I love Arsenal. I really do.
About everything. Well almost.
They put me in endless agony when they play badly, but I find myself back for more.
And they catapult me to the moon when they switched on their sexy football.
I love Arsenal. I really do.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Stranger in every sense.
My thoughts are on the final approval of the job offer, occupying for the last 24 hours or so.
It is beyond my control and I can only hope for the best. What I have here is an amalgam of relief, fear and self-doubt. Torturous...indeed.
I finally, took a stand, after much prodding and encouragement that my world would not crumble to pieces if I choose to proceed. Much thanks to all those kind words. I really need it.
God knows, how far my self esteem took a plunge in recent months.
That aside, there are more obstacles unfolding. Like keeping BIG FAT SECRETS from a family member, dodging enquiries on the amount of dough I bring home and bearing that incessant goading to become a T-cher but I have to cope with it.
Ok, I could go on further and ended up bursting into tears now. I will STOP here... for now.
p/s: Blardey Arsenal drew. I have come to a point of being a spoilt supporter, a draw feels like a lost. A lost is unspeakable. And a win is a win with much whinging. A satisfactory win is almost unheard of... what a blardey shame, innit?
It is beyond my control and I can only hope for the best. What I have here is an amalgam of relief, fear and self-doubt. Torturous...indeed.
I finally, took a stand, after much prodding and encouragement that my world would not crumble to pieces if I choose to proceed. Much thanks to all those kind words. I really need it.
God knows, how far my self esteem took a plunge in recent months.
That aside, there are more obstacles unfolding. Like keeping BIG FAT SECRETS from a family member, dodging enquiries on the amount of dough I bring home and bearing that incessant goading to become a T-cher but I have to cope with it.
Ok, I could go on further and ended up bursting into tears now. I will STOP here... for now.
p/s: Blardey Arsenal drew. I have come to a point of being a spoilt supporter, a draw feels like a lost. A lost is unspeakable. And a win is a win with much whinging. A satisfactory win is almost unheard of... what a blardey shame, innit?
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