Deepavali Morning Ramblings - Should-I-Post-This-? Post.

The whole 6-1 results was rather blown out of proportion. The 6-1 scoreline doesn't actually reflect Ciddeh's terrifying-ness nor United's fall from grace. We attacked and attacked despite being a man down - and 3-1 down. If one could only be so positive and willing to pause whatever negative emotions that were flowing through his veins, one would have noticed it. But yes, it actually took me almost 24 hours to come into perspective - I have taken longer than this to accept that we actually lost to our rivals - one week - one case in point being the humiliating 4-1 defeat to Our Most Hated Rival™ - Liverstool. So despite the 6-1 scoreline, Ciddeh doesn't actually bother me as much as, say Our Most Hated Rival™ winning 4-1. That scared me. And it won't be anytime soon the Liverstool would ever achieve that kind of perks again, if any.

Its disappointing of course, but nothing we couldn't handle. Cleverley has been instrumental pulling the strings in the middle of the field for us. Anderson and Fletcher, despite how much I love 'em just don't cut it.

Taking A While To Sink In..

Kalah is one thing. Kalah 6-1 is another thing. Kalah 6-1 at the hands of the noisy prickly neighbours is another matter all to fucken gather. It has taken a while to sink in. Entries have been rewritten and erased. Because no fucken worldly words could describe these feelings. Its Ciddeh godammnit. Anyone, anyone but the lots of them.

Props to Rooney, probably the only player who played his socks off never acknowledging defeat. Probably the only player who could could come off the field saying he's given his all.

Derby Defeat.

Aku tak boleh tido. 6-1. I can't bear the scoreline. Facebook is an off-limit zone for the time being. Feel like I could punch a person right in the face for the slightest of bullshit now.

These Are Melancholic Deis.
Current Listen: Lady Antebellum - Need You Now.mp3

Its that time of the month for me I guess these past couple of days. Got in a fight with a friend I cared about dearly. I shouldn't be pissed. Yes, am telling myself this now. And in the face of being shut off, my vein is so quick to pop. The audacity. To get pissed when it was me, in the first place who was throwing tantrums - when all she did was trying to reason.

Ergh. Apologies are cheap. The price of its rejection is the one hefty. So try to pay your dues before talking from your, erm, MY high horse.

This has been a slow, slow week and these have been some very very melancholic days for me. Yes, yes, the gayness of being sad about getting into a fight with a close friend, but its not just that. This week, my mind has been traveling far and wide to the realm of memories. Knocking and opening the doors I chose to leave shut. Sometimes, it feels like am just tad at the edge of tears. Sighs. So what I did was puff puff.

You probably don't understand this don't you, hunny ? Good.

Because that was my intention in the first place.