"Football, Bloody Hell!"

Sakit perut betul la tengok MU main. We played like shit for a large part of the game. Of course scraping wins such as this, they say, is a mark of Champions. But have some empathy for the guys like us, the fans who wish we could have kicked the ball ourselves but had to settle with kicking airs instead, out of sheer frustration. 

Sir Alex's selection to guard our suspect midfield is befuddling to say the least. Our whole gameplay looked lethargic. Yes, the midfield issue has been an open secret whole season long, in fact, 2 or 3 seasons back. But starting Giggsy and Scholes has made Newcastle looked like Barcelona when we know what we needed is energy and penetration against one of the more physically built team in the PL.

Of course I'm gushing with happiness with the win but 1 or 2 more games such as this, I'll probably have to get that insurance package from Anna sooner than I thought. Damnit United! 

"Football, bloody hell!"

Avatar Quotes

"Avatar The Last Airblender.." (Wait, what ?)

- Anna Mariati, with the most confident of face.

Me, face-palming trying to hold the bursting laughter.

For The Hardest Thing Is Not To Learn, But To Unlearn.

Met the guys from the old office lunch tadi. Smiles.

Met Kak Ida. I think I was myself again for I dunno how long. A part of me I left at the AMC when we were forced to move. I didn't realize it, I was like THIS (picture me doing the backward 'C') talkative. Am I that lonely in HQ ? I've read somewhere that one tends to be talkative when one's lonely. Or in a lonely place. Or is feeling lonely. Or something to do with solitude.

I wish the Me of today could tell the Me of yesterday that everything is gonna be OK. That everything is gonna be alright. That everything will be fine.

Then I wish the Future Me would whisper that "This too shall pass.." or "You'll get through this.." - A smile on my face as I type this. Yes, this too shall pass. I've already known the secret. Problem with me, is that I know everything. Yet I know nothing.

"I could not become anything, neither bad nor good, neither a scoundrel nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect, and now I'm eking my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything; that only a fool can become something." - Fyodor Dostoevsky

Out of place. Perhaps. But that was what transpired in my mind as I type the paragraph preceding the quote by Mr. Dostoevsky.

I was happy to see them. Loved the shirt that I managed to 'pow' Kak Ida from. But the pix has failed to reach the masses due to an unseen circumstance thanks to Anna Mawiati. Damnit.

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.

LOL'd!

I was there when my colleague Googled the word Google. Accidental on her part but I just can't stop from being reminded of this motivational poster.

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