Out at home!

Howdy earthlings. Its a wonderful world no? You see i usually dont plan too much ahead. Its darn evident that the only planning i ever do is for tomorrow, while on one side this portrays me as a total slacker, its not too bad if you look on the other side, i am relatively (usually) stress-free.

Well, stress-free is not equivalent to worries-free. The point is that i dont plan ahead but i worry ahead. And the crappiest part about this is that the fact that i dont plan ahead compounds my worries and i worry even more. Some would refer to this as vicious cycle. I prefer cause-and-effect.

In other news, Man utd are shitholes.
(Yea, the sentence end there. Theres absolutely no need for any elaboration whatsoever. The nearest thing that is similar to Manutd is a vacuum cleaner)

Oh and its a downright filthy, rusty, crappish vacuum cleaner at that.

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Injustice is prevalent in this world. To what extent do you agree? *answer in context of how shitholey manutd are*


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All right people, hold on to what you've got and it doesnt make a difference if we'll make it or not.

We'll give it a shot.

*bang*

breath you must hold, for its the last ride you may ever witness

howdy, (why do i start with this anyway? habits are peculiar)

Note to self: cranberry juice arent supp to be drank in one shot.

Well, i bought some 2 1l size of cranberry and in my desperate attempt to clear my probably clogged bladder or intestines or whatever, i drank one whole litre in probably, say, 40 min.
Its nice stuff. Very pure.

Oh yea, the shit that followed was pure too.

Thank god is nothing major, just some lao sai here and there, nothing i cannot live without.(hey realise how this phrase plays around with english. English is beautiful)
Ahha, its time to get into the GP mood and contrary to what most believe, i think english can be 'mugged'. That said, i dont like mugging and i'll probably read more to add value to myself.

Ok, A levels. Prelims 1st but its all the same. The only positive side now is that i dun feel stressed (no really). Ah that may be the negative side for some of you people out there. C'mon, theres really no looking back from here, and the only way out is forward. No short cuts anymore and no detours, aww what a shame. For someone who is believes that watching tv makes the brain smarter like me, its a terrible loss.

BUT, i realise the journey ahead. Its so damn exciting and its great to have a first class seat to witness everything firsthand.

ohhhh, what am i talking about, its my life.

And its now or never.


P.S. scanned heart. The jelly thing was a little painful at times but something i can still withstand. Heart's normal with some trivial valve thing which will take time for me to explain and furthermore, you wont even undst it. All right, next up, time to check other parts of my body.

Cranberry juice. Ahahhaa.

rhyme and reason

Howdy, arsenal won 4-1 and it was, compared to the 6-1 thrashing, a rather boring game. 2 early goals from diaby made it looked like a stroll in the park until almunia horrifically misjudged a high ball and allow portsmouth a cheap goal.

But speaking of cheap goals, you cant ask the king, the emperor, the awe-inspiring ruler of cheap goals: Gallas the ex. captain. Its one of the most amazig moments in professional football when a player slides in on a ball from 4 yards and the ball rebounded into his face and rolled into the net. It can only be capped off with a crazy celebration to show he actually meant to do tt.

Yea, i bet all of you know this feeling. Celebrating a fluke which wasnt supp to be happened but happened and you all went crazy making it felt you were making it happened intentionally. Talk about happening!

Well, we're back at the top for now. 2 games and already 10 goals scored. Thats more than goals i will ever score in my entire football career (i do not have one sigh). Its good, we on our way to eternal glory.

In other news, i am terribly upset. Maybe its for no rhyme and reason but i think there may be one. If theres one thing abt not knowing something, its gotta be knowing and not being to do anything. Not that it will affect my life immensely but its kinda disappointing how things are going at the moment. It only takes a spark to start a forest fire you know, it only takes a few actions to make one change affection to frustration and eventually utter dismay and dislike. Yes, its FML all over again but lets live with it because the truth is, no one in this world owes you a living, (or is it anything? cant rmb) and just because i choose to condone their actions does not make me a saint.

I am forever typing rubbish. Smoking my way through things has been slowly creeping into my long list of undesirable habits.

Sour relationships. They are nothing personal, just pure hormones. Darn hormones.

C'mon you gunners =)

i used to be....

Howdy, it gives me pleasure to be in the company of friends. The class, all 11 of us (i would say the usual 11), caught a 'the proposal' tgt and it was great. Sure movies arent the most interactive of activities out there and certainly not my fav type of leisure activity but just the sheer happiness to be surrounded by fantastic company nv fails to brighten up my day.

I think i am dying. But then again, who isnt? It would be a sad and inconvenient truth to claim that we are all born to die and i certainly feel theres gotta be a greater calling for us on this earth. And this so called greater calling can apparate in any form, from the slightest of everyday stuff to the immensity of wordwide recognition. Freddie Mercury passed on at 40 yo but his music lives on, and with that, a legacy lives on, forever.

Man, it must be good to be remembered by millions forever. I am not saying i want that though! But seriously, who doesnt?

Of course, being infamous wouldnt exactly be that nice eh?

Its an exciting world out there (and i am doing physics papers sigh) but it sure is very daunting! *anyway i had an even more emotic post before this but blogger amazingly managed to screw all my writing up* I dun mean to make my blog post emo, its just things that are running through my head these days arent my ideas of heaven. Or nirvana. Or whatever your religion calls it.

Its the bloody A lvls i tell you. I am starting to study harder now (which is a good thing duh *rolls eyes*) Its fair to say that by putting in effort, you will be more likely to witness results, i think. No pain no gain they call it. Ever wonder why they didnt make it more analogical. How abt something like 'no worm no fish' or 'no flowers no girls'? Argh, not exactly the nicest sounding of phrases but who cares.

Ouch, my shin is hurting for no apparent reason. What rubbish is this?

Keep the faith lover boys/girls/inbetween, let me take a short break now.

Rest if you must,
But dont you quit.

6-1 to the arsenal. boring boring gunners...

howdy, i've got quite a big head dont i? I've said i will stick it out for a win but i certainly didnt see seven goals in this one.

First up, vermaelen has spring under his shoes. That cheeky boy. The way he jumps at aerial balls is just gobsmacking. He obviously loves a jump and it would be best if he can continue jumping like that for the rest of season. He does seem like the real deal. For now at least.

Secondly, Song and Denilson have improved a lot and that has to be a good sign. Song, in particular, looked superbly comfortable (like i am in my comfy chair) in the defensive midfield position. Denilson, great goal, great hustle play, really cant ask anymore out of him.

Cesc. what can i say. Cescifying all around. Hes obviously not at his top form yet, but 2 goals 2 assists already. Captain fabtastic yea.

Credits to gallas too, many have written him off after the 'captaingate' scandal and now you have him doing what he does best, sneaking goals in from set pieces. Amazing.

You know blogger has screwed up again and i am, yet again, typing into this lil box is not inspiring at all.

Celtic tmr. I hear parkhead has a daunting atmosphere. But i know the young guns are under no illusions.

C'mon you gunners!

hell... its about time

howdy everyone. blog. friends. football lovers and all!

Its the start of the new season and boy am i excited!

Oh wait, drogba at the double.. chelsea win on a flukish goal.. OK that dampens the spirit a lil but its the new season!

No wait again? Ade score for man shitbags? hmmm wadeva.

New season!

I am gonna stick my head out and say arsenal to win everton tonight, oh yes... juicy arsenal. lovely. Life with bpl is gonna rock my socks.

update later!

what makes a great story?

howdy.

Is it the characters? No, maybe the plot?

No? The great twist in the end? Or the mighty revelation of something massive?

How about one that touches the heartstrings of the reader? Tears-evoking, heartwrenching tales? Death and sorrow? Pain and anguish?

How about the comedy behind the words? The laughter and joy? The unpredictability and spontaneity?

Should a great tale revolve around just one of either of these genres? or should it include all?
Would that dilute the senses? Jack of all trades, master of none?

Its your call, reader

What makes a great story?

rather.

What makes your story great?

hey! this shit is real!

howdy. blog. cough. sucks.

Despite my coughing, the doctor wasnt convinced i have H1N1 and decided to give me just a mere one day of MC. I'll take it anytime though.

I spend majority of the entire day home and it was great. I am serious. I think i haven fallen deeply in love with my bed and this is no laughing matter. Its like the thing i crave whenever i am not at home and the first thing i wish to do when i reach home every single day is to enjoy its comfort. If this isnt love, i dunno what is.

Some juicy arsenal stuff. the squad is shrinking, not unlike how my brain is doing right now. We have sold 2 africans and brought in a belgian. Now another swiss is leaving and if my math is not failing me, i think we lost 2 in total. Wenger loves to build a team of attackers and attackers alone. Despite all our inherent defensive flaws, hes thinking of buying another french-born-yet-different-nationality player in the mould of chamakh.

I can imagine how wenger settles his transfer dealings.

Wenger : We conceded almost one goal per game. We need a good DM and DC.
Pat Rice : Yes, monsieur
Wenger: I shall play nasri as DM even though he is smaller than all the other DMs in the world. What do you think?
Pat Rice: Yes monsieur
Wenger: I need to buff up my defence. Do you think i should buy another attacker to make that happen?
Pat Rice: Yes monsieur
Wenger: I'll convert all my attackers! Make them machines! They will attack and defend at the same time! Melo? Yaya? Cana? bleah! If Diaby can break nasri's leg, theres no doubt he can break those legs too. Why waste the money right?
Pat Rice: Yes monsieur.
Wenger: I think i need another keeper as well... Do you think i should buy another *insert 16 yo french-born-wonderkid-striker-name*?
Pat Rice: Yes monsieur.

Its an obsession. Wenger loves attackers just like i love my bed.

Please give us all a real signing in the DM position wenger. Pretty please....