manchester united 1 - 0 barcelona

woke up around 11plus am...

and i quickly got up to check my livescore board (cuz i missed the game)
and of course, as expected...

we did it!!!
moscow here we come!
goal by paul scholes 14minutes into the game >>>


"And what sweet irony it is that Paul Scholes, the man who along with Roy Keane missed the Champions League final in 1999, scored the goal to take United there. What a goal it was - a 25-yard scorcher fit to win any match.
This was not a match for the faint-hearted. The excitement and anticipation before it, the jubilant celebrations after Scholes' 14th-minute strike, and the fretting and nail-biting that accompanied the tense final few moments (six minutes of injury-time included). But it was also an excellent semi-final tie, full of attacking endeavour, and no shortage of drama..."
(news from http://www.manutd.com/)

eyes on the prize

exactly 3 hours and 33 minutes to the match...
(Wednesday, April 30, 2008 2:45:00 AM)

-"united defensive capabilites survived the stern test as barca dominated possession at the nou camp on 23 apr 08"

-"Show your colours"
Sir Alex Ferguson is urging United supporters attending the Barcelona home game on Tuesday 29 April to make Old Trafford a 'sea of red and white.'

The boss wants fans to help add Barcelona 2008 to the likes of Porto '77, Barca ’84, Inter ’99 and Roma '07 on the list of great European atmospheres.

Sir Alex told us: “There have been so many occasions over the years of the crowd being the 12th man in the way the supporters create such great encouragement.

“If our supporters bring scarves on the night it should be fantastic. We want to make sure it’s a real sea of red. If we do that we have a big, big chance [of reaching the final]."

So let's show our colours, strain our vocal cords and roar the lads to Moscow.

reading these makes my throat choke with emotions...my heart goes all out for you, MANCHESTER UNITED!!!
ok! i'll wear RED lingerie tonight.
to all MAN U fans out there, PLAY YOUR PART! SHOW YOUR COLOURS!!!

sigh, i wont be watching it LIVE.
and i call myself an ardent fan?

should i go to west plaza kopitiam to watch the match alone? is it gonna be open at this time? even so, can i bring myself to do that? shit, where should i go?

how can i not be there for them???

happily ever after?

it was only "happily ever after"...
when cinderella and her prince went off in their horse carriage after they were happily married, when snow white woke up from her death bed miraculously after a magical kiss from her prince. these are all fairy tales. "that's all folks"

...what happens after that is 'god-knows-what'.
who knows if prince charming had wedded another princess after their marriage.
who knows if snow white and cinderella had married the same prince.

at least Shrek was a lil' more realistic.

so, happily ever after???
there's no such thing!

i shall elaborate more when i have the 'feel' :D

I don't know you anymore

(song by savage garden)
- suddenly came to me, i don't know why.
like i've said somewhere, before; songs and tunes, scents and tastes, bring old memories back to life.

it's not easy to adapt to changes that comes knocking at your door when you least expect it to...
it makes you wonder if it was you who changed, hence the perception that things around you has.

flying off on a jet plane

wish me a good flight...
this flight i've been looking forward to.
but i'm not looking forward to it now.

good-bye. i'll be missing you.
je manque vous

a healthy & eventful sunday

yesterday was quite an eventful day for a lazy person like me.

unlike any of my days off, which i usually idle in front of the computer, sis and i went to pasir ris cc for an hour of badminton with jang, emily's thai housemate. literally sweat there, as theng was only playing for 15-20minutes until she gave up. i rested for only around 10minutes - a good improvement considering the fact that i just came back from a 13hours flight the day before. usually, i'd be lying in bed or idling like a sick dog for at least 24hours, after a long flight.

after that we went groceries shopping at west plaza before heading back home.

bought some spare ribs, baby kailan, cherry tomatoes, chinese herbs (for soup), chopped garlic, onions and other stuff. had some leftover prawns, fish, mushroom and vege from our steamboat dinner the other day. so decided to make steamed fish with mum's asam fish sauce, fried omelette, chinese herbal soup, and fried kailan.

planned to cook dinner for the house but i did not inform them before hand...so i later found out that FL was on vegetarian diet that day. and YP was about to go out for his DOTA dose. all the food for two. we surely won't be able to finish them. so YP decided to leave later. i immediately started cooking around 3pm for an early dinner. (FYI, i haven't been cooking for months. and more so, my cooking has always been an amateur level. hence, i was stressed) i sweat as though i was playing another round of badminton. everytime i cook, i worry how people will think of my cooking. whether it's too salty or too bland, too sweet or too bitter.

after 30minutes or so, i finally cook up 3 dishes and 1 soup, with theng's help.

YP bought 2 packets of steamed rice & a packet of deep fried pork from west plaza after much haggling, as the stalls weren't keen to sell plain steamed rice without you buying their dishes.

we had our early meal. my right hand was shaking all the time (either from the badminton or cooking, i don't know)

anyway, here are my dishes:
(will take better pictures next time)



cook white fungus drink with red dates today:

after the meal, sis and i went to white sands library & then back home for the night's rest.

you must've had quite a day too...

what's on the other path?

" we don't know the other road, the one we didn't take, or where it leads"

but we're curious. we ask ourselves, if it is too late to turnaround and walk back, take the other path.
but is it possible?
can we neglect our responsibilities?
can we not care about how the people around us think?
these people who love and care about us.

as the saying goes, "the grass is greener on the other side".
is it a fact that human are never satisfied? we tend to look at our friends, our colleagues, our neighbours, anyone around us. we think they live a better life than us. we are inclined to compare ourselves with people whom we assume are better than us. and we silently hope that we have the same or better.
maybe some of us, a minority, do compare ourselves with the poor and less fortunate people, and then consider ourselves more fortunate. or is this merely self-consolation?

bold confession
i'm a selfish bitch. i want better. yet i'm afraid that better might not be good enough for me after a while. or better might not be as good as good. i'm afraid that i might look back and regret, thinking that good, is good enough. that i was wrong for wanting better.
and then, it's TOO LATE!

lets start from here

at times when the feeling is strong, the thoughts and words just seem to pour out from every pore on my skin. but when the feeling is not fed, left neglected, i soon forget those clouds in my mind.
but if feelings need to be fed, are these thoughts still true? or are they (again) one of those feelings that are only important at that point of time, forgotten once the feeling is weak.

i've always wanted to write, to record the chronology of my life. i'd wanted to write about everything, when the feeling was strong, when the words kept coming. but i never started.

it might have been too much movies and fictions, but i've always wanted to be able to learn about myself if i lose my memory one day. and i hope that by writing, i'd be able to do so.
cause even if i don't lose my memory 'one day', someday, in future, i might not remember the things i use to know, the things that i know i should remember.

i think i know myself best. i know the devil in me. i know the angel who fights occasionally. and i know that i'm the biased judge between the devil and the angel in me. so if i don't write to tell myself about myself, no one would be in a better position to tell me who i am than myself.

however, because devil and angel always debates, i'm sometimes confused. i can't define myself. i wonder if i'm more of devil or angel. or maybe i should just accept it that i'm the combination of both, just like any other people.

i wonder ...
is it time to start?
is this where to start?
what should i start with?
what did i plan to start with?