nowhere man

I hate to break this here (and there're not really people reading this shit), but I'm no good in telling people shit about myself in person (pretty lame for a counselor) and I like to say shit when I feel shitty.The thing I want to say is -- I think I'll probably leave the States this year. There are a few reasons.

Well, the most obvious reason is that I need my working visa to stay but my employer does not seem to handle the matter with much enthusiasm. Couldn't blame them though, since I myself do not feel quite motivated to push anything. Why? I really don't know. Maybe I don't really care about anything.

What am I going to do? Probably go back to my home Macau, at least for a while. I really can't see myself staying there for long. As much as I love my family and home, I feel very alienated for a lot of reasons. So I think I will travel around. I don't have money, maybe I'll be like the Incredible Hulk without being angry and turning green.

I'm fine with leaving this country. There are probably a few things I like miss if I leave: my friends, my work, movies and live music. That's about it.

I think I've said this numerous times. I don't feel like belonging any where. As much as many people want to leave and move some where else, most people knows they always have to a place to fall back to. I don't. Not even my home, because it is not the same anymore, or I don't feel the same towards it.

Maybe I just don't know what to do with myself.

or with life.

Maybe that's why I don't feel very enthusiastic about pursuing anything.

nail clipper

I just spent 3 dollars for a nail clipper in CVS. It is such a rip off. A nail clipper is not worth that money. Plus, why the fuck is it so big? What kind of American toes or fingers are they for?

And it's not that sharp.

It just made me feel uncomfortable when I uses it.

Where the hell is my old clipper?

Jose + 10, Francisco + 10

I really like this adidas ad




This ad reminded me of my childhood when two persons took turns to pick a player for his team. I was always the quite last person to be picked when I was younger, probably because I was small and not very good (but hey, later one time the team I picked played pretty well).

Kids around the globe play the game the same way, and many of us imagine we could pick the great football stars we see on TV.

The ad connects with the audience because it makes our wildest dreams coming true (Jose and his friend even picked past legends Beckenbaur and Platini).

If I could pick 10 players to be on the team with me, I would choose:

Roberto Baggio (hey, my all-time favorite player)
Paolo Maldini (once the best defender in the world, another Italian)
Luis Figo (my favorite Portuguese player)
Eusebio (The Black Pearl, baby)
Diego Maradonna (my first soccer hero)
Vitor Baia (not the best goalkeeper, but always funny to watch)
Hidetoshi Nakata (my favorite Japanese midfielder)
Fabio Cannavaro (great hard-working defender)
Ronaldinho (currently the best)
Alessandro Nesta (another Italian defender I like a lot)

The song by RJD2 in the ad is wicked cool.

My Life Habit

Every winter, whinchats (a kind of bird) migrate from Asia or Europe to Africa during winter. It is a cycle for them, a habit which does not cease to exist. Every four years, my life is turned upside down for a month. I would deprive of sleep. I would miss school/work. I would be in a constant state of anticipation.

For every four years since I was eight, I dedicate my life to the great spectacle of the World Cup.

Something would be different for me this year, because it will be in the daytime for me (because I'm in the States and The World Cup is in Germany). Am I going to miss it? No. I have already asked for a day off on June 9 so that I could watch the opening match at home. Nothing is holy for Francisco Lo. This is probably as close as it gets.