Spicy, it is.

No, they don't breakeven

2011-07-21T14:36:00.004+08:00

A person's every action (as well as inaction) has an effect, a consequence, a reaction, a residue, an eventuality, a bottomline. The cycle never ends. Every word ever uttered, all feelings left unsaid, little smiles kept inside, bursts of laughter let out, ounces of strength poured out, courage found and tested, inspiration received and felt, hope being robbed, faith being questioned, faith restored, kisses lovers embrace, distance that separates soulmates, fights picked because we care this much, a sweet surprise from a boyfriend, a mother's phone call that made our day, a father's comforting hug, conversations between the long-lost friends, movie-marathons on friday nights, inside jokes only you and I understand, the moment the traffic light turns green on on days we are in a hurry, the smell of a freshly brewed cup of coffee, the song we dance to when we're alone in our room, promises broken, promises fulfilled, morning emails we get from our best friend, our favourite pair of pants, the sound of the evening rain, our daily trip to the gym, the Italian BMT (without dressing because we're on diet) we just had for lunch, plans made for this week, plans made for the next five years. Plans we made but did not happen.

Dreams only dreamers dream of, reality only practical beings can comprehend.

Everything has an aftermath. Every action has a reaction. Whether we can see it or feel it or don't give a fucking damn ; a reaction in whatever form has happened, is happening, and continues to happen - wherever, whenever. The Script says it best. When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, no, they do not breakeven. The 2-second smile we give to the homeless man by the street may mean nothing to us, but it may be the only smile he ever got all week. An sms may cost you 20 cents; nothing less nothing more, but it may mean the world to the person who receives it.

Nothing ever breakeven. And this is as much amazing as it is scary. So make peace everything we do, everything we did not do, everything we say, everything left unsaid. Make peace with what they might bring or what they might not bring.

Make peace with that. Make peace with that.

Do you believe in magic?

2011-04-27T13:58:00.001+08:00

I'm not referring to those where the white little rabbit disappears from the hat and then appears on your lap, or where your wallet disappears from your pocket and ends up in the docket. Not even the one where the Statue of Liberty vanishes or the scantily-dressed-big-breasted woman being cut into half.

Nop, not these perfectly planned and executed stage performances.

I'm speaking those of unexplained terms; but not in the scary ghostly way but in the most unbelievably incredibly beautiful manner. The type of magic that warms your heart, soothens your soul. The kind that butters your blessed life with even more blessings you never thought you could have. The kind that we don't need any more explanations just because we don't need any because's.

Have you got your magic?

The moment(s) in time where you see just how life is just so wonderfully cliched only magic could've made it so. And that even if you could turn back time to change one thing, anything, you wouldn't want to. Just because everything happens for magical reasons we will one day discover. That each turns, each up's and each down's in life are little magic event that makes everything this much special.

Do you believe in magic?

And here's to...

2011-04-26T03:04:00.009+08:00

...to many more cups of coffee to come!

How old would you be if you didn't know how old you were?

2011-01-18T00:46:00.005+08:00

Time passes by quicker than you can say EEEEKS JARYN LONG TIME NO UPDATE HER BLOG or WALAUEH THIS YEAR'S ORANGES DAMN EXPENSIVE LEH.

Not that I actually mind because my most beloved time of the year is soon approaching.

HUAT AH!!!!

It did not seem too long ago when my mom was driving the then 8-year-old me around town for CNY shopping. I would buy those cute little Cinderella-wannabe dresses, and I would try them on every night until the Day One of CNY itself. Some things do not change. I still buy Cinderella-wannabe dresses :p But some things do. Like now, I am usually the one driving when I go shopping with mom. Nonetheless my mom looks as though she has not aged one bit. But me? I can longer fit into Kiki Lala's anymore that's for sure. Oranges still smell the same. Ang pows still give me the same thrill. The Mahjong rules stay the same. But back then, I did not think cookies contain any calorie.

It knock-socks-off that I grow up so fast in so short a time; in a subjective, non-linear kind of way of course. I am twenty-four this year. I will always be sixteen at heart. When I was sixteen, I was already twenty-four at heart. Life's funny. Numbers are funny. Mathematics is science. But growing, learning and evolving aren't. They're subjects of perspective and appreciation and thinking. Our mind works in an odd way. But good odd, I'd say. But it does not change the fact that when i fill in forms, it looks like this; AGE: 24

Twenty-four is not old or anywhere near old, it's just almost one-quarter of a century :) And that in welcoming a new year - regardless if you're turning twenty-four or forty-two, you still feel you have come a long way, or not - that you've achieved so much, or so little. Failed big time (figuratively) but gained some time (literally)? Gave so much or received so much. We took one step that is filled with many, feeling like it was many that merged into one.

How scary is that? Or how pretty is that? Again, mind over matter. Mind over matter!

Come CNY, come CNY. It is my favourite time of the year and I am gonna enjoy it like I did for the last almost-almost-quarter-of-a-century!

KEONG KEONG KEONG!

Sometimes, all you ever needed was...

2010-11-13T22:55:00.007+08:00

I am not even going to begin to care that Chelsea may possibly (Do not under-estimate Sunderland. Actually, let me re-phrase, do not over-estimate Chelsea!) be extending their lead come tomorrow, or that we have had one too many draws. I cannot care too much, not after the game against Villa. I might begin to care when mid-week approaches or whatnot. But as of now, really, I do not care.

Look at Vidic's fiery and passionate celebration as he celebrated his equalizer.

Raw, blazing, zealous. Almost wild.

Look at his face - the blood-rushed face ; Untamed. Unrestrained.

His spirit, and the team's - It was all I needed.

Full circle

2010-11-03T02:29:00.008+08:00

"It takes some silence to make sound,

And It takes a loss before you found it,

And It takes a road to go nowhere,

It takes a toll to make you care,
It takes a hole to make a mountain"

It's a weird place to be.

If you guys haven't already known, I didn't make it.

Having to face a failure, a turning in life where the outcome isn't something to smile about; can be very depressing. I feel like I was being pushed down - instead of being pulled as per the law of gravity; by everything that comes with this failure. It is suffocating.

However, I am (almost) done with the crying, have decided to see it in the most positive way that I can. My family and friends have been so supportive of me, they believe in me in times where I stopped believing in myself.

And because I have their love, I will be fine.

Everything happens for a reasons, I keep telling myself. I really hope I am right.

I will definitely take the exams again next year, and I will make it this time around.

Someone told me that if I didn't sway my attention off the "law" path - that is if I didn't work full time right after graduation in a field not directly relevant to law, and that if I attended classes full time, I would have passed. That if I wasn't "distracted" from my aim to be a lawyer, I would not have struggled this much.

That someone was not totally wrong, I am sure it would have been very different. I won't say I would have passed per se, but it would make things more "normal".

However, that someone is wrong in saying that I didn't have a "goal", or that I didn't keep my eyes on the prize; thus attended to "other things in other fields".

Everyone has a different life - different responsibilities, different perspective on all things.

How can you compare? You cannot even begin to, trust me.

Just because I ventured into another line, I am less a "lawyer"? No way in hell.

If any, my work experiences, the ones I got while I was "distracted", I am one-hundred per cent certain, will make a better lawyer that I will ever be, a better employee, a better colleague, a better learner, a better person.

Regrets? No thank you.

Watch your words.

2010-10-22T00:57:00.005+08:00

If the words you speak are harsh, careless and hard-nosed, they say nothing about the subject matter; but of you - being ignorant, dull and bitter.

Using the English language to express yourself - it's a powerful tool in itself.

It's mightier than all the swords in the world put together.

Use them wisely O my dear.

The thing that irks me is the way we misuse this facile tool. What ruffles me more is that we, most of whom are raised in good and able homes, well-read, college-educated - are the culprit. How can someone who is so clever be so foolish at the same time? It means nothing that you are armed with a university degree, or earn RM200,000 a year. If you behave indolently - I will respect you less. The world will.

I advocate freedom of expressing oneself; that we should speak our mind, ask questions, and demand for answers. Just do it with dignity and integrity, and humility - something that years down the road, you can proudly show your children and grandchildren.

However when one uses this very freedom to say hasty things that are depthless - everyone else will now judge you a little bit more and think of you a little bit less.

Sometimes, all we need to do is grow up.

With or without Rooney.

2010-10-20T00:58:00.010+08:00

Most Manchester United supporters, like myself, are huge fans of Wayne Rooney; for when his foot touches the ball, I feel shivers down my spine. And we love these shivers, don't we? They're the reasons we will never, ever, stop watching football.

So yes, if he ever leaves, I'm going to be devastated like I did when a certain Ronaldo left. But let's be prompted yet again that nobody is bigger than the club. Players explicitly come and go. However the club and its legacy, its history, its spirit - of which its posters we hang in our bedroom and its jersey we wear with so much pride, remains the ultimate why and wherefore we call ourselves die-hards of Manchester United.

Our recent kinda-dry run in the Premier League is a concern, but let's get real and be humble, we can't win every game. We should grow up and not get too ahead of ourselves. Stop being a spoiled Manchester United fan- always only expecting glory, as if the club owe it to us. They don't. We chose to support Manchester United. We made our choice and pledged our loyalty. We stick by them, win-lose-or-draw, top-of-the-table-or-bottom-of-the-league, Rooney-or-without-Rooney.

Liverpool fans, if any of you are reading this, are still Liverpool fans as of now, as you were, say, two or five or ten years ago - hats off to you. You probably don't even care if the whole world is laughing at your club- barely breathing; rock-bottom and embarrassed. You don't care about us because you only care for the club - it is already in your blood.

The universal law of allegiance is simple - no matter what happens, you stay unmoved. Zero doubt, zero distrust, zero skepticism.

You can give constructive criticisms, you can innocently complain about Van der Sar's schoolboy error - by all means. We are only human. But the moment we cross that line, whatever line it is and however fine it is, it means only one thing- we ought to know better.

When asked what is Sir Alex's message to the fans in the midst of this Rooney mess, he said it best like he always did;

"The message is that they have to trust Manchester United".

So, do you? If you do, you do. By heart, you just do. But if you don't, then you can either try your best to do so, or, oh well, get yourself a Manchester City jersey instead?

I am back

2010-08-19T01:43:00.010+08:00

It was a Monday night. I was holding my ever-so-reliable-trust-me-the-ink-will-never-dry-off Carrera B6 pen. I was twirling it. A piece of A4 paper I tore off from the notepad stared back at me. I wanted to write something. Anything. God forbid, for what seemed like a long long time, I have stopped writing. Well, of course I write during exams, I write work-related articles back at well, work. I mean, yes I have been writing, but I have not been writing the way I remember I loved. And I cannot bear that notion of me forgetting that. I mean, nothing is as scary as losing sight of the way to love, the things to love.

Back in those days, I rejoiced, celebrated and solemnized at every essay homework, English or Bahasa Malaysia. Seriously. I would write a 10,000 word essay than to do one single al-whatever-gebra-question. I sucked at al-whatever-gebra as much as Heidi Montag's plastic surgeon's skills.

It is not by accident or a flick of a coin that I went to law school. It makes the most perfect most defectless sense that I am a law graduate. I was blessed with THE lethal combination of all time. I loved writing/languages/history-ish stuffs AND I hated Mathematics. And Physics. And Chemistry. Nothing beats this super-ingredient! Oh I loved Biology but that does not count because I was just too excited about the chapter on you know, the birds and bees.

So yeah, back to my point, I loved to write.

The emotion. It's a like a fiery provocative challenge. Yet if you're on the go, it becomes easy, comforting, soothing, liberating. There is no end. No full-stop. Every word leads to more word. Every interpretation leads to more interpretation. No mathematic equation will ever make me feel this way and i don't intend for that to change. I like the openness of it all. There is no right, there is no wrong. There is no black nor is there white.

"To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make" -Truman Capote, McCall's, November 1967

I remember a year ago, after finding out I passed final year, I wrote here that wanted to go out and conquer the world. I wanted to fly up high into the sky. So did I? I did. I really did, in my corner of the world. In my own terms, my own way, my own definition, I took the first step to flying. I spread my wings.

The past one year has been rewarding in all ways possible. I worked as a Personal Assistant to a company director and I swear to you, I must have done something right along the way to have been offered this position. I learnt things law school would never be able to teach me, I met the most amazing people that I would otherwise would not have met, I did things I never thought I was able to do. I have since (heart-wrenchingly) stopped work there because I had to concentrate on my CLP exams. Now, even CLP has ended.

What do I do next? I am asking the same question I asked myself a year ago.

If there was one thing I realised, it is that the crossroads don't end the moment we decide on something. The very decision we make (or not) leads to more crossroads and more decisions.

Life - it is like writing, no? There is no end. No full-stop. It's open. Heck it'll always be open - unbarred, exposed, naked. What's there not to like?

Do you?

2010-05-19T23:12:00.003+08:00

Do you live up to your society's standards?

Do you dress the according to what the society thinks you should?

Do you work according to the society's expectations?

Do you say only certain things because the society says that's what you should do?

So you judge yourself according to the society's standards?

Do you use these standards as a measurement of how much you ought to love yourself?

What do you think?

Mmmmm...

2010-04-24T01:33:00.006+08:00

Matt Dallas.

Has the prettiest eyes.

EVER.

Case closed!

Three games to go.

2010-04-23T23:17:00.005+08:00

You know what I absolutely adore about football?

The passion is one of the most beautiful emotions ever.

Eight out of ten people I talk football to told me this is not United's year. It is Chelsea's turn. Bla bla bla. They said it much, and so convincingly so that I have sinfully and regretfully

(but only ALMOST successfully) convinced.

At the 90th minute, I knew that if we have failed to score, that would be the end of us this season. Really. Regardless of the outcome of the Spurs-Chelsea game. It would have been quite an end for us.

And again sinfully so, I started telling myself "It's okay Jaryn. We can't win every year. There's always next year. It's okay. It's okay." I have sort of already given up.

And as I was It's-okay-ing myself......GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!

WHAAAAAAAAAA GOALLLLLLLLLLLL PAUL SCHOLESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

I WAS JUST PUNCHING MY FIST IN THE AIR LIKE I WAS A PRO-BOXER (you hear me tyson!)

JARYN! YOU SHOULD KNOCK YOUR HEAD ONTO THE WALL FOR NOT HAVING ENOUGH FAITH.

OMG. THREE POINTS! We won! We did it. It does not matter if Chelsea would have lost or won. We have won. And we did it against Manchester City.

FEELING ALIVE? Only if your heart jumping out of the body is feeling alive!

Of course, it was all that much sweeter that Spurs won later that night.

So we are now only one point behind Chelsea with three games to go. I won't go into saying who's got a tougher last three games though.

I think it's all really up to how well we can win games now. How we are able to WIN the game and WIN it. WIN IT. And while we WIN games, of course there's hoping Chelsea drop points also, or it will be mathematically impossible for United to win. But that, really, is for Chelsea to worry about.

Surely now, I have faith that we can. Nothing is impossible? Heck impossible is nothing!

Happy Birthday, Jia!

2010-03-14T14:49:00.002+08:00

Love you always for being so awesome!

She.

2010-03-08T20:37:00.002+08:00

She drives a car, flies a plane, walks a mile.

She colours her hair red, yellow or even blue.

She graduates from the best university.

She nails job interviews, she works, she get headhunted.

She works out in the gym and then night out for a gin.

She sits by the beach, she swims through the waves.

She writes , she reads, she even twits.

She follows, she foresees, she leads.

She sees, she hears, she tastes.

She laughs, she tears, she feels.

She thinks, she reflects, she resolves.

She dances, she sings, she plays.

She. She is a woman.

Happy International Women's Day!

Happy Birthday, Sharon!

2010-03-02T21:53:00.003+08:00

These are the few of the hundreds if not thousands of pictures that we have taken together.

We have come a long long way since our first encounter on the 7th of July 1999 ;)

I'm glad that after all these years, we are still the best of friends..and I am sure we will remain the same until our awesome curls turn GREY! LOL.

Happy 23rd Birthday, my dearest bestie, Miss Sharon Gorgeous Pang!

Cheers babe, until our grey-hair days!

And so we won!

2010-02-01T02:24:00.005+08:00

Final score, Arsenal 1 - 3 United

I cannot stress how much I adore Rooney!

Whenever he's in possession of the ball I just go all crazy and tipsy :D

Although we had a few misses which made me go "WTFFF", it was a job well done by the guys. Sir Fergie is a pleased man tonight! And I hope Vidic returns soon, I really miss him!

OH MY GOODNESS I COULD FIGHT A COLOSSAL GROSS BULL.

2009-12-13T03:36:00.004+08:00

And I was so damn sure I could convincingly knock the bull down with just one flick of my left arm. Cogently, too.

Just before you can finish the sentence, "Ohh yay Chelsea drew and here's our chance to go top...", OH WAIT! We slipped up too. And we slipped up rather more awkwardly than them.

(Not as awkward as Sir Alex fielding 4-5-1 though!)

We lost. To Aston Villa. Yes. Aston Villa. Remember last season? ALL THAT DRAMA AND ALL THAT GLORY. None of that this year. No last minute Macheda-To-The-Rescueeeeeeee this time, only an opportunity failed to be seized.

The trying's were there.

The hard work.

The hard passes.

The hard-luck misses OMG let's not go there.

The hard saves.

The hard yellings.

They were all there.

But they were, obviously, anything but enough.

It was frustrating. But this very frustration is so very much a turn-on. Surely I don't mean I want to see United losing, but it's the very loss that always make me a lot more intense. A lot more ardent. A lot more fiery. The kind needed to fight the bull. Yeah.

So what now? We buck the fuck up and win the next game. That's what.

It is a long, long way to go and three points behind Chelsea is really, not too bad.

Brain sex

2009-11-02T23:41:00.001+08:00

Thought the below is worth a space in here...

Click to enlarge :)

Somebody call 911

2009-10-28T22:11:00.004+08:00

I do.

I do miss those days when I look forward to blogging every single time.

Whether I was driving, boy-watching, jogging, dancing, studying, eating;

I was constantly thinking of what to write about next.

Oh how come I don't feel this way anymore?

24 hours in a day.

They always tell me it's not enough. Now I understand.

I am "having many irons in the fire" that I can choose to just keep in abandoning this place. But just a minute ago, I realised that I still love blogging very very much, and for this very reason alone, I will keep this place alive.

I will resuscitate this blog.

There'll be no promises that I will update as often as I used to.

But it's worthy to know that whenever I need to think out loud with words, I can come here.

And so, I will...see you soon?

The added time explanation

2009-09-22T01:33:00.006+08:00

Ok Mark Hughes, you want an explanation about the "too little too long" extra time of the derby?

First and foremost, I'd like to say that FIFA's rule book says that a referee has the discretion to allow more but it can never be less.

But still, here goes;

The added time was 4 minutes.

Bellamy's celebration took 56 seconds.

Carrick's substituion took 30 seconds.

So;

90 minutes + 4 minutes + 56 seconds + 30 seconds = 95 minute 26 seconds

And Owen's goal was scored in the 95th minute and 27th second.

It's simple mathematics here, no?

Besides, it could have been City who scored, no?

You should just stop whining, no?

Spurs not spared.

2009-09-13T16:47:00.006+08:00

Tottenham Hotspurs 1 - Manchster United 3

Defoe's breathtaking bicycle-kick goal inside the very first minute of the game meant it was going to be a very typical Spurs-United game.

(Read: Come from behind! :p :p)

United did not go into a panic mode. Instead we remained calm.

Overall a pleasing performance, we played much better than we did against Arsenal, and when Giggsy scored, you could just feel it coming. All of it.

It was a pity Scholed got red-carded as I thought his second tackle was not necessary. But the bright side is that even with one man less, we could play well as to still win.

Equaliser by Giggsy the living legend.

Well done mate!

Anderson's first goal this season!

Rooney. RAWR!!

Good game and three points in the bag.

Bring on Besiktas!

So I made it..

2009-09-01T21:28:00.010+08:00

There were less drama this year. Just a lot of thinking.

Just plain;

I did it. Wow. Now breathe. And breathe again. Go buy yourself a new pair of shoes. Breathe. A new lipgloss too. Followed by a good meal. Breathe. Then dance your ass away at SS or something.

Breathe. Breathe.

When the partying is over, and your feet whispers and tells you,

"Hey Miss Owner, I am aching all over. You might be high on the Guiness so you don't feel it? But I feel like chopping myself off your wasted body."

(Hypothetically speaking of course, since I am a proud teetotaler.)

So okay. You sit down. In your bedroom. Maybe by the beach.

What next? Breathe. Breathe? What next. What. Next?

Can I just stay in the here? In the now?

In this Yay-I-Just-Graduated-Let's-Go-Shopping world?

And then when tomorrow comes, it's another Yay-I-Just-Graduated-Let's-Go-Shopping!

And the day after tomorrow?

You bet, another Yay-I-Just-Graduated-Let's-Go-Shopping!

I can go on and on and on and on.

But no.

The world is out there. For you. And for me. To conquer.

Intimidating is the word. But FIGHT is a bigger word.

You've got to try. I've got to try, no?

Get over the wonderings. You might as well sit and home and watch your ceiling for 10 straight hours and then feel like crap for the next 10 hours.

And then you would have lost almost a day. Gone. Just like that.

Have you watched Up?

Yeah I want to be like Carl.

You know? Do anything anytime. All consequences be damned. Be damned.

I want to tie balloons to my house and fly to South America.

(Of course with a grown-up Russell who hopefully would have dropped some pounds, lol)

Breathe. I did it. A law graduate. I've worked this hard and come this far.

But so what? Nothing has changed. I have not changed. I never want to anyway.

So. Breathe. Are you breathing? Because I am.

Smiles as big as Stretford End...

2009-08-30T02:53:00.013+08:00

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!

2009-08-23T22:48:00.004+08:00

The scoreline says it all.

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

And was followed by a loss....

2009-08-20T21:01:00.006+08:00

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...

2009-08-17T22:18:00.005+08:00

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!

2009-08-16T19:56:00.003+08:00

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..

2009-08-15T18:35:00.009+08:00

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?

2009-08-13T21:45:00.005+08:00

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!

2009-08-09T22:50:00.010+08:00

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!

Let the game begins!

Birmingham City first!

Think you know it all?

2009-08-09T17:27:00.005+08:00

Think again.

And don't go near my horse.

For until I am ruthlessly impressed...

2009-08-01T21:29:00.003+08:00

Inspire me.

Make me think. Make me wonder.

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

Click click!

2009-07-12T22:23:00.010+08:00

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.

2009-07-11T14:02:00.006+08:00

The sequestered lion provokes.

So I am daring myself.

Grab one yourself!

2009-07-02T22:11:00.007+08:00

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?

2009-06-26T19:39:00.011+08:00

~~~

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?

2009-06-19T11:35:00.005+08:00

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.

2009-06-16T18:49:00.001+08:00

You could have done it, you know?

Oh Ronnie...

2009-06-12T16:05:00.006+08:00

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!

2009-06-10T15:05:00.008+08:00

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!

2009-05-26T22:21:00.005+08:00

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!

2009-05-25T17:15:00.011+08:00

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)

2009-05-23T14:16:00.008+08:00

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!!

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

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

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

2009-05-21T10:14:00.013+08:00

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!

2009-05-17T22:11:00.003+08:00

To a friend whom I treasure deeply.

Happy Birthday!!

I miss you so very much!

See you soon in Singapore!

It's a FACT!

2009-05-17T17:22:00.013+08:00

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......

Happy Birthday, Ben!

2009-05-06T23:40:00.006+08:00

Whooohooo, someone cannot call me mak cik anymore!!

Coz he just turned 22 today!

Happy Birthday Benjamin!!!

Faster come home!!!

We miss you!!

Entusiasmado!

2009-05-05T21:02:00.006+08:00

1-0 up.

Fired up.

Keyed up.

Juiced up.

Steamed up.

Zipped up.

Let's make it to Rome!!!!

(Funny what exam stress can do to us.

This is an all-English semi-final and I used Spanish for the title

of this post. Odd unfunny fortuitous irony. )

Aye Aye!

2009-05-04T02:03:00.009+08:00

I am...

STRESSED WTF STRESSED HABIS-HABIS CANNOT TAHAN WTF THIS IS MY LAST BATTLE SO MUST GIVE MY ALL SO DAMN STRESSED.

But I am good.

All will be good.

I can do this.

Also, due to a required level of committment towards my upcoming

examinations, I may not be updating as often as when I was at my best.

LOL.

But do watch out for this space, I may spring a surprise or two.

Hahaha.

In the mood

2009-04-29T23:43:00.006+08:00

Notwithstanding the fact that my first paper in 13 days,

Just today itself, I watched the replays of the 1999 Champions League final, the 1999 FA Cup Semi-Final and last year's penalty shootout in Moscow for god knows how many times already.

I am in mood for later's match.

Very much in mood.

WAY TO GO CHAMPIONS.

ROME WE ARE COMING!!

There were times...

2009-04-27T16:09:00.009+08:00

There were times in football when you sincerely knew that it was going to be very difficult.

Maybe you team wasn't playing well, not creating enough chances.

Or there wasn't much time left on the clock.

Or simply the fact that the edginess had been vanished.

You tried not to give up, you held on.

You felt the sharp pierce.

You still loved, of course you did.

But it was too late for the day.

It was when we lost to Liverpool. That painful day.

And there were times where you also sincerely knew it was going to be equally difficult,

but then one of your five senses felt that extra glimmer of hope.

The run rises, the bird sings, the flower blooms.

Your team did it.

Against all odds.

They score the one goal that might just be that goal of the season.

The critics and haters were all silenced.

The chorus heard from Merseyside stopped.

That was when Macheda scored for us against Villa.

And then there were the ones in which your team trailed by at least a two-goal margin.

It seemed tough.

It would always be.

But yet, you knew it was far from over.

You knew your team would stage a comeback.

Call it passionate intuition, biased intuition or plain stubbornness.

Reasonable or not.

You just knew it.

You bet you knew it.

That was when United beat Spurs on Saturday.

At halftime, I sat and refused to be moved for I knew that the three points would come.

And boy, they came!!

Merseyside, are you still singing!? Are you!?

And this last picture is for you ladies out there.

Warning : You might be landing yourself in an orgasmic experience. Look at you own risk!

Heh Heh Heh...

Damn it, Ronny!!

Freedom from pride?

2009-04-24T02:09:00.008+08:00

"The fullest and best ears of corn hang lowest toward the ground."

— Bishop Reynolds

If there is one thing that we need to learn to earn,

it is respect.

Not that it matters what others think about us,

it just matters that you have the integrity to care enough to learn.

And, if there is one thing we need to safeguard once we have earned the respect,

it is humility.

It is the only thing that can bring us far.

Late night chats with friends..

2009-04-21T00:38:00.008+08:00

...........can be rather confusing even when they are not being so.

Jaryn: So how's work?

Friend : So boring. Wana seep ade.

Jaryn : Oh..me too. Gona sleep soon. Tomorrow got class.

Friend : Er...

Jaryn : Waittttt. Obviously you meant your work right!

A very happy birthday to you!

2009-04-20T01:57:00.007+08:00

My college years have been so fantastic because I have a wonderful friend like you.

The Underwear-Warehouse times.

The CA...SI....sayang times.

The knock-knock-and-RUN times.

The throw-papers in class times.

All the wonderful wonderful times!

I am going to miss all the laughters and fun we have when we finish college.

But we'll still meet up, that's for sure.

And I will always be here if you need anything.

Happy Birthday, MARCIA LOPEZ!!

Lots of Love from Si Arnab!

How beautiful a day can be!

2009-04-15T00:23:00.005+08:00

"Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret,

for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true"

~Robert Brault

It felt sooooo good, I actually cried.

Indeed, giving do feel a million times better than receiving.

Kiss me, honey honey kiss me!

2009-04-11T03:08:00.005+08:00

(Found this at a United forum online.)

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

I say, it's worth some laugh-out-louds too!

To tame the Hulk.

2009-04-08T22:31:00.004+08:00

It's going to be a hard hard game at Dragao next week.

United have to strengthen the defence, tune the midfield, and sharpen the attack.

Sir Alex will have to do whatever is there to do.

It's either we win, or earn a high-scoring draw.

Other than that;

Poof.

Out.

BELIEVE.

Macheda WOAH!! Macheda WOAH!!

2009-04-06T01:20:00.018+08:00

Old Trafford isn't called the Theatre of Dreams for nothing.

Football isn't the most popular sports in the world for nothing.

When you expect THIS MUCH, it gives you THIS MUCH MORE.

And it goes on.

All that buzz grilled to perfection.

That's the beauty of football.

When 17-year-old Federico Macheda brilliantly curled the ball into the net,

Adrian and I flew (yes, flew) off the couch.

And we screamed.

It did not matter what time it was. Or that our throat might burst open.

And after the noisy passionate celebrations, I just stood in front of the telly watching the remaining two minutes or so.

Unfuckingbelievable.

Shaking.

I was shaking.

(LOL, sounds dramatic?

HELL YES.)

Words cannot and will not ever begin to describe that feeling you have when a team you love so much

wins in a manner and under the circumstances of

which mine did 30 minutes ago.

It seemed at some point that we were heading to a third consecutive defeat,

but sheer but not unfounded guts tell me that in football,

the best was always yet to come.

And when you believe hard enough, your wish is capable of being fulfilled.

The last time I was this excited for a United win was during the game in Moscow.

You'll know what I mean if you know what I mean.

It was a fantastic game of football.

Not within the greatness of THAT 1999 win in Nou Camp.

But close enough for me to lose my voice.

Well done, Ronny (not to be confused with Rooney) for scoring two amazing goals.

And, how clever it was (as usual) of Sir Alex to put a Macheda in.

It showed United's plight.

But ultimately it was this very substitution that made the difference.

And did you see how calm Sir Alex was during the entire match?

Benitez would have been yelling and yelling by the pitch!

We needed a galvanizing win, and we got it.

Up next - Porto!

Talk about must-wins.

2009-04-05T22:49:00.007+08:00

United vs Aston Villa.

If there is any game that we have to win;

It is this one.

Five more minutes to the kick-off.

Needed to blog to get rid of the nervousness in me.

Looking at the Scousers' big butts from second place

isn't a nice view. At all.

Let's get back to where we belong.

Four minutes and 30 seconds.

Damn it.

Four minutes and 20 seconds.

Are you hungry?

2009-04-03T23:16:00.007+08:00

Hehehehe.

I made garlic breaddddddd!

They're so goooooooood.

YUMMMMMMMMMS.

And also, I can now proudly say that I have acquired a new skill ;

"Chopping garlic"

Butterfly's flying.

2009-04-03T00:09:00.007+08:00

A classic case of bittersweetness.

Weariness plays no part.

Really.

Stop, and smell the flowers.

Get raw!

2009-03-30T22:51:00.008+08:00

Miss Says!

I flooded your cellphone last night with messages.

Too excited.

Three-days-two-nights.

Nice cute chalets.

Not the ones socialites and celebrities will be staying at obviously.

Perhaps not even 3-star material.

Hardly even "starable" to think about it.

But all we need is the sun, the sea, each other and some hot tanned beach dudes!

Fun raw adventure is what you and I wish for.

Not aroma theraphy spa's or bathtubs as shiny as my forehead, right?

You know, real connection with nature. Ahh how awesome.

We want to get dirty.

Get raw.

Right?

Get raw.

Oh sexy stuff.

Rain rain go away....

2009-03-27T17:39:00.007+08:00

Oh please do not rain tonite.

Be all windy and cloudy.

As windy as it can possibly be will mean an increase in the awesomeness level actually.

But just. Don't pour.

Not tonight.

Whose Line! Whose Line!

2009-03-25T00:27:00.004+08:00

Do you know that I need my daily dose of Whose Line Is It Anyway, everyday?

This show is fanf*ckingtastically funny.

And so so f*cking smart too. These people have the brains of Einstein.

These are amazing stuffs you'll never want to not know about.

GAWD you gotta go watch it yourself to know how funny it is.

Go! Just go to Youtube. There are tonnes of them there.

Now....

Phrases you can use to describe your truck, but not your girlfriend....

1) WOW you can fit FOUR in there!

Cause once we rock, we won't wana stop!

2009-03-22T22:47:00.008+08:00

STUDY TIME!

(Angels & Demons is not a law-related book.

And neither is the Cold War book.

I included them in because they make the picture prettier. HAHAHA.)

ROCK ON, BABEH!!

HIIIIIIAKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

Fulham 2 - 0 United

2009-03-22T01:01:00.009+08:00

Two consecutive defeats for United in a long time.

Yet another painful defeat, although last week's was more unbearable.

I am not going say much now or give excuses or whatever shit,

except that,

I am proud to be a United fan.

Even during the hard times.

(And this is not even that bad. We've had worse really.)

And we will bounce back.

P.S: Sir Fergie have to do some major Hairdryer. LOL.

COME ON UNITED!!!!!

I am considerably occupied being engrossed with not being busy.

2009-03-21T02:16:00.008+08:00

Albeit the many many text-messagings and long phone calls across the seas...

I miss you all!

Sigh.

And especially the sneaking into toilets.

See you guys, I hope, very soon.

P.S: Fuh, how did I even come up that weirdly flashy title..

My self-declared(definitely), well-deserved (not really) break!

2009-03-18T01:39:00.009+08:00

The exam stress have been making me sorta home-bound to the utmost.

So when my trials end this Thursday,

I will reward myself a three-day break.

Well, a girl's gota have fun right!

Thursday night I am going to go partay with the girls.

And on Friday you bet I am heading to GSC.

Friday night I wana partay again.

On Saturday I will be a kid once again, playing with Princess Chloe.

Saturday night I wana see United trash Fulham.

And then go for long lepaks at Istimewa or Kayu with the guys.

Come Sunday I wana just go for a walk in the park all

day long. Alone or not alone, no matter.

And in the evening, I might sit at the beach-front facing

Pulau Jerejak reminiscing of anything everything.

And come next monday...

Well well well....it's back to the books!

Hmph!

It's my best friend's birthday!

2009-03-16T23:24:00.007+08:00

My dearest Paulynn aka BOLENG!

Happy 22nd Birthday!

I miss you.

I have exam early tomorrow but here I am proclaming my undying love for you.

Hehehehehehehe.

Why?

Because you are my best friend and I love you.

Have a fantastic birthday and a great year ahead.

I am already counting the days until I can see you.

I miss you.

You know?

Happy 22nd.

In fact, happy every year. Happy every time. Happy every thing.

I wish you all the happiness that you deserve.

I wish you happy ever after.

Happy birthday again.

Hope you like the earrings, the pictures and the card.

I'll give your birhday kisses end of this year.

I owe you the muahs for now.

Love you, bestie.

I know you know I love you.

And I love you for knowing I love you.

And I love you for loving me back.

Happy Birthday.

Your Charkily Wedded Charks.

We lost to er....WHO????

2009-03-15T02:39:00.012+08:00

Alrighty.

I have to talk about this.

The match United lost, remember darling?

Guys, I know I know.

Say all you want.

Laugh all you want.

Do it now while you can.

It was a shocking game, probably one of the

most miserable performances by United this season.

Our defence was horribly shaky, and as a result, they got their equaliser.

And when they scored their third goal, it killed off the game.

Well, if United is going to drop points sooner or later, I am glad it is now.

We've been running on a high for way too long.

Let's treat this as a lesson to not let our winning ways get to our head.

Losing to the Liverpool in Old Traforrd with this scoreline is hard to swallow,

but we swallow nevertheless.

Sir Alex said afterwards..

“It’s a hard one to take."

“But at this club it’s always about how you respond to a defeat.

When you lose a game: respond. And that is what we will do.”

What an uplifting statement from our gaffer.

We lose the way a true champion loses.

We do not get sissy and come up with stupid excuses.

Like I've said, we buck the fuck up.

So, a bad game. Bad bad game.

My heart aches just by thinking of the scoreline.

But so what?

It's part of it all.

Part of the reason we all share the same love for this beautiful game.

We move on.

Four points on top with a game in hand.

I'll take that.

With a big wide grin.

United vs WHO again??

2009-03-14T02:47:00.008+08:00

One of the most important matches of the season is here.

United vs Liverpool

It is not a "title-deciding" match in my opinion.

Well, at least not as big a hoo-hah as the press makes it to be.

Anything other than a win for Liverpool would virtually end

their already-fading hopes to win the championship, yes.

But a win for United does not mean the title is ours.

One hand on the trophy maybe. But not both.

And oh, Hiddink is bringing Chelsea back on track, have you heard?

Liverpool is definitely flying high after their big win against Real Madrid.

And they had a three-day break while United had two.

But the good news is, United have a very deep and big squad as compared to Liverpool.

So Sir Alex can cherry-pick tomorrow's team.

Here, some trivia for ya.

If United beat Liverpool tomorrow,

then we will have to lose four out of the last ten games while both

Liverpool and Chelsea will have to win

all ten games for them win the title.

Sir Alex will certainly bring on the strongest possible side so as to kill Liverpool's hope as soon as it should be.

A match like this one is obviously going to be open.

Any match is, for that matter.

Any team can win.

But heck, United can win this better than...er, who again???

This one's for you, Jia!

2009-03-13T16:40:00.006+08:00

As of the 14th of March 2009.....

The lovely Miss Sunshine of Leeds....

Turns twenty-two!

Have a happpyyyyyyy birthdayyyy.

Love you. Miss you. Kissssss youuuuuuuu.

Come back fast so we can go to Kayu and stuff ourselves fat with roti telur bawangs!!

Ready? Get set. Go BABEH.

2009-03-11T21:38:00.009+08:00

There will be plenty of reading, green tea, extra classes, more reading, writing, green tea, more writing, more extra classes, making notes, comparing notes, more making notes, memorising, green tea and more memorising for the next 80 days or so.

But no, you will see no pictures in Facebook featuring myself

working my freaking ass off in my room.

I am vain I know but NOT THAT vain.

So, long hard times ahead.

I am gathering all the positive energy!

Starting from this picture below;

Okay okay, maybe, just maybe, I am that vain!

Now now, what is the Act that governs the making of wills.....

When one July is all dressed up

2009-03-11T00:18:00.010+08:00

To climb the mountains.

To shake the hands of the children.

To hear the sweet songs.

When I can.

You bet I will.

Oh well....

2009-03-09T00:19:00.006+08:00

ARGH.

It took me what it seemed like no less than 48 HOURS to find a parking lot.

ARGH.

People, just car-pool for once, please. Meeting up with your gang of ten friends and each person drives one car, that amounts to TE(n)RIBBLE cars.

Okay, the boyfriends fetch the girlfriends. Still, at least six to seven cars.

CARPOOL and we can make it in plain TWO CARS.

Save petrol. Save the compulsory 48 hours needed to search for a parking space.

Save the Earth.

SAVE EVERYONE'S SANITY.

Or take Rapid Penang. Or walk. Or stay at home watch TV. Better still, do assignments.

OR FREAKING STAY OUT OF THE FREAKING GURNEY AREA. HA HA!

Funny that I complain about this because I for one, secretly love getting stuck in traffic jams ;)

Oh well, what to do.

We all want to go out and have some fun. Life's too short.

So, rojak tonite? Gurney hawkers yeah? See you there!

P.S: Chong Wei lost to Lin Dan again, damn it damn it DAMN IT.

Just remember, darling.

2009-03-07T01:13:00.009+08:00

I'll give the scenario below 0.000000001 out of 10 on the those-lil-everyday-fun-things-that-I-do scale.

The Dude on the speaker thingy of Air Itam's McD Drive-Thru : Hello good evening. How can I help you?

Jaryn : Hey you!

The Dude on the speaker thingy of Air Itam's McD Drive-Thru : Hi, what can I do for you?

Jaryn: Hehehe, what's your name?

The Dude on the speaker thingy of Air Itam's McD Drive-Thru : ?!

(He was giggling, I was sure!)

Jaryn : I'll have the four-piece nuggets, please. Btw, can you see me as I am talking to this machine here?

Heh.

You don't wana know that ones which are 5 points and above.

A quickie

2009-03-05T12:41:00.005+08:00

A short post before I head for college.

It is going to be a long day ahead, albeit a fun one , as usual!

United beat Newcastle 2-1 last night.

Awesome babeh.

We are SEVEN points ahead, sitting at the pinnacle of it all, with one game in hand.

Fulham next, then the Inter Mission middle of next week, before welcoming Liverpool to Old Trafford on the 14th of March.

Surely this time, the title is ours to lose.

Complacency for me? Hard to resist. But resistable nevertheless.

Miss Beautiful turns twenty-two!

2009-03-02T22:24:00.007+08:00

To my gorgeous Miss Sharon Pang!!

HAPPYYYYYYYY

BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Wheeeeee! Partay party!

Wishing you lots of laughs...

Lots of smiles....

And lots of love!!

Have a great year ahead, gorgeous girl!

Much much love from me, always.

I say United, you say.....CHAMPS!!

2009-03-02T03:54:00.014+08:00

"At United, we strive for perfection.

And if we fail, we might just have to settle for excellence."

by Sir Matt Busby

United added a new piece of silverware to the trophy room.

We are the Carling Cup Champions of 2009!

Tottenham Hotspurs lost 4-1 in penalties to us when the

match ended 0-0 after 120 minutes of tense football.

On course for the freaking footgasmic Quintuplet.

WOOOOT to the max, I TELL YOU.

(Although quote and unquote; There's a long way to go in all the trophies..)

Some pictures for you to see whilst I take a sip of the champagne.

Threw my confetti's.

Now let's move on to the

more important Premier League and Champions League.

Newcastle United up next this mid-week.

And of course, the Inter Mission is still an unfinished business.

There will be many many more minutes of heart-stopping veins-pulling football to come.

(for the players AND FOR MYSELF too)

BUT.

JUST.

BRING.

IT.

ON.

I wana be a rock star!

2009-02-27T20:27:00.012+08:00

I have been listening to a lot of songs lately. Not that I have not been listening to a lot of songs all these while. HAHA. And no, not my existing playlist kind of songs, but songs that I conveniently and carelessly did not listen, because maybe I did not have them for one, and also due to committments to studies and parties. (They rhyme! HAHA again.)

Also, I have been playing all three versions of I Will Be on my computer over and over again. You didn't know there are three versions of it? Yeah there are three versions of it. First one is by Leona Lewis. Second by Avril Lavinge. And the third version? A duet between these two.

I love all three. Like how you and I love Baskins. Jamoca Almond Fudge, Mango Tango or World Class Chocolate? How can we possibly decide?

I connect to this song (all three versions) in a rather funny way. You might not get it. Because I shall leave the innermost thoughts to my old-style diary. But for sake's sake, let's just say it is a bit like how a hot-blooded-and-cash-loaded-30-year-old-bling-bling-rapper's latest bikini's-on-what-it-seems-all-lookalikes-especially-their-pouty-lips-babes music video connects to an equally-horny-14-year-old-virgin-nerd. A little bedazzling? Tell me about it.

So what's in a good song?

A good song resembles a best friend. That one soul who soothes you. That one person who can stay awake with you all night long. Without any complaints. Heck, not even a little yawn. The song accompanies you during your most joyful, sorrowful, stressful, wonderful times.

Feel like dancing naked in your room, and need a dance partner? Speed-dial that one song!

Feel like wanting to pretend you are Katy Perry in her Thinking of You music video just so you can pretend you are riding a bicycle with the insanely-cute-Matt-Dallas? Speed-dial that one song!

So, until I can sing a song without going off-pitch.......

I'm off to be my own Mariah.

His Story...

2009-02-26T00:07:00.014+08:00

History, we can confidently assert, is useful in the sense that art and music, poetry and flowers, religion and philosophy are useful. Without it -- as with these -- life would be poorer and meaner; without it we should be denied some of those intellectual and moral experiences which give meaning and richness to life. Surely it is no accident that the study of history has been the solace of many of the noblest minds of every generation.

- Henry Steele Commage-

Thanks Valkyrie.

Valkyrie. This movie was an out-and-about typical high-budget Hollywood film. An A-lister as the lead actor. Lots of suspense. Thrilling trailers. Based on a true story about an attempted assassination on Fuhrer Hitler. You know the drill.

But that is besides the point.

What then, is MY POINT?

Valkyrie served as the little but significant reminder to me of how much I loved History.

I could read books and articles of historical facts for hours and hours. I could go on and on and on. Page after page. Word after word. When I was doing my A-Levels, I took History and that was when I really fell in love with it all.

I read a lot then. At first, I read because I had to. And then, I read because I simply loved it.

From Napolean Bonaparte to the Bolshevik Revolution. From the Potsdam Conference to the Warsaw Pact. From the Sino-Soviet split to the fall of the Berlin Wall.

Hugely. Mind-opening. Man.

Then I took Law. Now, no regrets on that. Oh never. Reading law gives me intensity and zeal, of which I absolutely adore. But taking up law means I have less time for History. And it is something I want to change. I want to continue History-ing because the sentiment, the affection and the lessons that these events and turns of fate brought obout.

I cannot even begin to explain.

As a law student, by the way, it is important that I have sufficient understanding and appreciation for History as these two are very much coherent and banded.

To quote Sir Walter Scott, "A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect."

I wonder now why I have once said I hated History. I think it was during my Sejarah days.

I loved it. And yet I hated it. And I blame the system in which Sejarah is taught for my "hatred" towards it. It was always the textbook huh? The textbook and what it says. There was no room for further reading. No room for our own opinions. No room for our thoughts. No room. At all.

List the "lima faktor yang mempengaruhi...." et cetera.

DEAD. BORING. OUR. MINDS. WERE. NOT. ALLOWED. TO. THINK.

Well now, I am not tied up anymore. I can read anything I want. And entitled to my opinions.

Hundreds and thousands if not millions books and articles are out there. Calling my name....JARYN! JARYN! :)

Oh sure, I feel obliged to end this post with a third quote, of which History is beautifully interpreted by Maya Angelou.

"History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again."

The Inter Mission!

2009-02-24T16:21:00.006+08:00

The Champions League resumes tonite.

United will be heading to San Siro to play Mourinho's Inter Milan.

Our travelling squad to Milan is as follows:

Goalkeepers: Van der Sar, Foster, Kuszczak.

Defenders: Ferdinand, Evra, O'Shea, Evans, Fabio, Eckersley.
Midfielders: Giggs, Park, Carrick, Nani, Scholes, Possebon, Gibson, Fletcher, Ronaldo.
Forwards: Rooney, Berbatov, Tevez, Welbeck.

Well the main worry is obviously our defensive line-up.

He-who-orders-Big-Mac-at-Burger-King-and-gets-it-Nemanja-Vidic is suspended.

Gary Neville and Wes Brown have been ruled out of the game.

There are only Ferdinand and Evra for sure.

Evans limped out of the field on Saturday. And according to Gemma Thompson who travelled with the team to Milan, all the players who went trained, except Evans, who watched from the side.

O'Shea is recovering from a sore-heel and therefore quite doubtful, but did some light work on his own.

It is quite scary considering Inter Milan will go all out and get a good result before heading to Old Trafford for the second leg. Ibrahimovic will be the man to watch. Our defence will have to fight hard to keep him and his team quiet.

Mourinho said he is expecting United to play a less offensive game.

But Sir Alex have other ideas, of course. He said, "I'm sure Jose has seen us enough to know that we very seldom go into a game not trying to win".

Also, getting an away goal (or as many as possible) is vital. Sir Alex said, "We still have the opportunity to take Inter back to Old Trafford with a good result. If we score an away goal it will give us a great chance."

Can't wait for the match! Go UNITEDDDD.