Au Revoir.

I was too preoccupied with the defeat to Barcelona to actually really realize a couple of hard-to-swallow facts. Van Der Sar has played his last match for the Old Trafford faithfuls and that the defeat was potentially the last game for our Ginger Prince.

Now they have all been confirmed. Our biggest fears.

VDS and Scholes have both retired in the same week I have yet to fully recover from the lost to Barcelona. This season has been a mixture of roller coasters.

Three of our most important if not legends, have been taken away from us, forever. On the football pitch at least. Neville led the way. Now 2 of his buddies have followed suit.

We, we are left with nothing but memories of the good old days.

Au revoir our folk heroes. This has been a week of hard to takes.

Red. And Burning.

Another post not involving any flowery word processing procedures. This, directly from the temple where feelings reside in.

Now.

There's no shame in this defeat. United threw everything. Everything they fucken got. Forcing strings of excellent saves from Valdez. Well, with the 30% something posession of the ball. United played their hearts out and that's why it is even more gut wrenching than usual. It is to admit that Barcelona was simply the best team. By far and wide.

I guess this is the feeling of seeing your Loved Ones being handled, I dunno.

Fuck it.

We Are Manchester United. We Do What We Want.

Still Mourning.

I am aggrieved. It took a while to sink in. And when it does, I know I wasn't supposed to. But I couldn't halt it. My words fumbled in between sobs.

"Mak, Osama dah mati.."

Never met the man. Neither too privileged to. But shreds my heart to bits to hear the joyous celebrations in his demise. Even from the young Muslims side of the divide. Even from the supposedly learned. Their remarks.

I dunno much, how could I for this is His, The Almighty's business. But what I DO know is people like him. These selfless individuals who in their days fought like an unleashed lion and in the nights prayed for Syahid, these people, you wouldn't catch them adorning TIME's front page or being voted Persons of the Year et el.

They lived, at times having people wondering just what the hell is so wrong with him ? Why is he so poor ? They answered the calls of their Khaliq. They lived poor. Died impoverished. But in death they have, in finality so long after looking for it - The Martyrdom that so they crave ever since setting off from the wars they will never return from, so long as the Taghut, enemies of Allah roams free in the Muslims' lands. The land of our Prophet.

I know this from first hand, second, if you may. A cousin of my mom who fought against Nasara agressors. Came back and returned for more. And finally he returned home a blind man. Only this time the disability stopped him from returning. His life, materially, was nothing to be spoken of. He was poor. He was blind & on the run. His death, a beaut - in the arms of his Mother. And the numbers that show up for his final prayer, simply amazing for a man who was rarely home.

"We ask Allah for vistory, and we ask Allah to grant us Shahada', running TOWARDS Him, not AWAY from Him.." - Sheikh Osama Bin Laden

The Day Osama Died.

Dead. Forgotten. Scorned.

Sad. Aggrieved.

The whole world is clapping at your paraded body.
Are you smiling ?
Looking down to us.
To the very least you have done your covenance.
Valiant.

Were you begulf with joy at the thought of meeting your Creator ?

I dunno about them.

But at the abyss of melancholy is where I -
Inside looking out.

Jazakallah.

Ya Mujaheedin. Ya Syuhada'.

"Think not of those who are slain in Allah's way as dead. Nay, they live, finding their sustenance in the presence of their Lord" (3:169)

Uncertain Thoughts Over Certain Ramblings.

I want to do something BIG. I wanna achieve something. But God do I have tenacity to go all the way ? I want to want. I want to want something so badly that I'll do whatever it takes to achieve it. Odd this thing. Thinking that I would go half-way actually made me go half-way.

Quotes.

"If you're going to tell lies that are going to be believed, then don't tell the truths that don't.."

- Tokugawa Ieyasu

Attempt On Academic Writing. Pt I

And God, when you have a Blogger-type brain, this type of writing has done killing a couple hundreds of thousands of my brain cells today. And it was nobody's fault but mine. I have been blessed with TWO second chances. Hell who else besides me in the world is granted with more than one second chances. But I did. Somehow the lecturer, luckily has some soft spot for me. And WHO ELSE in the world is so messed up (but me) to take those second chances and almost blow it again out of proportion. Yes that's me. A semester's worth of writing compacted within a day. TODAY. To be exact. Sayang. Feel like I could have written so much more. But oh well, you get a day's worth of writing. Padan muka.

So here goes. And before it goes on killing spurrreeeee on your brain cells too, I advise you not to read the following 740-nothing words composition. A pathetic excuse for an academic writing if you ask me. (and of course, nobody's asking you).

Attempt On Academic Writing. Pt II

BENEFITS OF HAVING PHYSICAL ACTIVITY PROGRAMS AT WORKPLACE TO ORGANIZATIONS

The idiom “work like a dog” used to be a term coined to those who work like there was no tomorrow. Contrastingly, unlike humans, dogs do not contract heart diseases or turn obese by simply working. Humans do. The working landscape has rapidly changed over the last couple of decades. Technological advancement has meant workers are faced with more and more intellectually demanding tasks every day. Naturally, sicknesses creep in and before we know it, employers are shoved with the daunting tasks of keeping their staffs’ morale up and coping with continuous absenteeism while prudentially spending on healthcare expenditures. Employers would do well to think of a more cost effective way to do this with one swoop; namely by promoting Physical Activity Programs in the workplace.

There is a link between employees’ motivation to better perform and a healthy lifestyle. As the saying goes, “you can take a horse to the water but you cannot force it to drink – it will only drink if it’s thirsty”. Motivation is attributed to why people act the way they do, what spur them on. It has little to do with external stimuli and is all about unfulfilled desires. It is well documented that gains in energy expenditure have positive effects on physical health and psychological well being (Lane and Lovejoy, 2001; Kahn et al., 2002). Energetic people are happy people and people in gay spirits have much less unfulfilled wishes. Physical activities such as stairs climbing for an instance, provides just that, the much needed energy build up. It is as simple as physical activities go, and is one activity that should be encouraged among workers. An easy activity and many a times incidental on employees’ part (Yu et al., 2003), stairs climbing offers a luxury of health benefits to the cardiovascular system. It is so easy that neither rigorous plans nor excessive execution are needed to execute stairs climbing. It is calorie blasting made easy. What could possibly be more motivating than feeling good about ourselves?

A survey carried out by the United Kingdom Chartered Institute of Personnel Development (CIPD) indicated that the average level of sickness absence is 9.1 working days per working year. An estimated £ 588 per employee annually. Physical activity could not play a more integral part in promoting workplace health than this whereby it plays a significant role in the prevention and reduction of chronic diseases (US Department of Health and Human Services, 1996) and importantly, reducing the number of absenteeism among employees. Activities such as 10,000 steps per day is an ideal method of sustaining good health and prevention of potential risk factors for chronic malady (Chan et al.,2004; Tudor-Locke and Bassett, 2004). It is surprisingly easy to reach the 10,000 goal, just by adding another 30 minutes of brisk walk on top of our “routine” walks would amount to the ideal 10,000 steps. Walk on. Hopefully it will not lead us to clinics asking for sick leaves.

Staff turnover can be painful to employers, the idea of retraining staffs does not bode well with the fact that we are in the age where everything is required at the snap of our fingers. And shockingly, it could be deadly expensive as well. According to Maggie McPhillips-Jacka and Paul Quinn of Quinntessential, (Staff Turnover Cost. Retrieved April 8, 2011, from http://www.exitinterviews.com.au/staff-turnover.htm), staffs turnover could cost employers up to 150 percent of a person’s annual salary. Henceforth, the significance of having carefully crafted fitness programs in the workplace. A well designed fitness program increases the attractiveness of the organization as a prospect for would-be employees. Various aspects should be considered when planning for the programs though; the chief factor being the level of challenge employees would have to tackle. Gradually increasing the degree of challenge keeps the fun going. For so long as it is enjoyable to the participating workforce, a happy and a healthy environment is surely nurtured for the workplace. Employers then will not be left “tearing their hair out” trying to figure up ways to solve the staff turnover problems.

Ultimately, mental and physical health should not be viewed in financial terms. There would never be a price tag for healthiness, as there will never going to be a substitution for a healthy and happy life. Hence, irrespective of employers’ involvements, total fitness should be viewed as a priority for each and everyone of us, moreover when you are in a work force – and ageing.

Karma, Karma

Dear Karma, why are you such a bitch ? Haha. Nice one at the Bridge. Chelsea was't complaining when we were wrongfully treated so pardon me for not shedding a single tear when the goings weren't blowing your way. So long sucker. And God I hate that pig-ugly Dogba and his Fernando 'How's My Blusher' Torres. Nice yellow there little diving fucker.

Fuck you. Fuck all you.

Randomly Strange, Strangely Random.

You know what women are so good at ? They make you guess till you split your head wide open. And you still don't get it.

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

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."

Sunami.

"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.

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.

Quotes.

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

- William Forrester, Finding Forrester.

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.

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.

Unconditional.
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
Monotonous.

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.