I never realize that Jalan Sudirman can be this beautiful at 12.57 in the morning. All the bright lights from the building. I can stay all night just enjoying the scene. Good thing I specifically asked for that kinda room.
Added 5 minutes later: Duel of The Fates is suddenly playing on MTV. I got goose bumps all over me in an instant.
I’ve never been confident that we’re going to come out triumphant in the new Wembley. I always hate when I turned out to be right in this kinda thing. It’s disappointing to see that the other side was always hungrier to win the cup, while we just failed to come up with the extra gear. Maybe the extra gear was left behind in those days of partying after we secured the league title. Our tank was just flat empty.
It’s not a pretty sight to see & savour. Just like the West Ham game on the last day of the season. Losing is always painful to see, especially when we don’t seem to give our maximum effort on it.
The 107 steps to the royal box must’ve felt like 1,007 steps for the lads. And each step they took made the weekend more miserable for me. No more football for the next two months, and the July date in Kuala Lumpur can’t come soon enough.
Let’s be honest. Nobody likes to work. Nobody likes to do something for five days a week in return of money that would never be enough to cover our greed. We all want to just sit at home while the dime keeps coming in to our bank account everyday.
However, if there’s something good from our work, or we do everything right, then maybe, just maybe, we can always hang on to go to the office every day. Coz we know that we’re doing a good job, which enables us to sleep well every night.
But if everything that you do is shite, and you can’t stand the thought of facing another frustrating day in the office, then even a good salary won’t be sufficient to cover all the stress & pressure that you’re having.
If you’re having the last scenario, then there’s no way for you to plan your life. As you’re just living your life from one weekend to another. In the end, maybe it’s not life at all.
We finally managed to watch the third Spidey last night, even though our seats weren’t the best ones in the studio. But then, it might be the signal that we shouldn’t continue buying the ticket.
The critics absolutely thrashed the latest installment of this web-slinging guy, and now I could understand why. It started to feel like the late Batman installment. It’s getting stale and overcrowded with characters. I mean Spidey 1 & 2 were refreshing and they made us salivating for the third one. Even the trailer was promising.
I believe the main issue is the characters. They’re just too many of them. Why can’t it just focus on Goblin & Venom? Too many characters & too many issues to handle in 2 hours. Gwen Stacy is hardly relevant, and Sandman is not exciting enough an enemy for Spidey.
Maybe I’d rather spend the money on the next Fantastic Four. That looks promising too.
I never dreamed at the beginning of this season that its end is going to be this sweet for us who support the red half of Manchester. I’m never the one who boldly declares that my team is going to win it every season, I prefer to see it one game at the time. This season, eventually we’ve got our trophy back.
It’s been a satisfying season in overall, other than the disappointment in Milan, Upton Park, Fratton Park, and double defeat by the Arseholes. But most of the time we bounced back from such low points, and achieved even more.
The lads also show commendable effort and toughness to get the result right whenever things aren’t going well for us. Away games at Fulham, Liverpool, and Everton would always be remembered when we came out and showed the world that we deserved to be champions.
Somehow I felt happier when we won it in 2003 than this year. Maybe because in 2003, we came from behind and basically nicked it from Arsehole which was more exciting. While this year we’re in the driving seat most of the time, and only having to look over the shoulder occassionally.
Let’s hope for the best for next season which promises to be more cracking than ever when Keano returns to Old Trafford with his Black Cats, and all the usual suspects plot their ways to snatch the trophy from its spiritual home.
But till the next May comes, let me just enjoy the celebrations and thank all the players, manager, backroom staff, and anyone associated with the club for giving another 10-month worth of happiness in our lives.
CHAMPIONS!!!
Maybe I’m scared to death. Maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I just don’t want it. Maybe I’m selfish. Maybe I don’t want to grow up. Maybe I love my comfort zone too much. Maybe I just can’t do it. Maybe I’m a coward.
Maybe I’m everything I feel.
