proportion. Uh, no, make that he romanticised it all out of proportion. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin. Uh … […]


Reverse racism

21Aug08

REVENGE, I say, for the Spanish athletes who posed for a photo slanting their eyes: Every white man looks the same? No, seriously, not everyone can look as butta-faced as Michael Phelps. As my boss says: GOD IS FAIR.


But kinda SHIT anyway. See those black boxes that overlap? FUCK.


How white are you? Honestly, though, I’m not as white as I thought I was. I’m not into organic food. Or yoga. Hey, I didn’t even get a liberal arts education! (Although all signs point to the fact that I probably should’ve …) I think, Yasmine, you can easily hit an A1 on this test […]


Yes I’m spending too much money to go to Tokyo to see these boys, yes I’ll be deliriously happy (if not completely unconscious from all the anticipation) when they finally go out on stage and start the three drum beats that kick off Mansard Roof , yes I will also piss my pants when Coldplay […]


I’m a wimp

07Jul08

I refused to watch the match because I’m a wimp and I knew Mr Pants-Terselit was going to keep butting until he got what he wanted. And he did. C’est triste.