Smiles as big as Stretford End...

:D

Okay. So we started the match not quite fantastically. Berbatov was left out of the starting line-up and this left Rooney as the sole striker. The reason was probably because Berbatov's work rate is too slow for a Arsenal-United match? This prove to be rather difficult and for a moment (and only one short moment). There, I was thinking, "Damn I miss that boy Ro-something".

Arshavin's goal was a beautiful one, a goal which I will painfully-but-whole-heartedly accept. Foster could have saved it but there was just too much space for Arshavin so the United's defenders should share the blame for that one. And like any other football matches where you have many breakthroughs, one of United's came when Almunia fouled Rooney.

I was sitting there. Palms cold. Heart barely beating.

Waiting. Hoping. Wishing.

He sets his target.

He shoots..

And he celebrates!

Adore Rooney. Adore his celebration. Adore his spirit!

Ahhh I just adore him. He is the definition of passion. Really.

Then came Diaby's owngoal. I am sorry for him and for Arsenal, I really am. But for a world-class defender to head in an own-goal like that? You only have your own carelessness to blame.

With Diaby's owngoal, Rooney went to Carrick, giving him an awesome hug, proving yet again that BROMANCE in football is at its best, LOL. Refer to picture below.

HAHAHA, now everybody repeat after me... AWWWWWWWWW!

After that it was United trying to score a third one to seal the deal and Arsenal trying to equalise.

It's a lot like game of Ping Pong, the concentration must be there every second. You make one silly pass or a silly tackle and it will cost you points.

And in the Premier League, points are EVERYTHING.

I was rather frustrated as we had chances after chances but to none taken! And uhhh, when the "5 Minutes" extra time sign was put up, I just had this bad feeling that Arsenal was going to net in a goal, in which Ven Persie "did". It was clearly an offside, no mistake about that.

So, there.

We won. We got all three points.

People can go on and rant about how "lucky" we were, how unfair, how sad yadda yadda.

Ok Arsenal probably didn't deserve to lose. (And I am not saying we didn't deserve to win. There is a difference).

But ultimately, these are the kinds of matches that Champions win and that's the best thing to take away from this game, we found a way to not lose. To not lose points. To win.

At the end of the day, it's either you continue fishing for pity or you swallow the bitterpill.

That's football. That's life.

:)

I saw this quote from the Internet. He sums it up pretty well.

"Three points in the bag, and hopefully a clear message: we are still the Champions, and you've got a long way to go to take our trophy away."

Five-tastic!

The scoreline says it all.

You cannot possibly find a greater way to shut those mouths!

:D

And was followed by a loss....

Oh well..we've always been slow starters, no?

It is scary and alarming sometimes, and yes we have definitely taken Burnley for granted,

but there no, let's not panic.

Even if we do, we'll do it in style. Like always.

I've said it many times before but I am always going to say this again,

a loss is a loss and it is part of football. One should find no excuses for it.

We'll have to accept it, swallow it. And then improve from there.

Fergie needs nobody to remind him of anything.

Sure, you are amount to have your say- just make sure they are justifiable ones.

If not, then think twice and maybe thrice before throwing those criticisms at someone like him whose success at managing a football club is so great you will pee in your cargo pants and mini skirts.

He will do what he needs to do to make sure we play better.

:)

Now let the journey begins!

It started with a win...

It was not a mind-blowing performance,

and certainly not one that I might try to recall or ponder upon 10 years down the road...

but it was good enough to secure all three points, so what the heck!

Bring on Burnley, baby!

A belated wish!

My dearest Bimbo Boy!

Happy Belated Birthday!

I know you had a great one,

and I hope you have many many great ones for the many years to come!

I am already counting the days to seeing you.

Love you always!

If footballers play Facebook..

If you've been wondering, oh well wonder no more!

Brilliant stuffs!

:)

Let's start of with Mr Benitez!

HAHAHA!

And Adebayor..

Money matters..

And boys, never join a group like this again!

Is Danielle Lloyd even that hot?

Haha this one's kinda an old joke...but still.

John John...

Where's the justice?

You were in tesco?

This time last year, I was probably worrying myself to bed almost every night about my results.

"How ar how ar?"

"I have to pass I have to pass!"

"Please let me pass..please let me pass pleaseeeee..."

And the best part is, you think of it so much that you dream of it?

Been thinking of Ryan Reynolds?

You were in tesco, comparing the prices of Yakult and Vitagen. Ryan Reynolds was there too. He said hi and you two fell in love over a cup of free sample Yakult. He thought your sense of humour was hot, brought you away to Hollywood....and gringgggg..7am.

Oh time to go for work.

The world revolves in a way so much so that even when you are sleeping for goodness sake, you are being reminded of things you can only not think of when you are sleeping.

It's ok when the dream is one with Ryan in it, but when it's the contrary, you just wake up feeling like you have not slept at all.

Worrying gets us us nowhere and true enough, it got me nowhere.

Well of course I eventually found out I passed, but I would have regardless of the worrying or not.

This time around, I am so occupied with my daily committments that I just simply do not have the time to think about my results. Only and until I am being reminded of them that I remember. I may seem less worried about my results this year around, but it is only because I have no time (or energy) to think about them.

I did what I had to do. Read what I had to read. Prepared what I had to prepare.

I fought the battle well enough for me to look back now, and dare say, Oh I have no regrets!

I will be keeping my fingers crossed nonetheless. I will pray hard. I will hope hard.

And when the results are released, hopefully it's good news.

I say AUG...you say...GUST!

i

We say.....AUGUST!!

And this means the football season is back!

This also means my weekends are going to be very very very totally absolutely (ok you got my point) occupied and very very very totally absolutely (hahaha bleks) AWESOMELY RED!

:D

:D

Let the game begins!

Birmingham City first!

Think you know it all?

Think again.

And don't go near my horse.

For until I am ruthlessly impressed...

Inspire me.

Make me think. Make me wonder.

I want to go up. Up. And higher up. I never want to stop.

Click click!

I see myself walking my talk.

The undertakings seem a lot nearer this time.

:)

And, Happy 22nd Birthday my dearest duuuuuude, Baljit!

No ah, boy?

Rawr.

The sequestered lion provokes.

So I am daring myself.

Grab one yourself!

I still have not finished reading Deception Point. Too busy and occupied to finish it in a go. But yet the book is too awesome for me to wait till I retire at 55 years old.

I have to read a couple of pages every night before I go to bed. No matter how tired I was on the day, I'd make sure I catched up on at least two friggin' page. Rachel Sexton. Darn. Her name alone can make guys wink three or four times. Or five. And her father, future-US-President-but-up-to-where-I-read-it-is-soon-to-be-doubtful Senator Sedgewick Sexton slept with Gabrielle Ashe! It's becoming a ritual. Not the sleeping. But my nightly dose of the novel. Ah I lost you didn't I?

Hehhh.

Ooh I have this sudden urge to read Lawrence Kohlberg's Stages of Moral Developments. Again. Haha. Yup. All the working is making me a bookworm (and why so, I do not know!). It was part of syllabus for my final year of studies, under Feminist Jurisprudence. I have to admit I did not fully understand it the way I should and could have, as I was (as usual) rushing through my readings. But it was really an intriguing read. And to read in from the point of view of feminist jurisprudence made it a lot more interesting so to say.....

Until then...

You go grab read a book (not boob) and read, too!

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

~~~

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.