:)

A year passes by in a blink of an eye,
From a white clean sheet into a kite reaching for the sky,
Along the way were winds of barrier,
Though we are still in love may it long last forever.

The marriage has survived a tough first year. Here's hoping for a life happily ever after.

To Nor Azliana binti Aridi, Happy Anniversary love.

The Plight of an Obsessed Fan

I was born and raised in a family of man. I still remember fondly how me and my 4 brothers showed our manliness in every inch of our behavior. There were unwritten rules embedded in our mind that we were mandated to follow, rules that we thought would turn us into a real man. As I grew older I found out these rules were mostly bollocks, often made by my own dad to impose his man power on us kids (there's no such things as becoming sexually impotent for wearing your briefs at night right?) . Nevertheless, I spent a good chunk of my childhood abiding these rules, thus making me the man I am today.

One of the main rules was as a man, I must like sports. It doesn't matter what sport it is, make it basketball, football, volleyball or whatever, as a child with a banana like organs between my crotch, I am obliged to follow sports or my dad would cut off my dangler so I can become a girl. So there was I, some 20 years back, sitting in front of the tube, forced to change from cartoons to sport programs, where I would spend the next hour or so watching something I can barely understand (By the way, watching too much cartoons will make the eyes blind, as mentioned by the rules). I hated it so much back then, pretty much unaware how much sports were going to be a big part of my life later.

Little by little, the influence of sport in my life became bigger and bigger. No longer it was just something to do during my past time. All of the sudden, sport started to represent me. It has become a big part of my life, the main topic of conversation. I started to become more passionate about the teams that I supported, and I am so proud to say that I am and always will be a devoted Arsenal fan. I still remember the year 1997/98, when Arsenal won the Premier League. Back then, 99.9% of the school population supported that damn Devils from Manchester, and I was the only person who was bold enough to come out and declare myself as an Arsenal fan. You would not believe the abuse I got whenever Arsenal got beatan that year, and especially when ManUre got that infamous 12 point lead, damn, it was like living in the West Bank of Gaza. It was torture, man. And when Arsenal clawed their way and pipped ManUre for the title? I was so elated and felt like want to tell the world how great I was for supporting the champions. The problem was, I had no one to celebrate with!! Ha Ha!!

Sports for me is a human devotion like no other(there's that one devotion to Allah, which is THE ultimate devotion of all, but that's another story) . Humans need inspiration to motivate them on achieving the hardest of feats. What better can inspire us than sports? Sports let us dream, inspire us to do something that we could never do. Sports taught me that no matter who you are and where did you come from, if you really wanted something, you give all you got to achieve it, then nothing's impossible. Micheal Jordan came from a humble background to become the best basketball player ever. Pele survived a life of gangsters and criminals to win the World Cup 3 times. Arsenal were just a mid table scrapper before becoming a title challenger every year. All of these sportsmen were just ordinary men, just like all of us before they became superstars. Their unmatched will and desire to be the best, their mentality of winning at all cost added up to their hours of hardwork are great examples for all of us to follow. Sports can give us elation, an exhilaration of joy and pride. But the most important of all, sports let us dream, let us believe that no matter who we are or where did we come from, we can achieve anything we wished for if we have the outmost desire to realize our dreams. They say 'you reap what you sow', and that's true to every syllable.

Lots of people keep questioning me, why I am so passionate and obsessed with sports, with Arsenal especially. I don't mind that, but what really bothers me is that the ones who keep asking are the ones who spent hours idolising Akademi Fantasia, and spending lots of money on magazines about cars (without the money to buy them!). Sorry, but I'd rather spend my weekend nights watching football at nearby mapley rather than watching a bunch of monkeys humiliating themselves by singing.

Cut my skin, my blood is red and white,
Dare to pull down my pants, I got a cannon between my crotch.
Arsenal for Life!!

He is here Pt 2

He is here

Muhammad Farhi Irham bin Fairuz Indra

Reaching out

Hoping that someone would take a second to listen.

Fucking stressed out

Sigh..

A month away from the big day.
Tirades of babbling just wont go away
Stabbing through the heart like an inflamed spear
By the person I hold in my hart so dear

Keep it together the soul said
To meet the one for a long time you have waited
For it would be worth every drop of the dripping blood
To finally embrace the one who shall take away the sad

To the people I would die for
With an honest quest and nothing more
This tortured soul would survive the deepest of seas
For he shall always be there for you like heartless fleas

Sleepless

Its cold
Its dark

Thinking bout the future
The path that I should embark
The choices that I should make
The reasons that I should hang onto

One reason is snoring beside me
The other is striving to be with me

For those I would put my life on the line for
I love you with regret no more

12.06am

I

@PENANG

2009 Year In Review

January

Voila!! A year ago (15^th January 2008 to be exact) I joined an MNC company as I stepped my foot into the working world. The sun did not shine through the whole day though, as it turned out this particular MNC company was shite, despite the good salary they are paying me. The highlight of the month was my visit to my fiancée’s family for my wedding discussion. Though the event was marred by unwanted presence from some hideous looking fleshes, I was chuffed to finally realize that I was getting married. I was pumped to know that I would be marrying my love of six years. Cue cheesy inspirational love music!!!

Football was a non factor. Arsenal were starting to crack. Cesc was out till March. A certain Russian arrived to bolster the squad.

February

My job sucked, my life sucked, as I struggled to find the perfect balance for both worlds. Money was totally an issue, as my wedding ceremony got nearer and nearer. I started to spend more time on job searching sites than any sport related sites. Got myself few interviews but nothing good came out of them.

Oh right, I began learning the art of DOTA. At the office. During office hours.

March

The lazy became the busy. As my wedding preparation became hectic, I realized I still yet to have enough savings for my soon to be married life. Everyday I woke up thinking how long I would be staying at Satyam. Started dreaming of getting better jobs elsewhere, coincided with another few interviews at various companies. But still, nothing. Oh and I also woke up thinking what heroes I’d be using for DOTA later at the office. By the way, my working hours officially start at 10am and end at any time I wanted it to end.

Arsenal were getting better as captain Cesc returned and Arshavin firing at all angles. Got few wins under the belt to kick start the season again. Oh and the little Russian scored FOUR goals at Anfield but we still end up with a draw, Sigh.

April

Summoned by a damn Indian who wanted me to quit the company so they don’t have to pay me compensation which totally stupid by their part. Decided with my fellow workers not to bow down to their demand though. Sigh. What in the world would come up next. Decided to self therapy by DOTA-ing every damn single day. At the office. During office hours. Haha..

Went to Bukit Jalil to watch Malaysian FA Cup final. Selangor prevailed by the virtue of penalties in a drab encounter. The fans were marvelous though.

Got myself a brand new 42 inch FULL HD LCD PLASMA TV. The single biggest spending I have ever made.

Arsenal were trashed by Man U in the Champions League. I felt like wanting to stop my Astro Sports Package subscription. My football season was officially over.

May

Finally I managed to save enough benjamins for my wedding. Coughed out RM9000 for ‘hantaran’, and spent a further RM2000 approx. for new furnitures. Bought a new washing machine, a sofa set, and few more stuffs. Suddenly, my hard earned savings disappeared like smoke.

Its one month before my wedding. Yikes.

Man U wrapped up their third successive EPL crown but were later trashed by Barcelona in the Champs. League final. Viva Espana!!

Bought a new car. A Peugeot 206. Or NAZA Bestari. A real bargain at RM425 per month.

June

I wedded my long time girl on the 6^th of June. The ceremony went well. Had a BBQ ‘party’ with my pals a night before my wedding, which was a blast. Went to a cold place for our honeymoon.

By the way, my first fucking session was incredible. Hahahahaha..

The Lakers won the NBA championship by beating the Magic 4-1. Forget Kobe, Gasol was the real star in this one.

July

Had my wedding ceremony in K.L, which coincided with my brother’s birthday, which coincided with the Man U-Malaysia match at Bukit Jalil. Damn you Man U. Add another reason for hating them in my list. I hate it when a group of scumbags stole my thunder.

Watched the new transformers movie which sucked.

Watch the new Johny Depp movie which was ok.

Still waiting for a movie that can really satisfy me this year. Damn. I’m a hard man to please.

My wife suffered an accident on her way back from work. Damn. Met with bribe eating police officers. Damn. Our new Peugeot was hurt badly. Damn.

A damn week.

August

Went to Padang to visit my mom’s hometown. Superb. Ate lots of nice food. I especially loved the ’telor barendo’. Yummy!!

Caught a few more movies which again, left me wanting for more. Its my first Ramadhan as a husband people!! And I got an incredible job offer, which pays me 10 times my current salary!! And I rejected it!! Am I crazy!! No way!! I have responsibilities!! All the sudden, I bought an XBOX 360!! Why am I using all these “!” marks!! I’m not shouting at all!!!

Interview sessions kept coming non stop. Got one interview in Shah Alam which I pinned a lot of hope on. I got scared after reading the questions, almost drove back home before the interview started. In the end I picked my balls up and went through it. It worked out well though, as a week later they called me for a second interview.

The new football season started. Arsenal signed some Belgian bloke called Vermaelan as their only summer signing. Skeptical I was.

September

A happening month.

Watched ‘The Orphan’ and ‘Up!’. Both were great, especially the animated one, which almost left me teary at the end of the movie. Brilliant.

Went to Shah Alam for the second interview. The session was horrendous, as I felt like wanting to slap the interviewer’s face till his tongue comes out. Went home feeling distraught. Deep inside however, I still hope and pray that someway somehow I’d get the job offer.

Found out that I’m going to be a dad by April next year. Yippieee!! Later found out my wife had a cyst inside her belly which required an operation to remove it. No yippieee!!! I was worried to death. Everything went well however, as the surgery went smooth, although the recovery period was hellish, for my wife that is. I stayed by her side all the way, no more DOTA at office for me. Hell, I have stopped going to the office since August but they still pay me my salary, which was like HAHA!!

Got a call I have been waiting for. Succeeded in getting the job I desperately wanted. Finally, I’m leaving Satyam. Yay!! And I got a month bonus from Satyam for playing DOTA for the past six months. Yay!! Paid up my XBOX 360 with the money.Yay!! Its gonna be the best raya ever!!Yay!!

YAY!!

Turned 25 on the 22^nd. We celebrated Raya in K.L. Unfortunately, we had to cancel our plan to celebrate in Pendang due to my wife’s fragile post surgery condition.

Arsenal lost consecutive games to the Manchesters. Damn. A bad end to a sizzling month.

October

Officially resigned from Satyam. I had a thunderous argument with HR on my last working day there. Started working at new place at Bukit Jalil on the 15th. Found out that I need to learn a lot more to be good in engineering. Set up appointments every month with the doctor from now on to check up my baby/wife’s condition. Invited friends over to Putrajaya for a little ‘makan2’. The briyani was succulent.

Arsenal went on a 13 game unbeaten run. Shiny days indeed.

November

The best month of the year. Why? The baby’s doing well, growing actively in my wife’s womb. The wife’s also getting healthier. The new job satisfies my need for experience immensely. Lots of work, lots of new stuffs to learn and do. Although new projects kept piling up, I’d b happy if it stays this way for months to come. It’s a payback for all those DOTA hours. I was able to spend lots of time with my wife at home after work, and to just sit on the couch roaming through the channel of my 42 INCH FULL HD LCD PLASMA TV while listening and feeling the movements of my baby was heavenly. Just don’t ask us to watch DVD’s though. We’d end up doing our own instead.

Visit my in laws in Pendang for the first time since I got married.. Spent a good chunk of money on new shirts at Padang Besar. Treated like a king by my in laws which made me felt uncomfortable at times.

Experienced my first ever Qurban. It was gross at start, but once I held a knife and began to prod into the cow’s body, thank you, I’d be glad to do it again next time.

Arsenal had a disastrous November as they always do. And Van Persie is out for the whole season. Damn.

December

Just like November, lots of work to do. Trips to Shah Alam became more frequent, as meetings after meetings were attended.

Found out my mom will have another hero in the family. The baby is five months old, and he is doing well. He is one strong baby I tell you. He lives in a scarred womb but still able to grow steadily inside. He’s so active kicking and moving, especially when my wife’s eating something. Thank you Allah for your blessings.

Malaysia won the SEA games football gold medal by beating Vietnam 1-0. For the first time in a long time I was proud to be a Malaysian. Can’t remember a Malaysian team that actually worked hard as team, with everyone backing each others up. How about Malaysia to qualify for the World Cup 2014!?! Let’s book our flights to Brazil!!

Suffered my first near death experience. Lost control of my car, the car skidded and spun 360 degrees before hitting the road pavement. Luckily, I was not harmed and the car was not in as bad condition as I first thought. Feel stupid for being reckless.

Went to Penang during new year's eve. It was like our second honeymoon really. Spent 10hours driving on our way back due to some reasons. Not traffic jam though.

All in all, 2009 was a great but challenging year for me. There were times when I hit rock bottom, when I was so depressed I feel like wanting to go to a land far away from here. But there were also times when I was elated, when I felt joy. There were moments of exhilaration that I have never felt before, probably never again. And for all those moments, whether bad or good, I have grown, and become more mature in making decisions that will affect not just me but everyone connected with me. With new life to live, new responsibilities to carry, I embrace 2010 with arms wide open. Here’s hoping for a great 2010. Insya Allah.

End of the year song

My Way by Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near;
And so i face the final curtain.
My friend, i'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which i'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, i've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what i had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, i'm sure you knew
When i bit off more than i could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and i stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, i've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think i did all that;
And may i say - not in a shy way,
"no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows i took the blows -
And did it my way!



Don't you feel liberated after listening to this classic? I did.

By the way, merry Christmas to all my Christian friends. Enjoy your holiday.

p/s : I'm on leave till after new year. Yay!

Yeah..thats more like it..

Is it just me or wasn't the victory over Hull the most satsifying victory we had this season? Was it great to beat those orange scumbags managed by that fake-tanned old scumbag? Its way better than the win over Liverpool right? Or am I the only gooner who feel this way?

I hate Hull City FC. Its a personal vandetta for me to see them relegated to the conference league. For me they, especially their manager, is an arrogant selfless bastard who thinks by staying in the Premiear League they are a force to be reckoned with. They think they are already 'there'. They seem proud for the fact that they gave the big boys a big scare duirng the first half of last season, totally forgetting the fact that they stunk big time in the next 4 months, just barely escaped relegation. The manager even had the bottle to sing ridiculously after the final game, like they had won the world cup or something. What a total prick.

What really annoyed me was the post game comments made by the manager. Not even once he admitted that his team was outplayed, regrettably in the second half only, focussing only on the foul that led to the free kick and the penalty miss by Geovanni. Lets get it straight here. Diaby went through two of your players, Boateng stick his leg out and from the referee's standing pint, it does look like a free kick. The penalty given was the softest most ridiculous foul ever blown by a referee. It was a joke. the penalty taken was a joke, your team was a joke and you as a man, is and always will be, a freaking joke. Yeah you had your way in the first half, but that was mainly due to the ineptness of Arsenal, it was Arsenal who couldn't even string a few passes together. Once we managed to keep the ball better in the second half, you got no chance. So stop moaning Phil. Instead, you should be thankful Walcott and co. who missed all those chances or you will end up losing 5-0. But hey, then you'd still complain about the penalty miss right?

Oh so glad to see Diaby played well. Keep it up Abou.

ARSENAL 0-3 CHELSEA - The review

Its been coming really. After all the big talk, all the boastings, the blue half of London came and pinned us deep into the ground mercilessly. No need to go too detail about the game really. Put it simply as Men against Boys. We were outplayed from start to finish. So what if we started the first 20 minutes the better? So what if we dominated possession? The fact of the matter is, Chelsea had our numbers even before the game started. They know, we always start games brightly. They know, against that defence Drogba would always have chances. They know, with they can always dominate us physically. And more importantly, they know, that man to man, they are miles better then us. And with a manager as astute tactically as Ancelotti giving orders from the touchline, we had no chance.

Honestly I didn’t have any hope on us winning the match. The best I think we can achieve is a draw, and that was based on the win we got against Ancelotti’s Millan two years back. How foolish I am to think that we can get the same result as that eh? The Chelsea we saw on Sunday worked totally in a different sphere then the team that the manager claims is ‘special’. Thank you for making me believes in that nonsense Arsene.
I cant see anything special from a performance as abject as that.

Shadow of the past..

Its been 4 weeks since I broke out of my Indian-ish nightmare. And these past weeks have awekened me from my ultimate slumber. Long gone my 'sleeping past Subuh till 10am' morning ritual. No more morning laziness. Its Subuh at 6, watch Eurosportnews/Simpsons al il bit, and I'll be off to office by 7.45. Stop by Cyberjaya to drop my wife, and by 8.30 I'll be having my breakfast at my office's pantry. It was like 'culture shock' for a while but I have to realize that Im not at a stage where I can fool around anymore. Its time to knuckle down and buckle up. Its time to become a real engineer.

It all started almost two years ago. The dream of making lots and lots of cash through a career in engineering was on full swing. But after few months, darkness started to cloud my path. As things started to unfold bit by bit, I realized that my young journey in becoming a good engineer was never a bed of roses. I made a mistake in taking everything too lightly thus affecting my judgment in certain matters that need to be taking seriously. I do hope that I could take the positives out of all those ill advised judgment though. I learned to not to believe everything that come out of anyones lips. I learned that India is a decent country full with indecent people. I learned to never put my trust into anyone fully eventhough he is my own race and practice the same religion as I am. More importantly, these tough times thaught me to be stronger and more resilient in taking much more difficult challenges coming ahead. I may not be better off much technically, but personally, I think, and I very much hope, that I am better.

As I went through the pictures of my year and a half Indian-ish experience, it saddened me to think of all the guys that I became close with. One by one, the departed, leaving me behind to fight the losing battle. It started with Sean Chong, followed by my very own boss Alan. Then my desktop buddy, Sakthia, the only person brave enuff to get drunk during office hours, flew away to some hideous company called JKR. From the moment he cleared his desk, the wholesale clearance officially started. I started to ignore all my works, although not so much works though, and started to think about finding another job. In the meantime, the legend of Babo Warriors began. We battled everyday, with each warrior trying to prove that he is the best ball buster of all. The scream of vulgars never stop till one day my team lead broke out the news that he was leaving us. I was like DAMN, if he goes whats left on us? We all think if he is still around we all still have that little glimpse called hope left. It wasnt long before suddenly we were left all alone, without any guidance. One of the great Babo Warriors surendered and went off to shoot some kangaroos instead. Then the 'ole' king went off, heading to kiss some Japanese asses. The asses must have been bad as he spent only a month there before fleeing to another company. The next few months after he vanished was a complete torture. Waking up without any purpose to live is the most crucifying catastrophy that I have ever suffered.

The emergance of the new war was a major salvation for all of us. Finally something to keep us occupied. The DOTA battle was strainous. We ignored all the bruises and scars and picked up our weapons to battle again and again. We fought for the throne, we defended our castles, we ravaged villages. We forgot all about our problems until one day 3 of the remaining warriors decided that they have had enough. They said they could not endure the pain anymore. And there were me, along with Thana, left alone to continue with the pointless losing war. Though we were sparingly joined by Dev, his presence was not much helpful as he was aided by the higher power from the land far far away. It was so unfortunate that the higher power could not lend anything for me and Thana thus leaving both of us barely breathing for air. We tried to get help from others but to no avail. Everyday, we came to office bearing in mind that we will be bombarded with swords and arrows as the attack on us intensified. We stood our ground, we fought with honor, but deep inside we knew we had to get some help. We never gonna win the war anyway and anyhow. Both me and Thana however swore with our lives that we would never succumb to defeat. We were determined not to let those pesky iron claw beat us.

The moment when Thana told me he was leaving really broke me. How could he leave me here alone? Damn.After all weve been through? I keep telling myself its for his best that he leave. He has got himself a way to win the war. However I was in total dispair. There was a time when I thaught of surendering. I was ready to throw my towel. Then, out of nowhere, a saviour emerged. It offered me weapons to nullify the enemy, and end this war once and for all. The war that cant be won suddenly became winnable. Finally I was able to wipe the smug out of that devil's face. I still remember the day when I came out of the office with a broad grin on my face. The day when I let it all go. The day when I let it all out. I was a glorified victor. The reaction on his face was priceless as I bombarded him with my saliva filled anger. As I slammed the door shut, my heart pumped heavily, sending blood of pride into every vein of my body. It felt like a heavy burden was lift off my back. I won.

Here I am now. striving again, starting from square one, wanting to become a good engineer. Its gonna be a long hard struggle, but I believe my battle hardened soul has been fully equipped to face any challenges ahead. They said to earn you must suffer. After all these? True to every syllable.

p/s: Send your prayers tp my wife who is carrying my soon to be born baby. Your prayers do help. It has been proven scientifically FYI.

New leaf

Thanks Mike

Today, the greatest basketball player of all time, the man responsible of making me fall in love in the game itself, was an official Hall of Famer. Its been years since he stepped his famous pair of Nikes onto the court, but everytime I watch NBA his presence still lingers. I dont know why, whenever I see Lebron or Kobe, I cant stop myself from comparing them with Jordan. Both of them have legitimate claim to be one of the best, maybe they are the best of their generation but the same level as Jordan? Better than His Airness? Sorry Lebron, until you can shoot better, consistently make those crucial free throws and most importantly win a ring you cant stand beside Jordan yet. And for Kobe, start being a better teammate, and try to win a championship without an all star center for a start. And also, stop believing yourself to be a great defender. You are just a very good defender, not a great one. Try be a 10 time all defensive team before you can call yourself one.

Michael achievements surpass every man's dream. Hes won every single accolades served on the table. I cant think of any athlete who left such a big hole to fill in any sport. He got too many memories to be cherished. The flu game. The 63 at Boston. The 51 at 38. The 43 at 40. The battle with Dominique. The double pump reverse lay up. The mid-air-hand-changing move. THAT dunk. THAT shot. All those buzzer beaters. This guy practically stop a host of Hall of Famers from winning a ring. Malone, Stockton, Barkley, Miller must have regretted to have played in the same era as Michael Jordan.

Mike, the basketball world misses you.

Thanks for all the memories.

THAT shot

A gift from above...

I am so happy to say that Insya Allah, Im finally going to be free again. Free of all these hassles. Free of those people. Im gonna be with my own kind soon. No need to face those back stabbing lizards no more.

Finally, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Seriously hoping for a great future.

Im gonna miss all my soon to be ex colleagues though.

p/s : Cant wait to send my farewell mail. *grin+wink2*

3 in the morning

The time is 3.02 am. Im blogging while watching tv. The wife ordered me to get her mee goreng mamak and teh oh ais and ended up taking only 3 spoon feed before feeling all queasy again. It started with Mc Donald's mc chicken two days back, followed by mamee slurp cup and asam yesterday. All ended with the same results, few bites and her stomach full already. As a glorified food cleansing man it is up to me to find any inch of empty portion of my big belly to stuff in all the leftovers. Im not expectin any weight reduction after this Ramadhan.

Whats the menu for tomorrow?

Champs league here we come

So what if Eduardo dived? Everyone does it rite? Dont get me wrong I am totally against this sissy-like action but the commentators made so much fuss about it like the dive was some kind of football catastrophe or something. Seriously, did these guys really think without the dive the result would be different? In the course of 180 minutes Celtic managed to get a massive TWO shots on target. Thats Tee--Double You--Owh TWO. And the second was the 92nd minute goal which at the time the Arsenal players' minds were already at the showers. That doesnt make them an unlucky losers not by a bit. Sorry, but diving or not, you cant hide the fact that Arsenal were miles better than their Scottish counterpart. Plus, when Gerard and Rooney dived, they didnt cause quite a commotion did they? Stupid Arsenalism this pundits are. Just because we dont play Englishmen they always treat us like scums.

Oh just read that Celtic want Eduardo to be banned for two matches. Then banned Owen for that dive against Argentina or Rooney for the one against us few years back. Those dive have more impact on the outcome of the match than any match you can think of. Stupid. Really. What on earth are they thinking. Seriously stupid.

p/s: In the next 8 months I shall put myself in as best behavior as I can. Hoping all will be well. Alhamdulillah, thank You Allah for your blessings.

Nahh..its the same old

Its the same old Arsenal isnt it? Yeah we did win 3 out of 3 and I aint complaining. But we still keep conceding stupid goals and we always love to give the opponent a glimpse of hope to gain something out of the game. The over confidence is till apparent, the lackasidal attitude is obvious and the low-concentration from our full backs is still a problem to solve. Guess old habits die hard eh? By the way, Portsmouth wont struggle if they keep playing like they did. Kudos to the manager then.

Cesc is injured. Damn. And we got Man U doming up. Double damn.

p/s : Happy Ramadhan guys. I think Nasri injured himself purposely so he can fast this year. Serious. And next week I wont be able to watch the Man U game. Geng2 Arsenal jgn marah. Gua sayang bini gua. So apehal lu nak kecoh2?? HAha

*grin* hik hik

So what if we dont replace toure? So what if we dont buy a DM? So what if we play 4-3-3? As long as we can win 6-1 away then what else do you want? Wednesday morning, Celtic, the roaring Hampden Park, Champs. League qualifier next. Prove to the fans that wasnt a fluke.

p/s : Song was superb. I hope he can play like that every week.