After years of being a staunch Man Utd fan, I have come to the following conclusions. (The United defeat theory)

Man Utd will have an exceptionally high chance of defeat if one or more of the following criteria are met :

1) Man Utd players wear black pants as part of their kit (Either red, white or blue top, it does not matter)

2) Man Utd play under a scorching hot weather, with the relentless Sun beating upon them.

3) Man Utd players and staff talk too much before a match (i.e. Blabbering incessantly on the significance of the upcoming game, and their confidence in handling the opponents blah blah)

All these is true. Maybe a new criterion will be that of Man Utd wearing an all-white kit, just like in the Champions League final.

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The Champions League Final. An absolute travesty for Man Utd. Simply outplayed by Barca. Long time since I witnessed such a drubbing of Man Utd by an opposition. Every United player looked lethargic, weak and ready for holidays. It's not about what went wrong, it's simply a case of nothing going right.
Before the Final, players like Rio Ferdinand, Evra and Ronaldo blathered way too much about the upcoming game, and thus satisfying criterion number 3 of high possibility of defeat.

Park Ji Sung simply cannot handle the immense intensity of this crucial match, and it was a wrong move to put him in the starting line up. Giggs was non-existent, Anderson was shadow chasing, Rooney can't string a proper pass, O' Shea was clumsy, Carrick was timid, and Rio and Vidic were in shambles. It all fell apart.

Now I know what it feels like to support a mediocre team (eg. West Brom), perpetually watching your team torn apart by stronger opponents.

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Tomorrow most probably going to drive in a rented car. Feeling apprehensive, since it has been sometime since I touched one.

The damn weather is killing me. The reason I managed to fall asleep this afternoon during my nap, was that the heat knocked me out. When I woke up, I felt exhausted. Dammit.

Ok cheers. Time to go.

Long time since a post.

I jus completed a 3-day Crocs Warehouse Sale at Expo. Similar to Nike, only that they give the temp staff so much less freebies (Only 1 free pair of shoes). But it's ok lah, nice experience, with some eye candies around. I was in charge of picking up all the goods that people leave lying around on the floor. So I have to perpetually bend my back and pick up all the shoes strewn all over, thanks to ignorant people. The jobscope was a little like garbage man. But then again, I don't blame them, cause humans have to suffer the same in order to understand others' pain. I will now stop littering.

The whole experience was pretty fun though. Met new friends too, and it was a pleasant yet enriching journey. Not to mention the pretty interesting event that happened to me at the end of the sale. Also, it was the first time I engaged in conversation with several ang moh langs. They are abit...expressive.

Newcastle United are relegated. What a travesty. Hope they don't end up like Leeds United.


Tmr is a rest day for me. After 3 days of intense retail work. My legs need a break badly.

I am going to start my boxing lessons starting next month. At Aljunied area. Pretty near, and somemore it's pretty darn cheap. 1 month - $40, unlimited lessons. Woots.

Life has been quite alright, I suppose. I am actually really enjoying and savouring this extended holidays that I am experiencing. No more such slack times once uni starts. A part of me looks forward to uni, but another part of me doest not.


Ok peace out. Too shag to think.

Several days back, I went for the MPH book sale. Was not harbouring much hope of getting much good books, so when the moment I stumbled upon a John Grisham book once I entered, I rushed forward to grab it. Soon enough, I tossed it aside, because it is everywhere, excessive supply, and I did not really want the book. There were not many people, so it was a breeze to move around. However, the queue was the killer. Only 6 cashiers were present, and I was forced to wait for 1 hr plus. Also, there's something wrong with my back nowadays. Standing too long causes some soreness in my spine. Damn. Managed to buy 12 books for only $48.


Yesterday was one hell of a busy day. Woke up 745am, and reached Expo around 9am. Had to do 2 sessions of invigilation, and the 2nd session was a gruelling 3 hours paper. So I have to persevere through my backache, just for the meagre sum of money. The whole thing ended at 545pm. After that, had to rush to Paya Lebar, ate dinner (Long John Silver's) at double quick time, and then took cab to my tutee's house because the bus refused to come.


Over the next week, more work to do. It is only until next monday whereby I can finally have a break.

Cheers.

Mas Selemat is finally apprehended. Conspiracy theories are dispelled just like that. Oh man so not exciting. Apparently they are placing him back to the Whitley Dentention Centre. Time to teach him a lesson.


Had my 2nd invigilation session today. Went along quite smoothly, until I did a pretty serious cock-up. I missed one guy's script, cause he needed extra time to write his index numbers and stuff. Next time, I am not giving anyone any chance. Dammit.


The bridges to my dreams are slowly collapsing one by one. Everything is going to crumble down. Just like that. This is damn bloody cruel. Zero reward for 100% effort. Exactly like Chelsea, ousted by Barcelona even when they dominated the whole match, and the more hardworking of the 2 sides. I'm not a fan of Chelsea, but I do truly emphatise with their plight.


Time to remap the plans for my future. I'm going to prove all my doubters and rejectors wrong. Just like I have done before. I will destroy you all.

Manny Pacquiao is my new favourite athlete. Best pound-for-pound boxer in the world, the elite champion, top of the chart. As such, I am having this growing passion and blooming interest to learn more on boxing. It is best to engage in such vigorous intense sports to try and eradicate the deeply engraved memories of misery (no matter how futile), and also my sense of ennui at the moment. My unconscious mind has been irreversibly sullied by the experiences of the bygone days. As such, wishes and desires perpetually manifest itself in the scenarios, illusions and scenes spawned during my customary trip down memory lane every night. It is my wish to return to my halcyon days of innocence,when it all began, to right the wrong, to correct the faults, and to erase the crack that has constantly lurked in the depths of my mind.

Over the next 2 weeks, Im going to be quite busy. Firstly, theres the routine round of tuition assignments. Additionally, I'm going to be an invigilator for some University of London exams at Singapore Expo. Hope things go alright. There are also several meetups coming up, providing me some respite from just training and reading at home.

So the hot topic now is Swine Flu. I'm not going to go in depth into it. What I have to say, everyone already knows. Hope this all comes to an end quickly. It's annoying. Over the course of the epidemic, the name of the flu slowly transforms as well. Swine Flu >> H1N1 Virus >> Mexican Flu (as reported on channel 8). So looks like they rather defame Mexico, than swines. Well, it's alright with me. Pork is nice to makan.

One day, I want to visit Italy. Seems like a damn happening place, a beautiful country of immense heritage, home to comfortable laid-back lifestyles. Simply entering a cafe, sipping capaccino, relaxing, enjoying yourself, taking in the sights and sounds of the piazza, having not a single care in the world, breathing in the rich atmosphere, letting your mind wander. Sweet. I want to visit the Pantheon too. Free entry as well. Given how much the French hates English, I am less appealed to visit them.

Looks like the battle of Sri Lanka vs Tamil Tigers is drawing to a close. After 30 plus years of bloodshed, sweat and tears, this is it. Poised for a final onslaught, Sri Lanka seemed to have finally lost all patience and tolerance, and let loose this crazy tirade in clamming down the tigers. Rest in peace, Tamil Tigers. I will remember you all, because I learnt about you in my Social Studies during secondary school.

YOU have GOT TO watch this video. Slap Chop. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWRyj5cHIQA

Adios. Cheers.