levity: (daydream team)
Arsenal, what the hell, there is only so much I can take from both of my teams within the space of one week, please do not lose this one.


ETA: It seems a bit off-putting to be relieved at Robin's finally getting around to scoring his 28th Premier League goal of the season, but relieved I am. COYG.


ETA2: Well, I asked not to lose this one. I should have been more specific.
levity: (mes que un club)
We have: a three-man defense, Josep Guardiola, the Camp Nou, and all the cules in the world. Tots units fem forca- which feels strange, coming from me, but I believe it. Vamos Barca.


ETA: Okay, so as the Cant was blasting from Camp Nou's speakers and everyone on the pitch was shaking hands there was this shot of two cules singing their hearts out into the camera, pointing to the crests on their jerseys, so we have the best fans. We did well, and we have the best fans, and while of course you have to ask for more, if only so you'll be kick-started into trying for it- this is okay. This is okay. Som i serem, guys.

But it has to be said: holy mother of God, Fernando Torres.
levity: (mes que un club)
We have: a three-man defense, Josep Guardiola, the Camp Nou, and all the cules in the world. Tots units fem forca- which feels strange, coming from me, but I believe it. Vamos Barca.


ETA: Okay, so as the Cant was blasting from Camp Nou's speakers and everyone on the pitch was shaking hands there was this shot of two cules singing their hearts out into the camera, pointing to the crests on their jerseys, so we have the best fans. We did well, and we have the best fans, and while of course you have to ask for more, if only so you'll be kick-started into trying for it- this is okay. This is okay. Som i serem, guys.

But it has to be said: holy mother of God, Fernando Torres.
levity: (daydream team)
So nervous. So. Fucking. Nervous.

I just saw Robin hug the Gunnersaurus. Gods, I love this team.

ESPN PL Preview's man to watch for tonight is Fernando Torres. I'm not even tempted to make a snarky comment, because there's kicking someone when they're down and there's kicking someone when they've had the year Fernando Torres has.

STOP COMPARING MIKEL TO CESC. ARE YOU NOT OVER THAT YET.


ETA: Did my comms just compare Theo Walcott to a gazelle?


ETA2: That has to be the most annoying draw I've ever watched. Anyway. I believe in QPR.


ETA3: Clasico stream that is in Spanish but works, if anyone's looking. Augh, Barcelona.


ETA4: At least it's a football game and not a mixed martial arts match? Translation: BARCELONA YOU NEED TO SCORE.

(Aside: The best thing about Spanish streams is that you can hear the crowd, but don't have to suffer through commentators calling your team diving cheating scum, saying the other team is bound to win, or telling Wenger to spend some fucking money.)


ETA5: Oh gods oh gods oh gods. 1-2 and you can't lose this, guys, you can't.


ETA the last: Well played, Madrid. Congratulations.
levity: (daydream team)
So nervous. So. Fucking. Nervous.

I just saw Robin hug the Gunnersaurus. Gods, I love this team.

ESPN PL Preview's man to watch for tonight is Fernando Torres. I'm not even tempted to make a snarky comment, because there's kicking someone when they're down and there's kicking someone when they've had the year Fernando Torres has.

STOP COMPARING MIKEL TO CESC. ARE YOU NOT OVER THAT YET.


ETA: Did my comms just compare Theo Walcott to a gazelle?


ETA2: That has to be the most annoying draw I've ever watched. Anyway. I believe in QPR.


ETA3: Clasico stream that is in Spanish but works, if anyone's looking. Augh, Barcelona.


ETA4: At least it's a football game and not a mixed martial arts match? Translation: BARCELONA YOU NEED TO SCORE.

(Aside: The best thing about Spanish streams is that you can hear the crowd, but don't have to suffer through commentators calling your team diving cheating scum, saying the other team is bound to win, or telling Wenger to spend some fucking money.)


ETA5: Oh gods oh gods oh gods. 1-2 and you can't lose this, guys, you can't.


ETA the last: Well played, Madrid. Congratulations.
levity: (mes que un club)
ESPN is a lying liar that advertises Champions League matches and then doesn't televise them. My stream is fuzzy and intermittent and in German but I spent twenty minutes trying to get one to work, so I'm not complaining.

Aaanyway. Here's to the guys I haven't seen play in far too long. May the best team win, and may the best team be Barcelona.


ETA: The pictures on my stream froze just as Ramires started running towards Barcelona's end of the pitch, but the sound of a goal being scored is the same everywhere. The hell, Barcelona. I hope I haven't jinxed anything.


ETA 2: YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO SCORE TWO GOALS, GUYS. WHY AM I BEING PUT IN THIS POSITION AGAIN. TWENTY MINUTES. TWO GOALS. VAMOS BARCA.


ETA 3: Gods, guys, can we not go five minutes without the referee having to blow for a foul? Honestly.

P.S. Puyi. Capi. I love you.


ETA 4: Augh. We have to beat them at Camp Nou, then. Vamos Barca.
levity: (mes que un club)
ESPN is a lying liar that advertises Champions League matches and then doesn't televise them. My stream is fuzzy and intermittent and in German but I spent twenty minutes trying to get one to work, so I'm not complaining.

Aaanyway. Here's to the guys I haven't seen play in far too long. May the best team win, and may the best team be Barcelona.


ETA: The pictures on my stream froze just as Ramires started running towards Barcelona's end of the pitch, but the sound of a goal being scored is the same everywhere. The hell, Barcelona. I hope I haven't jinxed anything.


ETA 2: YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO SCORE TWO GOALS, GUYS. WHY AM I BEING PUT IN THIS POSITION AGAIN. TWENTY MINUTES. TWO GOALS. VAMOS BARCA.


ETA 3: Gods, guys, can we not go five minutes without the referee having to blow for a foul? Honestly.

P.S. Puyi. Capi. I love you.


ETA 4: Augh. We have to beat them at Camp Nou, then. Vamos Barca.
levity: (daydream team)
Dear Arsenal, instead of going to sleep I just stayed up to watch you play. Why can't you play on reasonable times on the weekends like everybody else? The sheer relief I feel upon finding a game is going to be televised is absurd.

---

Oh gods the Liga is mad.

---

Though I am not really in any position to be passing judgment on anyone's sanity, because I am at the point where I am watching anything that has Andrew Garfield's face in it. Oh well.

---

ETA: PUTANGINANG COUNTER-ATTACK IYAN NG WIGAN ARSENAL AYUSIN NYO MGA BUHAY NINYO.


ETA the second: WHAT THE HELL. WHAT. THE HELL. ANONG GINAGAWA NYO.


ETA the third: Does the Emirates give a shot of Felix Felicis to every visiting goalkeeper?

... but really, kids, going 2-0 down after eight minutes? ONLY ARSENAL.


ETA the fourth: YESSS VERMA.


ETA who's counting: Arsenal, anong klaseng buhay ito.

P.S. Robin, I love you, but please stop being a brat.
levity: (daydream team)
Dear Arsenal, instead of going to sleep I just stayed up to watch you play. Why can't you play on reasonable times on the weekends like everybody else? The sheer relief I feel upon finding a game is going to be televised is absurd.

---

Oh gods the Liga is mad.

---

Though I am not really in any position to be passing judgment on anyone's sanity, because I am at the point where I am watching anything that has Andrew Garfield's face in it. Oh well.

---

ETA: PUTANGINANG COUNTER-ATTACK IYAN NG WIGAN ARSENAL AYUSIN NYO MGA BUHAY NINYO.


ETA the second: WHAT THE HELL. WHAT. THE HELL. ANONG GINAGAWA NYO.


ETA the third: Does the Emirates give a shot of Felix Felicis to every visiting goalkeeper?

... but really, kids, going 2-0 down after eight minutes? ONLY ARSENAL.


ETA the fourth: YESSS VERMA.


ETA who's counting: Arsenal, anong klaseng buhay ito.

P.S. Robin, I love you, but please stop being a brat.
levity: (daydream team)
Robin should have gotten two, but I can't even be bitter about it, because hell yes. Rosa had yet another wonderful run. Bac fit into our game so seamlessly I have a hard time remembering what those months when his fibula were broken were like- it's both easy and really difficult to understand how underrated he is. Szczesny is our king. I may or may not have knocked my glasses askew in the process of punching the air when Mikel Arteta scored, because I'm dignified like that.

The Emirates was so enthusiastic today it was absurd. Football's a team sport both on the playing and the spectating side, really, so you shake your head in reluctant curled-lip commisseration when the crowd goes boo and you know at once who has the ball, and you grin like a madwoman when that one fan jumps out of the stands to run over and hug Mikel and the guys while they're celebrating the goal, never mind that your glasses are hanging off your nose. Whatever it is you're feeling, someone else is feeling too, what can you do about it.

Too much talking about Manchester City. )
levity: (daydream team)
Robin should have gotten two, but I can't even be bitter about it, because hell yes. Rosa had yet another wonderful run. Bac fit into our game so seamlessly I have a hard time remembering what those months when his fibula were broken were like- it's both easy and really difficult to understand how underrated he is. Szczesny is our king. I may or may not have knocked my glasses askew in the process of punching the air when Mikel Arteta scored, because I'm dignified like that.

The Emirates was so enthusiastic today it was absurd. Football's a team sport both on the playing and the spectating side, really, so you shake your head in reluctant curled-lip commisseration when the crowd goes boo and you know at once who has the ball, and you grin like a madwoman when that one fan jumps out of the stands to run over and hug Mikel and the guys while they're celebrating the goal, never mind that your glasses are hanging off your nose. Whatever it is you're feeling, someone else is feeling too, what can you do about it.

Too much talking about Manchester City. )

3.

Apr. 8th, 2012 08:30 pm
levity: (clarity)
Everyone's doing poetry month, so okay, why not?

I hope that everyone who celebrates Easter is having a happy one, and that everyone who doesn't is enjoying the chocolate. I should probably have more to say? But I'm tired of things that are raw and that sting. I hope you're all okay.

And since it's the season for impossibles anyway, I hope that we completely trounce Manchester City.

---

Scheherazade

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.
         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
                   It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
         it's more like a song on a policeman's radio,
                 how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                       to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means
         we're inconsolable.
                               Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                Tell me we'll never get used to it.


- Richard Siken

3.

Apr. 8th, 2012 08:30 pm
levity: (clarity)
Everyone's doing poetry month, so okay, why not?

I hope that everyone who celebrates Easter is having a happy one, and that everyone who doesn't is enjoying the chocolate. I should probably have more to say? But I'm tired of things that are raw and that sting. I hope you're all okay.

And since it's the season for impossibles anyway, I hope that we completely trounce Manchester City.

---

Scheherazade

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
                                                       and dress them in warm clothes again.
         How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running
until they forget that they are horses.
                   It's not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere,
         it's more like a song on a policeman's radio,
                 how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days
were bright red, and every time we kissed there was another apple
                                                                                       to slice into pieces.
Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means
         we're inconsolable.
                               Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
                                                                Tell me we'll never get used to it.


- Richard Siken
levity: (Default)
What the hell, Arsenal. Niloloko nyo ba ako. Wala pang April Fools' diyan. Ano baaa.
levity: (Default)
What the hell, Arsenal. Niloloko nyo ba ako. Wala pang April Fools' diyan. Ano baaa.
levity: (mes que un club)
I'm pretty sure I had something else to say earlier this evening, only apparently my boy went and scored a hatttrick against Granada in the unholy hours of the day and became Barcelona's all-time leading goalscorer. Here's a video of all 234 goals, for those of you with fifteen minutes to spare. Several of these I saw live, on streams of varying degrees of quality at fuck-all o'clock in the morning. Sometimes the players appeared to be little more than colored bits of fuzz on my computer screen and I only knew where the ball was by virtue of how everything else was positioned, but there'd be a quick flash of motion and I'd know it was Leo, sure as anything. He plays like a video game figure and like a physicist's dream and like very fast calculus, and sometimes he does things like scoring five goals in one game (two goals is a brace, three is a hattrick, and four is a poker- thank you, Diego Milito- but is there a word for five? Has there ever been a need for a word for five? Because he's just going to get better, so someone had better get on it), and classes and exams and proper sleeping schedules have nothing on that.

Lionel Messi pulled me kicking and screaming into football fandom one and three-quarters of a year ago, seventeen years old and out of love with the world. There is nothing I can say about him that has not been said, and better, by someone else, but I owe an incredible amount, so consider this me trying.

---

Met the mother at Mega (alliteration completely unintentional) and then went to pick the brother up from Pisay, and that tree beside the grandstand was in bloom again, pale pink taking over the top branches. The last time it was in bloom was three years ago, when we graduated. And look, Dagupan is my first home and Manila is my last, but you could blindfold me and I'd still be able to pick my way through the campus, SHB ASTB caf gym field grandstand, if with allowances made for the construction going on around the creek. That was the table Muon took over during Sir Vlad's birthday and that Benjie ate cake off of, and that was where we played agawan-base during first year intrams when Jan took that picture of Thea, and there on the far end of the field beside the balete was the gazebo that will always be mine and Guia's, and those are the kalachuchi I learned to climb trees on, and I can still sit down on the ground of the oval and look and not feel like I'm running to beat a ticking time bomb. The line I use is that it's the people that are important, which, of course, but the school's mine, too, as much as every place you leave your loves in is, it's mine.
levity: (mes que un club)
I'm pretty sure I had something else to say earlier this evening, only apparently my boy went and scored a hatttrick against Granada in the unholy hours of the day and became Barcelona's all-time leading goalscorer. Here's a video of all 234 goals, for those of you with fifteen minutes to spare. Several of these I saw live, on streams of varying degrees of quality at fuck-all o'clock in the morning. Sometimes the players appeared to be little more than colored bits of fuzz on my computer screen and I only knew where the ball was by virtue of how everything else was positioned, but there'd be a quick flash of motion and I'd know it was Leo, sure as anything. He plays like a video game figure and like a physicist's dream and like very fast calculus, and sometimes he does things like scoring five goals in one game (two goals is a brace, three is a hattrick, and four is a poker- thank you, Diego Milito- but is there a word for five? Has there ever been a need for a word for five? Because he's just going to get better, so someone had better get on it), and classes and exams and proper sleeping schedules have nothing on that.

Lionel Messi pulled me kicking and screaming into football fandom one and three-quarters of a year ago, seventeen years old and out of love with the world. There is nothing I can say about him that has not been said, and better, by someone else, but I owe an incredible amount, so consider this me trying.

---

Met the mother at Mega (alliteration completely unintentional) and then went to pick the brother up from Pisay, and that tree beside the grandstand was in bloom again, pale pink taking over the top branches. The last time it was in bloom was three years ago, when we graduated. And look, Dagupan is my first home and Manila is my last, but you could blindfold me and I'd still be able to pick my way through the campus, SHB ASTB caf gym field grandstand, if with allowances made for the construction going on around the creek. That was the table Muon took over during Sir Vlad's birthday and that Benjie ate cake off of, and that was where we played agawan-base during first year intrams when Jan took that picture of Thea, and there on the far end of the field beside the balete was the gazebo that will always be mine and Guia's, and those are the kalachuchi I learned to climb trees on, and I can still sit down on the ground of the oval and look and not feel like I'm running to beat a ticking time bomb. The line I use is that it's the people that are important, which, of course, but the school's mine, too, as much as every place you leave your loves in is, it's mine.

COYG

Mar. 7th, 2012 04:00 am
levity: (daydream team)
The most absolutely painful thing about my being an Arsenal fan is that up till the last minute I really will believe that we can win the whole thing. It means I end up sitting through the most excruciating matches, waiting. One goal down, four to go. Come on.


ETA: I am clearly not the only one looking for a 5-0 win. Two to go and I may or may not actually be crying, we can do this.


ETA II: Guys, those last ten minutes may have been the worst ten minutes of my life. And I can't say take heart from the loss, because how do you take heart from putting everything into a game and losing the tie nonetheless, but the Emirates went and applauded you after the final whistle blew because that's what you do when your team tries, and I'm right there with them. I love you all.

COYG

Mar. 7th, 2012 04:00 am
levity: (daydream team)
The most absolutely painful thing about my being an Arsenal fan is that up till the last minute I really will believe that we can win the whole thing. It means I end up sitting through the most excruciating matches, waiting. One goal down, four to go. Come on.


ETA: I am clearly not the only one looking for a 5-0 win. Two to go and I may or may not actually be crying, we can do this.


ETA II: Guys, those last ten minutes may have been the worst ten minutes of my life. And I can't say take heart from the loss, because how do you take heart from putting everything into a game and losing the tie nonetheless, but the Emirates went and applauded you after the final whistle blew because that's what you do when your team tries, and I'm right there with them. I love you all.
levity: (daydream team)
Oh Arsenal, Arsenal, you are the best. How do you do this to me.


ETA: NO REALLY GUYS. YOU ARE THE BEST. I WILL LOVE YOU ALWAYS BUT YOU ARE ALSO THE BEST. Whatever did you tell them at half-time, boss?
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