Justice For Aminul Rasyid.

Its a very, very sad day for for the country. For truth and justice. For the grieving family. For the friends and folks. And of all - humanity.

Let us remember this day. Let us pray. For Allah has GUARANTEED that the prayers of the oppressed are of without hijab. Attended to directly by The Almighty Creator Himself.

May you be restless in pieces, you filthy perpetrator(s).

Take A Swipe, Break A Swine - Or More.

What beautiful sights.

Beating and handing over City's stupid asses back to them. At EASTLAND. Not to mention in front of their 'Always-Talking-About-Future-Success-But-Never-Able-To-Deliver' fans. What a fuckin sight.

Enter Chelsea at the White Hart Lane. Which obviously aint for the faint hearts. Or handball prone mofo (read: John 'I-Shag-Your-GF Terry). I would've like for Chelshit to be slaughtered to their screeching writhes but Spurs were obviously too confident and too busy pinching their cheeks trying to wake themselves up if they were dreaming. Thus the pinching left them with not a clutter of intellect to find the spot in between the goalpost.

So how do you like your Red counterparts Tevez ? After all those talks about supposedly being the best in the world and how you've shone these past couple of months you didn't actually look like you were scoring. Oh but since the Shitty bastards loved work rate, fine, you won by 100 work rates margin. Look, you won, you won ! But opps, its goal margin, Carlitos. Goal margin. Not how much wank per second you're able to deliver, its how many goals you put in between any Shay Given day. So yeah, welcome to Manchester wanker. The REAL Manchester.

*Inhalesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss*

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh

John Terry should try basketball or Netball for that matter, but one cant deny the fact that the poor bastard is eerily good with his hand. Ouch.

Drogba ? Antics. Childish antics. And ugly.

And where's that pacifier ? Somebody's let his kid boy slipped on the pitch and he was picking fights with guys twice his size. OMG, that was Deco!

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh

Pick somebody your size Deco, try Wayne 'Shag-Me-GF' Bridge for a start. Not because he's small. Simply because he's so much of a wimp John 'Hand & Balls' Terry looked like the BIGGER man.

Special mention: Craig 'Golf club' Bellamy for being the constant thorn on the right side of MU defense. And a good eyesore to the fans. But oh well, a hunchback is as a hunchback does.

Decisions Under Risk.

Just got back from a study group lah sangat session with the dudes in class. Among the highlights were Effectiveness and Efficiency of a manager. Kaoru Ishikawa's Quality Circles. Maruiah, the Islamic concept of Management where everything is to be done within the legal boundaries of the Syariah Laws.

Its more of a mentoring session rather than study group orientation, the way I need to anchor the discussions and construct logical arguments of whys and hows of certain alien concepts or so. Its not that I don't prefer such orientation but with the 'big day's footsteps fast approaching. The inevitable knocks are virtually a mere distraction away from haunting my ass off.

But I love those guys and from the bottom of my heart I do hope they make it, as much as I hope to. I guess it doesn't hurt helping them out where I can at least think I am good at and lets hope everything goes well.

I'm making decision with a risk in mind. Another one of the too many Management lexicons whereby the decisions are made with minimal information and forecast about the outcome. There are four known conditions to be making decisions under by the way. They are Certainty, Risk, Uncertainty and Ambiguity.

Oh well, risks are proof enough for you to feel alive. So lets feel good about it. Haven't felt this good for a long time now.So let us relish this moment and oh, time for a bowl of - The Toilet. No, not midnite snacks you junkie freaks.

Part & Parcel..

My so called perfectionist attitude has caused my studies quite dearly. I want everything to be answered or submitted in a manner that meets up my so called ‘standard’. If not, I will not submit it at all.

To make matters worse, I procrastinate the submission because I want it to be ‘proper’ and since ‘proper’ submission will definitely take time- the submission is hence delayed- or worse, not submitted at all. Thing is, even if I submit half halfheartedly too; the marks will at least be satisfactory- NOT zero. When things are zeros, things that were seemingly within my grasp get harder to become realistic. Hence A’s are getting more distant by the days.

Now I don’t even know whether 3.5 CG will be realistic or not. Management course that is supposedly a sure A is not within ‘certain’ distance anymore. Agama seems to be a better bet. English, Insyallah will be fine. By God’s grace.

I need to learn that part of being a student and an employed at the same time is the fact that I have to deal with mediocrity. And loads of it. Part and parcel of being both is the fact that it is rather a game of perseverance than beauty. Its how long can you stay instead of how beautiful can you play.

Its like a game of football with a team of ingenious capabilities- but with less a man.

Part and parcel of being a part-time student is accepting mediocrity as a usual companion. And I have partially accepted the fact when I enrolled for the studies in the first place.

Please God, let me reMember this. Dear God, please don't let me fail this.

The Piss-Off-Fuckface Post

The defeat to Bayern still irks me to this day. Maybe I am such a sore loser. But the manner in which they influenced the ref to card Rafael with the 2nd yellow pisses me off every time it cares to stride along my memory’s lanes.

I know how useless it is to get mad over things I have no control over but I feel reluctant to let it go. In my mind I’m visualizing how Bayern will have their asses handed over to them. And I wish the lost inflicted so big they’ll remember it even in their Amnesias.