Pires.

Kehadiran membawa seribu erti ( It was pre World Cup 98 - Metz)
Terasa bagaikan suatu mimpi (The day he moved to Arsenal from Marseille)
Indah mahligai yang kita bina (Emirates Stadium? Invincibles?.. ha ha)
Impian kini terlaksana sudah (On the verge maybe, CHAMPIONS LEAGUE FINAL!)

Tiada ku terlintas akan terjadi (What! You are moving to Villareal? Benfica?)
Kita kan terpisah jua akhirnya (I suppose it's time to go, Pruny Bob)
Sejenak ku terfikir segala (Woah! That Aston Villa Goal will be tattooed in my mind!)
Oh keindahan bersamamu( 1 ) (Hell yeah, I'll miss the ducky runs, and the vibrating mouth thingy you always do when you fluff your chances)

Kembalilah kasih kepada diriku (How to? when you always slips back to your lackadaisacal self every 2 or 3 games)
Hidupku sepi tanpa kehadiranmu (hmmm, but there's Fabregas, Senderos...Walcott etc. now)
Dengar rayuanku jeritan batinku (Did you ever care you look like Severus Snape with ur berminyak locks? or when i scream at you to 'SHHOOOOOTTTT!')
Masih dahagakan kemesraanmu (oh well, sometimes you are inspirational)
Hanya kau yang ku cinta tiada kedua (There's definitely keempat, kelima, keenam...)
Usah biar ku menderita (yeah, as long as Arsenal doesnt meet Villareal ever)

Setelah kau pergi tiada kembali (You'll be too old for the youthful Arsenal squad lah dey!)
Pilunya tak dapat ku menggambarkan (Ermm I'm sure the young guns boleh mengubati itu semua. Terima Kasih)
Abadi kasihku yang amat suci (Robert Emmanuel Pires 7 heh.)
Biarku yang dalam kegelapan (Emirates Stadium got bright floodlights? no?)

Fyi. Ini lagu Hasnol - Laguku Untukmu.
Before any of you render me hopeless, pining for unattainable Old Bobby 7.
I like to make myself clear, I'm not mad yet.
My feet is still stuck concretised within this ground we walk on.
Neither am I feeling anything like the lyrics (why so defensive, isz?)

I needed something to make me happy on a grey evening.
And that, makes me happy. haha.

Grey sky

Its raining now, with lightnings and thunderstorm.
The sky is grey, as grey as 70% black on Freehand.

It's 5.30pm. Half an hour to knock off.
Not that I'm knocking off any soon.

I'm nursing a flu.
And a major headache. I'm not EMO but just burn out.
I have to work over this long weekend :(

St. Lehmann's Day.*

*Kay, pinjam title eh.

We are through to the FINAL of CHAMPIONS LEAGUE.

Eventhough, it was a poor showing, with string of passes that doesnt meet.

And Villareal literally HUGGING our offensive players whenever we look like we are on a break, fouling like mad and got away with it.

It's down to Jens to save a what could be tide-turning penalty, and he did it.

Say something.

Do not brush off my worries with "ha ha ha" because it is not funny at all.

Say something, to make me see the bigger picture and not some half baked theories.

I want to know why.

Why?

why...



































You dissing my Gunners.

Ahakhakhaka *anti-climax kan aku*

Ignore me.

aku tak tahan lagi ah dgn si Sirjit sial nie.
Pkl 6.05 baru dier start email aku changes.
Besok send file for print, besok ptg nak?
Boleh gitu, bapak dier nyer printing co. ker dier ingat.

Aku hantar artwork utk dier check dari pkl satu TADI.
skrg baru dier check lah...
SKRG TAU.
BARU MASOK BILIK, mintak TUKAR LAYOUT.
ko tak rasa, dier patot disepak?

I think she is on the verge of causing my co-worker to have a breakdown.

Aku rasa dier sengaja carik pasal ah.
seriously, smlm dier 'tahan' aku sampai pkl 9 mlm.
Nari, tak tahu lah sampai bila nak tahan.

Hantar aku email tarok dat RED exclamation konon.
Abeh aku tunggu kau mcm nak giler.. tunggu reply. tunggu approval.
abeh ko 'press' aku utk benda tu, PADAHAL kau tahu tau.
yg aku ader benda lain yg URGENT nak kena buat..
Takper... ko kejar aku.. mcm anjing rabies.
aku dah kasi.. Sampai skrg aku tak dpt reply.
Nanti tiba2, kau ckp. HANTAR PRINT NAK BESOK? aku kasi kau penampar dgn terajang, biar remok kau peh gigi.

Betina Jahanam.

lobbying.

my.. my...

I think my stomach just leapt from my abdomen to my throat.

AKU STRESS AH.

STRESS.

STRESS.

FARKING MEGA BIG POSTER NEEDED TO BE PRINTED ON FRI, TAPI SKRG MASIH BELOM APPROVE. SHIT!

NO NEWS REGARDING SENT ITEMS, I NEED ASSURANCES THAT THEY HAVE RECEIVE THE FARKING IMPT PACKAGE. GADDAMIT.

ARSENAL AND VILLAREAL.

tick.. tock...tick...tock.

Alamak. Nak muntah ah.
There goes my minced beef sandwich :(

Don't spit to the sky.

"I am sad to see Lyon out of the Champions League," said Pires. "They were well prepared for this competition. Lyon were better than Milan, but Milan's experience made the difference. Now, French Arsenal players represent French soccer. French fans can trust in us to win the Champions League."

mak cow.. WORLD sak si Pires nie.
Merepek siol, Semi-final pon belom main dah yoe-yoe-'o'.
Nanti biler pat main, main mcm kedi, main bola pakai skirt lah.

Ntah kenapa... aku kurang senang ah dgn si Pires nie.

why ah?

Just when things go on cruising mode.
Good pace of work.
Meeting datelines.
Top-notch concentration.
Gunners winning.


wah.

Suddenly, everything decides to go the opposite way.

Bart-itsssooohkeeeeiiiiiii....

@ least ader gd weeks kan. Alhamdullilah.

K. yg tak gerek nyer nie, aku tak bley concentrate utk kerja.
I need that concentration BACK.

Nasib baik aku tak tgk Gunners and Pompey.

Bertambah EMO siol.

Dishevelled.

I don't understand why they have to launch several products @ ONE GO.
Soft Launch.. Hard Launch... Kepala Otak kau peh launch lah.
Yg buat aku bingit, semua nie berlaku dalam saat-saat yg terakhir.
DALAM MINGGU YG PENDEK NIE!

I feel so tempted to leave this hellhole and head home to Hidden Seals Of Siberia on NatGeo.
They are screening Gospel Of Judas today, but I'll skip that, so that I can have earlier night to watch 2nd half of My Gunners and Pompey battling it out.

Arsenal, Cinderella of Premiership.

My Gunners just got into ANOTHER defeat by ManShitUSA.
Phillipe was fantastic, my heart goes out to him for his defending brilliance. (I used to refrain from praising this dude BUT he was exceptional today.)
Despite, the disappointing result, am very glad with our performance.
For playing football, the way it should be.

I just hope we are not MENTALLY bruised from this aftermath.

COME ON YOU GUNNERS!

Kudos to Chelsea for winning their match. Wonderful comeback act.

I finally caught NARCO: The Secret Adventures of Gustav Klopp.
After months of waiting.
Disturbingly funny and they have those wonderful 'transitional' shots which is NICE.
I don't mind watching it again.
GUILLAME CANET!

Maybe, I was too happy watching Guillame that I decided to take bus home.
I missed long bus rides.
So I walked from The Cathay to Chijmes.
Bad move because I was alone AND I had to pass by already dark Sg Art Museum walkway as it was close to eleven. And it was eerie.
960 took a very longg time and I reached home after 12, which I continue to more Guillame Canet, with "Love me if you dare".

ticking.

I've grown tired waiting for ppl.

Reflux.

I think I got this.
That explains my excessive belching like baby walrus.
Hah, must lose weight liao to stop the belching and vomitting.

Been a GOOOOOOOOD GIRL FOR 2 WEEKS LIAO.
One movie outing in 2 LOOOONG WEEKS.
*pat self on e back*

*burp*

Battered and Bruised.

My self esteem took a brutal bashing on Sunday morning.

It's funny how a sentence can make you feel like you are the world's biggest loser.

Maybe I am one.

Sorry for that indifference in me.

I'm sick of putting on my happy facade.

Yeay!

We won the first leg! I'm just thankful for that!

And Porcupine scores!!!!!!

Aisyah,
ask mummy to let you wear your Gunner's romper ok.

*2nd-leg-pre-match-stress-starts-now*

Found this pre-match write up:
Patrick Vieira’s presence adds spice to the occasion but Cesc Fàbregas must not attempt to be the new Vieira. He has different qualities. Outmuscling the former Arsenal man is not an option, so he needs to be cuter. Make Vieira and his midfield partner, Emerson, chase the ball. Flick it past them, force them to track back.

Hahah. What a way to describe sia, cuter. Makes me laugh. And Cesc did just that too. I mean not for looking cute only, but imposing that tactic too.

[Edit]

Post-match write ups: -

Vieira was a mighty warrior during his nine years at Highbury, although on this evidence Wenger may have correctly identified a waning in his physical prowess. How else to explain his felling by Robert Pires, a former team-mate usually so timid that he seems scared of his own shadow? Pires’s uncharacteristic discovery of some fighting spirit summed up Arsenal’s performance. After instigating many of their best early moves, the Frenchman found the courage to launch a sliding tackle on Vieira in the 40th minute, winning the ball to send Henry on his way. His pace took him to the edge of the visiting team’s penalty area, where he found Fàbregas, whose calm right-footed finish beat Buffon.

Anyone doubting Arsenal’s determination only had to watch Robert Pires beat Vieira in the air early on. It was the highest the effete winger has leapt since his infamous dive against Portsmouth in the season of the Invincibles. If it seemed a one-off victory for flyweight against heavyweight, it was to be repeated to sensational effect in the build-up to Fàbregas’s first-half goal.

Touré’s clean steal of the ball was a perfect challenge — and one to deprive Zlatan Ibrahimovic early in the second half was even more finely judged — but Pires, of all people, was to surpass it.

LOL!

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More write ups (post match) :-

Even Robert Pires, who would normally struggle to tackle a petit fours, flew into challenges on Vieira. The thought must briefly have passed through troubled Italian minds: had they plucked the wrong French ball-winner from Highbury? "Welcome Home Patrick - Toujours the Fantastique 4" read one banner on the North Bank. Nobody had bothered to add anything about Pires tackling him.

LMAO!

Like a Broken Dam.

I've got food poisoning..

I've gone to the toilet:

6 times @ hm from...in my panties twice.

11 times @ work and counting.

I've vomitted my yesterday's dinner and today's lunch.

My stomach tells me it's hungry...

But I cannot eat and keep it in . :/

And now my asshole is bleeding.

The stress of diarrhoea.

heh. I know, its gross.

Abstinence.

Damn proud of myself today OK!

Was wandering around on my own @ Kino just now.
I wanted to purchase the sequel of a funny book I had finished reading.
Bought the book and left the place unscathed.
There were some unnecessary spending close call tho'.
Thanks to the head bump accident on one of the bookshelves (which gives out a loud 'thud' and had some gal smiling@ me while I try to act unaffected by it) I was brought back to earth and sunk in to reality that I cannot go mental and start to blew off hundreds of dollars on books and a globe.

I stayed up soo late to watch Arsenal, but the game was postponed due to waterlogged pitch @ Fratton Park. Luckily, there's midweek Champs League match *argh!Pre-big-match-stress-starts-now*

I get to watch Phil Neville score an own goal instead.

Russian Dolls was funnier than Spanish Apartment :)

Mistik.

My friendster messages has been rife nowadays..

Someone have been updating news about me. Merde!

Apa nieee?? mengepo tak agak-agak, tanya aku bila nak beli kete? Ko ingat kete tu 500 dollar dapat sebijik eh? Apa? Kete tak payah pakai minyak eh? Apa maksud kau bilang aku orang nie, orang tu dah beli kete? Diorang beli kete diorang nyer seluar dalam ah kan. Aku tak mampu, buat cara tak mampu ah...Aku tak faham ah, sebulan sekali pon kau tak jumpa aku tapi pat bila dengar cerita mcm nie, cepat eh kau msg aku. Dasar kepo.

OK lah, I'm off to Russian Dolls. ;)

Around the world in 80 days.

I had a looooong phone chat with Nisa yesterday.
She had her damn old skool World Atlas (back when Russia is part of U.S.S.R and East Germany still existed!) with her and we just pick any place in the world at random.
'Where would be fun to visit' kinda things, basically geography talk.

And she told me Arctic is wayyyy up there and Antartica is wayyyyyyy down there. (That one, I know!) Antartica is the one with land, not just floating icebergs like Arctic and it is nearer to Australia than the UK. ahakhakhak.
Antartica has penguins and Arctic (or rather, places near it) has Polar Bears.

Interesting right? no?

Nisa is going Vietnam soon, which initially I wanted to tag along but the lack of Halal food is such a drawback.

And Yanni is going Bali and I cannot tag along unless I want to become a tree.

So fun ah.

And Tuty, I'm terribly sorry for that fallen apart travelling plans, we can have loads of movie marathons to make up for that overseas trip ok. *hugs*

If Van Basten is your seksayyyy beast, than Bierhoff is my version of it. He reminds me of that dude in American Ninja.. *drools*

Sneaky.

I received a friendster's msg, from a LONG LOST FRIEND she says.
The truth is, it is not a LONG LOST FRIEND, it's more like I-DO-NOT-WANT-TO-BE-YOUR-FRIEND-ANYMORE-HENCE-I-NVR-PICK-YOUR-CALLS-OR-ANY-FORM-OF-COMMUNICATION-WITH-YOU-BUT-NOW-I-SUDDENLY-FEEL-LIKE-BEING-YOUR-FRIEND-AGAIN!

Hello, friendster has been around for gazillion years and I bet you are the first few ppl who knew why I spelt my name that way and ONLY NOW YOU FOUND ME? *ptui*
Yeah, like I was born an hr ago. I have always been HERE. My phone number has never CHANGED lah. Pretty silly if you tell me you forgot my number, when we used to talk to each other almost every day.

Wait, why am I so angry?
Anyway, me being me. And I'm feeling oh-so-generous today, replied her, like any civilised ppl would. With grace and no act of malice or contempt.

OMG! This is truly a bad case of masok bakol angkat sendiri.

In recent days, I have been a good girl.
I have been returning home promptly after work.
Let's see if I can survive till end of the month being a homely person.

Black cat

A little somthing while I wait for my mail to be send over.

I seriously need to relocate my PC to a more conducive/comfortable workstation.
As of now, the pain on back and neck is U-N-B-E-A-R-A-B-L-E. *clutches back*
MY butt is numb and I'm at risk of losing it to frostbite.

I need to upgrade my PC RAM, last I check its 256, DAMN SLOW OK!

I need to clean up my pig sty room.
Arrange my books properly and start searching for my new books, now hidden under piles of pillows and newspaper.

Last but not least, for my dear frens,
I think i scare the hell outta E.T. whenI drove them home from Geylang on saturday, according to my mom, she covered her eyes and keep on insisting for my dad to take over the wheels, while uttering prayers throughout the journey. Priceless *evil laffter