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.

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.

Ding Dong!

Fast updates:

1) I am done with my exams and thus, (ahem!) my law degree!

2) I will be away from Penang for one whole week starting tomorrow for a vacation. Do take care of Penang for me while I am not around! :p

3) The match is tomorrow night!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Be a winner!

Sir Matt Busby said,

"Winning isn't everything. There should be no conceit in victory and no despair in defeat."

As of late, I have been on the winning side of things.

Of two things to be exact.

First, United lifting the Premier League cup.

Second, freaking Kris freaking beat freaking Adam.

And I cannot help but to feel that United can go on and beat Barcelona this Wednesday.

You know, be positive. Be confident.

Attract all the good things.

Rhonda Byrne's The Secret taught me that.

Most importantly, deep down, I am feeling what a United fan OUGHT to feel.

But I cannot help but to be humbled by victories really,

and how sore losers can be, and when I have to face inevitable losses that come in my life, I will try to take it with all my blessed might.

Yes, passion can make you cringe and cry, but it should not make you lose your way in life, just like winning does not mean you can lose your head.

If only the losing sides can look at their losses from a different perspective,

things do not have to be ugly or sad or demeaning, but instead a learning experience.

A gain of insights and never insults.

So whoever you are, wherever you may be,

be a winner even if it is without the prize.

The last mountain to climb! (Cheesy I know, I learnt it from Kara from her song No Boundaries)

One last paper this coming Tuesday...

And then it's HOLIDAY!

No, not the rot-at-home-find-part-time-job holiday,

but the theme-parks-CASINO-gambling-food-hunting-lots-of-sight-seeing-and-lots-of-partying-and-crossing-borders HOLIDAY!!

:D

So many things to look forward too (EDITED : to)

The game in Rome next Wednesday and their visit to KL!

OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!!!

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

KRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!

OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!

KRISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have been supporting him since the day he flashed his guitar and keyboard playing skills!!!

And not to forget that megawatt smile and down-to-earth personality!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!

I don't give a damn if I sound like those giggling teenagers who root for Kris because he is cute so freaking cute so so freaking cute yadda yadda!!!!

I DO NOT CARE!!!!!!

All I know is...............HE WON!!!!!!!

HE WONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

:D :D :D

Sure, Adam Lambert is awesome (and that would be an understatement) and I love that guy too. But Kris thoroughly deserve to win!

I despise it when people don't give Kris enough credit. It's one thing to say Adam is better and another to say Kris doesn't deserve to win.

He can't sing? He is more of your conventional whole package thingy as compared to Adam?

He is from the southern part of the USA and thus can garner more votes? Gokey fans vote for him? Blahhhh who cares. He WON. It's all fair and it's all as square.

HAHAHAHAHAH KRISSSSSSSSSS!!

CONGRATS KRISSS!!

Happy Birthday Mei Ying!

To a friend whom I treasure deeply.

Happy Birthday!!

I miss you so very much!

See you soon in Singapore!

It's a FACT!

Presenting.............

THE CHAMPIONS OF ENGLAND..

MANCHESTER UNITED!

It's been one hell of a journey. One that we've finally sealed last night after attaining a seven-point lead over Liverpool with two games left for them.

Awesome job by the lads.

Awesome job by our chewing-gum lover gaffer, Sir Alex.

WE MADE IT!

While I dress up to paint the town red, I'll let the pictures do the talking.

UNITEDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!

P.S: This post is about United and I do not wish to do the contrary so I probably should not waste my time typing the next few sentences. But I cannot not possibly wish to tell a certain Benitez this after reading about his latest outburst : Accept that you've lost. That you are anything BUT the best. Stop whining before people attach a SORE LOSER tag permanently on you. Oh wait, you can rant all you want for all I care, since that is what you do best. Bleh......