Monday, March 28, 2011

Quotes Time.

"Go home Frank. Go where to be born is to be equal. The children of Mexico are not yet so lucky."

- Pancho Villa, And Starring Pancho Villa As Himself

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Panas Hati

Its 1.45 a.m. And am supposed to be fast asleep now. But am not. United is lucky. United is crap. IF Chelshit didn't have that mid season slump, IF Arsenal didn't this, IF Liverpool didn't have that owner bla bla bla bla. Point is you are basing your arguments on how many IFs were there ? And those are some pretty big IFs.

And guess what ? United had all the IFs in the world to feel sorry for ourselves but crux of the matter is that we lick our own wounds and march on. Whereas fragile and the ever young teams like Arsenal keep coming with list of injured players as ever loyal excuses on why is the trophy cabinet still empty after 6 years. Whereas Chelsea had that mid season slump bla bla bla, we won games regardless of the manner in which points were secured, regardless of primadonas-deprived this team is, they fight. They fight through gritted teeth and sheer fucking determination that will burn the likes of Spuds and L'Arse with mere proximity alone.

And that is the mark of Champions.

But of course you have to be there first to have those. But you haven't. So keep talking - and until the fat lady sings - why don't you sore losers sing in her stead ?

"We're United. We do what we want."

Monday, March 14, 2011


"Klu boleh elak keluar wktu hujan. radio aktif sempena SUNAMI d jepun" -

Reads Mak's SMS. To think that a couple of years ago she would throw the phone away when it rang to now, her,using such sophisticated shortforms is some amazing stuffs.

But still Sempena. And SUNAMI ? That's just too cute. Haha.

Sayang Mak.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Malaysian Prime Media Mocking The Japanese Tsunami Catastrophe

To think that these are the very same person we entrusted to educate the thiking of our citizens makes me shudder in anxiety of the nation's futures.

Saturday, March 12, 2011


"You write your first draft with your heart, rewrite it with your head.."

- William Forrester, Finding Forrester.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Just The Way You Are

"Cute warna baju tu.."

"Warna baju je ke ?"

Don't temp me.

When was it ? That seeing you has become a treat I can't get enough of. I was stealing peeks and didn't know you were watching. A brief smile was what we traded when we caught each other's glance. Sighs. So much to say yet we settle for mere smiles when I swear I could've hugged you coz you looked so adorable.

Her in her dark greenish blue.

Monday, March 07, 2011

The Train's Leaving -

If. Even IF I ever find ways to forgiveness
I doubt that it will ever lead me to you

We in spite of everything
Despite anything
We. Have nothing but only.
Love for you.

Abandoned have you
of possibly the only souls
that care to tissue your tears
& bear fist to your fears

And now you swarm yourself with Vipers
And we are but potrait

Ones you hang often and peek seldom.
Like all distant memories.
Edit - 1.29 AM

I'm feeling restless. Despite making peace with the fact that the better team won the match today. I dunno what is keeping my eyelids from closing up.

Worried about Nani's injury scare.

Stomach tied to a knot about how will the team take it from here. From these back to back defeats.

Sick about the possibility of United not likely gonna spend for another one or two creative outlets instead of just Nani.

There's nothing merely entertainment about this beloved team of mine - Its all personal. Too personal for my liking. But what do I do. United were my first love.
I Dunno For Fucks, Seriously.

Another unbearable defeat. Its anyone, ANY FUCKIN' ONE but The Dippers. I dunno how I'm still cool enough not to lose my head and blog this shit up. I guess me being the unrealistically optimistic being I am - I dunno how the hell did I see them, but I alas, I do - some positives to be taken from the game that lots of so called 'die-hard' United fans are quick to point at how lazy and couldn't give a shit the players on the pitch today.

On the contrary I saw lots of passion, lots of fighting spirit from the lads and I am proud. The future is bright. If you look at how Chicarito never gave up trying to find space and how Rafael reacted in the face Kuyt and Skrtel cunts hovering over his vertically-challenged stature - I can take comfort in that. Lots of these players aren't even 22 yet.

I dunno how the fuck am I still able to smile at this.

Saturday, March 05, 2011

I Dunno For Fucks

The defeat to Chelsea still hurts like hell. Not less because the manner in which it was inflicted. Referee having an extra say on which direction shall the game be shifted towards. A less than dubious penalty, failure to warrant any reds when it should and happily waving the exit to our Capitane, the rock-solid Vidic - and in turn causing him to miss such an important fixture at Anfield.

You name it. I feel like twisting a knife on his thigh for inflicting United such a heavy price we shouldn't have to pay in the first place.

Fuck you Martin Atkinson. Fuck you.

Just got up from quite a severe fever, luckily it wasn't as near to dengue as Mak would always point to in the face of us being struck by sudden fevers. I guess its the paranoia you live in when seeing your neighbours or your distant neighbours succumb to the pandemic.

A friend said that my fever was due to United losing at Stamford Bridge. I dunno whether I should be happy or sad. Happy for its like my fate is intertwined with United. Sad because, what else other than United losing at the hands of such a bitter rival in such demoralizing manner.

Fever within this period would also mean I turned 27 wrapped in blazing heat though not less were the celebrations that entail. Endless calls, show ups and treats were received. And from the bottom of my heart thank you.

And Her. She doubled the surprise by first showing up (literally) at my doorstep with a gift - albeit with a little clatters between her lower and upper jaws' teeth, worried of improper timing and my parents' reception. Second with a card & a jar of chocolate. =)

In all my thankfulness, United winning at Stamford Bridge was my biggest wish but I guess that's just too much to ask for after a somewhat perfect 27th birthday. Thenceforth the Premier League run is split wide open again for Arsenal to grab their momentums and take it from here, and off us. =(

God am I worried like hell.