yawpers

the scene along the main hub of manchester picadilly during the uefa cup final between the glasgow rangers and zenit st petersburg wasn't as uncongenial as the horrible pictures seen on the news.

although i was merely a spectator of the grizzled rangers fans from my hotel window and not the actual game itself, i did pass through the city center's fan zone on the way to the lodge and battle out for space in the cafe for my room service meal. the inebriated helter-skelter atmosphere may not be up to par with my old-maidish preferential scene but it brought forth a new dimension of excessive sports fanaticism. it's quite scary but kinda fun. something i can only relate to the male members of family --- basically my whole family.

some friends, the lot who frown on the subject of football or any sports for that matter, the ethereal multi-taskers that proliferate my daily grind, might be buried amongst work, their travels, their preoccupations, their kids, the structural intrigues within the clique and beyond. i totally admire my friends and kindred spirits who blog, even those who write passionately about the deep tenets of sociology and politics to the friday madness in the disciplined nooks of the lion city. but it's the multiple friendly web nooks that get me buzzing. they are the portals that make it possible for any ordinary joe to create a personal web page and sort of venue that provide glimpses of one's affability quotient through their favorite reading pamphlets and tv shows, taking the place of the slumbook of my way, way younger years.

excellent as tracking devices, the likes of friendster and yahoo groups have made pondering the question of attending reunion activities an easier task to tackle. to reply or not to reply, that is the question. if only e-mails and texts existing norms during shakespeare and the elizabethan era.