i've been neglecting my blog of late. besides the uncharacteristic soccer updates (yes art, thanks for pointing that out) - but nevertheless i have to stress i'm not a glory supporter. i have been a Man U fan since a babe (it runs in the family) and was just as disappointed when they started slipping up until recently. hehe.
anyway, there's been an abundance of emotional turmoil around me recently - and because i hurt when i see my dearest ones get hurt - i have been caught up in all the emotions as well. i feel so exhausted, and i'm sure they feel it worse.
last night was a good catch up with the besties. it has been months literally since all 4 of us got together - and i'm glad we did. everything is almost back to normal, do we have a consensus on this girls*? :)
*includes Amin
at this point of time i sit back on watch them with their partners and i wonder when will it be my turn to call them up with a relationship problem of my own. hehehe. the last time i could do that was so long ago...i think we've grown up a lot more since!
i've become so emotionally detached i get scared by that myself. why is it so hard to cling on like a leech to the frst person who shows a remote interest? mind you, i'm not exactly a romantic. but i think i now know. my besties would probably go 'oh god, not this again...how long has it been? does she even listen to her own advice?' - and i probably deserve that! hehe.
and so i shall stop here.
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How can one miss what she's never had How could I reminisce when there is no past How could I have memories of being happy with you boy Could someone tell me how can this be How could my mind pull up incidents Recall dates and times that never happened How could we celebrate a love that's too late And how could I really mean the words I'm bout to say
I missed the times that we almost shared I miss the love that was almost there I miss the times that we use to kiss At least in my dreams Just let me take my time and reminisce I miss the times that we never had What happened to us we were almost there Whoever said it's impossible to miss when you never had Never almost had you
I cannot believe I let you go Or what I should say I shoulda grabbed you up and never let you go I shoulda went out with you I should have made you my boo boy Yeah that's one time I shoulda broke the rules I shoulda went on a date Shoulda found a way to escape Shoulda turned a almost into If it happened now its too late How could I celebrate a love that wasn't real And if it didn't happen why does my heart feel
Manchester United became kings of Europe for the third time on a night of high drama and emotion in Moscow as they beat Chelsea 6-5 on penalties after a 1-1 draw after extra time.
Goalkeeper Edwin van der Sar was the hero with a penalty save to deny Nicolas Anelka after Chelsea captain John Terry had missed the chance to win the Blues the trophy by firing his own spot-kick hit the post.
The dramatic shootout looked to be going Chelsea's way after Petr Cech saved Cristiano Ronaldo's effort but Terry's miss opened the door for Sir Alex Ferguson to clinch his second Champions League crown.
As the celebrations began, you could have expected the ghosts of such giants as Duncan Edwards and George Best to be dancing with delight at the outcome.
It is 40 years since United first won the trophy with a team rebuilt by Sir Matt Busby from the survivors of that Munich disaster. Eight players lost their lives following the catastrophic events on a snow-filled German runway in February 1958.
It was fitting that United became the first English club to win the trophy 10 years later and even more apt that, half a century on, Ferguson's men had again taken on Europe's finest and beaten them all.
Manchester United clinched their 10th Premier League title on Sunday after a dramatic final day of action which saw them pip Chelsea to the championship. Goals from Cristiano Ronaldo and Ryan Giggs gave United a 2-0 win over Wigan and ensured they retained the title, elsewhere rivals Chelsea drew 1-1 with Bolton.
IN YOUR FACE CHELSEA!
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Record-holder Ryan Giggs marked a lifetime's loyalty with the best present possible as he delivered another Premier League title to Manchester United as they beat Wigan 2-0.
United were in front but needing calming despite Cristiano Ronaldo's first-half penalty when Giggs kept his nerve to coolly slot home Wayne Rooney's through ball.
A quarter of an hour earlier, Giggs' had been introduced for his 758th United appearance, equalling a milestone left by Sir Bobby Charlton that will surely be eclipsed in Moscow on May 21.
But all Giggs will care about is adding to a medal collection that continues to expand, containing all 10 championships won under Sir Alex Ferguson, part of an overall United haul of 17, one adrift of Liverpool, who Ferguson has vowed to overtake.
Few would begrudge the Red Devils their latest success, even if the free-flowing attack that has propelled them to glory by two points over Chelsea - who drew 1-1 with Bolton - was strangely muted.
Certainly anyone still daring to suggest Steve Bruce was happy enough to do his old club a favour clearly was not inside a stadium where, contrary to stated wisdom, the vast majority wanted a home win.
And how Wigan did their supporters proud as they controlled possession for long periods and enjoyed the majority of chances.
it's my late grandmother's 10th death anniversary today.
and incidentally, my primary school best friend's birthday too.
i remember that day really well, purely because i never knew i could feel so happy one moment and crushed the next (well, at least then at age 12).
Morning started out as per normal, minus the excited twitterings of the girls anticipating the birthday celebration of my best friend. Yes, you would remember birthdays were taken rather seriously back in school! Another bestie and i had prepared a customized 'special' present in the form of a mini t-shirt printed with Hanson's (yes the boyband!) image - which she was completely obsessed with!
Just before recess (when the gift exchange ritual would begin), someone from the General Office came into the classroom and passed my form teacher a note. After 3 seconds, she looked up and looked at me pityingly and called me out of the classroom. And that's when she broke the news that my mum was waiting downstairs as my grandma had passed on. Everything was pretty much a blur after that - so i just went back in, shocked, grabbed my bag, hugged the birthday girl with a quick 'Happy birthday...sorry gotta go. my grandma's dead.'
The tears only came when the bus i was in passed by her house...the house where i spent 10 years of my life in, my playground, all that i was familiar with.
It was at that point when i realized she wasn't going to be there for me anymore - not when i fall down from running too fast, not when my cousin kicked me in the tummy, not when i scald myself trying to cook maggi on my own, not when i just want someone to cuddle up to.
and the worst part was...i didn't even get to see her one last time. not even when she kept asking for me but i was just too scared of seeing her suffer.
i couldn't even do that for her.
and that has been...is still, my biggest regret in life.
In celebration of Anzac (or Antipodean) Day tomorrow - here's a little visual treat for you.
The office is celebrating it tomorrow as there are quite a few Aussies/Kiwis here so we're having a traditional Anzac lunch complete with quizzes, games, performances, music etc. etc. Cheesy...but i think it'll be a welcome break somewhat. Hehe.
Work has been the same...i find myself thinking of beaches and hot dry sand and the baking sun a lot nowadays. It's definitely a sign that i need a break. I DO need a break but looks like that'll have to hold off till much later. Sigh.
On a happier note - in a bid to cease going out (and therefore spending a whole heck more), i have bought 5 Korean DVD sets and another 5 books to occupy my time at home! :))
the hazards of staying all the way up north in Woodlands.
- getting flak everyday for being 'almost malaysian' - getting jibes about needing a passport to go back home - spending 3/4 of your salary on cab fares - friends giving you the wad-the-fuck-don't-expect-a-lift-from-me look - being termed a 'woodlands minah' - taxi drivers groaning in frustration when they suay-suay kena you - being at the marcy of that one feeder service that goes to civilisation i.e. mrt station - no cute guys - except random mats into their wave/scooters - GETTING STUCK IN THE FUCKING TRAIN FOR AN HOUR FROM WOODLANDS TO BISHAN
i swear to god...I HATE WOODLANDS!!!
and SMRT!
and to make the situation even more depressing, the coffee shop behind my office on which i depend and rely heavily on for regular shots of good ol' strong kopi, closed down yesterday!!!
