Do you remember the time?

~~~

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That you said we were to gain...
What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores?

What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son...
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine...
Did you ever stop to notice
All the children dead from war
Did you ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores

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I am playing his CD on my computer now, and it is so hard to pick out one single awesome song cause they are all SO. SO. GOOD.

And I realised that I have been listening to Josh Groban's version of She's Out of My Life so much as of late, I almost forgot how good Michael's version was already until now.

The world will miss you, MJ :(

The road, taken?

It seemed like yesterday when I received my UPSR results. My mother had known it first from my teacher, and when she told me, I remember literally jumping up and down with joy.

Then the next thing I knew, it was time for my PMR results. I got six A's and one B, and I cried like a hungry little baby the whole day. When you are in a school like SGGS where almost everyone excels, trust me, not getting straight A's made you feel like the dumbest person on Earth. I felt so devastated. Now that I think about it, I probably should not be so hard on myself. But I know it was all part of growing up and learning to be strong.

Then came the SPM results doomsday, and A-Levels, and so on.

BAMMMM!

Here I am. A graduate. At crossroads.

"And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could"

It is really an exciting and captivating spot to be in. Financial independence is foremost crucial for me. But the fact that I will finally be out there in the real world now, out of my comfort zone, is what makes me feel alive. To meet new people, to learn new things. To do things I usually do not do. It must have been a spectacular phase of life for most. How can it not be. It would and should and could have worked wonders to your soul.

Yet somehow, it all seems appealingly obsolete. Change is always a hard thing. The laws of inertia is probably one of the most practical laws of Physics for me, haha! Going to college, knowing I have my amazing friends around me, laughing, making jokes, playing pranks on others, paying (or rather, not) attention in class. Ahh it's nothing but over.

Time to finally fly. Set sail into the big big ocean.

"Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way"

I have dreams that I don't want to see remain as dreams. This might seem like a small step for me now, but it is the one step that will, I believe with all my heart, that will lead me to rewarding days.

You could have done it, you know?

Oh Ronnie...

Last year around the same time, he stayed for one more season when

he was supposed to have left. See HERE.

This time around, it's for REAL (pun intendend).

Ronnie, you'll be missed, really.

But we all move on.

Keep the Red Devils flag flying high!

Read the below with careful reference to HERE and well as HERE (this was the blog post I wrote when we beat Chelsea last year)

I think I should talk about the Champions League finals?

I was on holidays so this did a good job at distracting me from thinking too much about the match. If I was home, I think I could have been depressed for one whole week I might need one whole week with a naked Christian Bale to cheer me up.

Obviously losing is never easy, especially when winning at one point seemed so damn near.

And when I am THIS passionate about the game and the club, the pain of not winning is so hard to describe. It was not the end of the world. But it was not time for singing nightingales too.

It was just....bland.

Stiff. Numb.

Like you were given a big tight slap by that new girlfriend of your ex-boyfriend, but only imaginary. You feel the pain. It did not feel real only because it was not real at the first place. The pain is harder to comprehend than a knife stabbed through the pumping heart.

Again. Quoting myself from HERE.

"..and when I have to face inevitable losses that come in my life, I will try to take it with all my blessed might."

Really, the game is to be put behind.

But only after being able to accept that we were the second best that night in Rome.

Next year, we will can always try to do it again.

Accept, improve, and then prove.

The yearning is a lot stronger now.