Pieces of My Thoughts

2012-01-29T19:23:00.007+08:00

Crime of Bliss.

Gone are the days where Solitary and Me
Were part of a pact, if you would, a fraternity.

Fingers have to be pointed, someone HAS to be the instigator!
Where did it all go wrong ? I can only think of one perpetrator.

For you fit into all the description of Bliss
The very epitome of loneliness' anti-thesis.

And for that, I love You. Just the way are.
And yes, I AM actually talking about you, N___________r.

2012-01-26T20:07:00.006+08:00

Charred Words & Profanity..

I seriously need to control these demons I have running in my veins. Demons whose urges are sometimes so strong that I feel compelled to scream at the top of my lung and puke out my charred words, incinerated by my flame of rage. Even, even at my MOST LOVED ones.

It bothers me that I thought its called for, that it is OK for me to yell out abusive verses at them - or to engage in a less profane, but no less harmful tool at my disposal - Cynicism. It bothers me that I thought it was OK for me to do that.

Truthfully, I don't wanna be in this state. But on the contrary, ironically, I find myself so often refusing the refuge of talking things out. You know its fucken' bad to stay in the state, you know no good will come out of it. But you just don't wanna be saved.

But in the utmost actuality, you do. And fuck, save your breaths from telling me how paradoxical this is. I am a breathing Paradox. Don't tell me ME.

2012-01-23T10:23:00.001+08:00

Quotes la Apa Lagi.

"If money doesn't buy happiness, does poverty ?"

- MJ DeMarco

2012-01-23T02:00:00.002+08:00

Because we're Manchester fucken' United.

Fuck you ye dirty Cockneys!

2012-01-20T23:58:00.004+08:00

But Hey..

I hope United would beat the crap out of the pathetic excuse of a team called Le' Arse, or something like that. Because I would surely wipe my ass with Facebook pages of their Cockney whiny, whimpery fans' braggadocios and give them a taste of their own mad-cine. You know how I 8-2 relive the past because it surely is never a good teacher.

But hey..

2012-01-17T02:58:00.012+08:00

Hrm.

Even this ? Pffttttttt

This is what happens when the clock is punched right at the 2.59 in the a.m and your eyelids were punched a hole, each. You Google things you never would have bothered had you had your ways with some holographic Scarlett Johansson - in some weird ass dreams you invented for yourself. Or in short if you're fast asleep.

But since I'm not. Look at what I found. A blogger who sound like me, writes like me, even quacks like me. Wait, was it actually me ?

My favorite post - Yes. The narcissism. My favorite post from my OWN blog ? You've gotta love the sound of your own voice so much to reach that level of stuck up, don't you ?

I just love my own entry so much, I'd like to quote myself;

"tatau nak taip ape lagi..anyways yang aku post seme tu dalam diari aku... maklom laa baru open blog kan... jadi aku post je kan balik le... senang... bukan ape..nak membanyakkan ape yang aku taip dalam ni.."

OK fine. Maybe I am THAT good so much so as to have a doppelganger I never thought exist. But c'mon. At least be creative. You even plagiarize this ? THIS ? OK I'll narrow it down for you;

"Do you believe that forks are evolved from spoons?

- Nope, they were originally men that flirt way too much.."

And compare that to this. Come THE FUCK on. If you're that fucken' dumb, be original in your Blogger profile in the least.

Oh well, stranger things have happened. I guess that is the price you pay for being Raizzenably good. Yes you heard that right. Well, literally. And to Mini-Me, if you want to plagiarize, at least do a better job. You shamed me with that kind of half-ass plagiarism. Secondly, I've just made you famous. So screw yourself hard and get your filthy hands off THE Pieces of My Thoughts.

By the way, I think you deserve some creds for disabling comments. Otherwise, you'll wish for another ass hole to be screwed a thousand times over. Erm, sorry that was Saiful. Sheesh, what a pain in the ass.

2012-01-16T22:04:00.010+08:00

By No Means A Misdemeanor

I'm all out of expression, pfft, the audacity! Not to mention the Irony..
Coz if 'I love u' should be a crime - I'd happily commit a felony!

Flap ur wings, take flight & fly high I hope u'll grow from strength to strength
Leave d' naysayers picking their jaws, shed ur skin - time to go out with a bang!

I know too often than not I don't talk straight, but this, straight from the heart
Its ur smile I wanna see when the sun's bright & its ur tears I'm gonna wipe when times're hard

"According to the laws of physics, a bee can't fly, the weight of the bee, the surface area of it's wings and the power available from it's flight muscles, put them all into an equation, it comes up short and the bee shouldn't be able to fly.."

Take Off, Take Flight. Selamat Bekerja.

2012-01-16T00:02:00.002+08:00

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Anyone.. Anyone but you.

2011-12-29T01:37:00.005+08:00

Nite.

Weh Makcik I miss You. But Me, being the understanding person I am understand that you might be penat and all. So here's a very Good Night to My Better Half.

Love,

MFA.

2011-11-30T19:44:00.003+08:00

Note To Self.

FZ has just got his oil changed at 1460 mileage. We'll come to the 'who' later. ;)

2011-11-26T20:23:00.003+08:00

Thank You, Sasang.

You made my day.

And you make me smile.

2011-11-20T21:30:00.003+08:00

Happy Birthday.

Words wouldn't measure the Happy Birthday that a Happy Birthday metes out. The exact precise amount. So not wanting to sound like a broken record.

Happy Birthday. And for the many smiles to come..

Oh well, I just couldn't resist..

Happy Birthday, My Intended. You deserve it.

2011-11-17T01:33:00.001+08:00

Dah lama tak buat perangai macam ni.. Smiley posts in a matter of days..

2011-11-12T12:34:00.002+08:00

"Who are as beautifully imperfect"

A point to come back to. Right now I have to run.

2011-11-11T03:11:00.004+08:00

Finally.

=)

2011-11-07T01:02:00.003+08:00

.. and here I thought we'd already danced our last song together. Yes I've missed you.

2011-10-26T10:10:00.003+08:00

Deepavali Morning Ramblings - Should-I-Post-This-? Post.

The whole 6-1 results was rather blown out of proportion. The 6-1 scoreline doesn't actually reflect Ciddeh's terrifying-ness nor United's fall from grace. We attacked and attacked despite being a man down - and 3-1 down. If one could only be so positive and willing to pause whatever negative emotions that were flowing through his veins, one would have noticed it. But yes, it actually took me almost 24 hours to come into perspective - I have taken longer than this to accept that we actually lost to our rivals - one week - one case in point being the humiliating 4-1 defeat to Our Most Hated Rival™ - Liverstool. So despite the 6-1 scoreline, Ciddeh doesn't actually bother me as much as, say Our Most Hated Rival™ winning 4-1. That scared me. And it won't be anytime soon the Liverstool would ever achieve that kind of perks again, if any.

Its disappointing of course, but nothing we couldn't handle. Cleverley has been instrumental pulling the strings in the middle of the field for us. Anderson and Fletcher, despite how much I love 'em just don't cut it.

2011-10-24T19:13:00.003+08:00

Taking A While To Sink In..

Kalah is one thing. Kalah 6-1 is another thing. Kalah 6-1 at the hands of the noisy prickly neighbours is another matter all to fucken gather. It has taken a while to sink in. Entries have been rewritten and erased. Because no fucken worldly words could describe these feelings. Its Ciddeh godammnit. Anyone, anyone but the lots of them.

Props to Rooney, probably the only player who played his socks off never acknowledging defeat. Probably the only player who could could come off the field saying he's given his all.

2011-10-24T01:26:00.004+08:00

Derby Defeat.

Aku tak boleh tido. 6-1. I can't bear the scoreline. Facebook is an off-limit zone for the time being. Feel like I could punch a person right in the face for the slightest of bullshit now.

2011-10-07T21:06:00.004+08:00

These Are Melancholic Deis.
Current Listen: Lady Antebellum - Need You Now.mp3

Its that time of the month for me I guess these past couple of days. Got in a fight with a friend I cared about dearly. I shouldn't be pissed. Yes, am telling myself this now. And in the face of being shut off, my vein is so quick to pop. The audacity. To get pissed when it was me, in the first place who was throwing tantrums - when all she did was trying to reason.

Ergh. Apologies are cheap. The price of its rejection is the one hefty. So try to pay your dues before talking from your, erm, MY high horse.

This has been a slow, slow week and these have been some very very melancholic days for me. Yes, yes, the gayness of being sad about getting into a fight with a close friend, but its not just that. This week, my mind has been traveling far and wide to the realm of memories. Knocking and opening the doors I chose to leave shut. Sometimes, it feels like am just tad at the edge of tears. Sighs. So what I did was puff puff.

You probably don't understand this don't you, hunny ? Good.

Because that was my intention in the first place.

2011-09-27T23:49:00.001+08:00

Once Upon A Time In China..

2011-09-15T22:19:00.003+08:00

Disappointment.

I would've just accepted it had it been someone else but you. You disappoint me to the point of me just sitting there staring into blank space, which, mind you, I wouldn't even bother had it come harsher, even harsher than this. Had it come from someone else.

But you. Someone I hold highly. Someone I look at times, for guidance. Clearly, things you said before weren't sincere, clearly, I don't know what to make of the kinship we had. Was that real, or was it just part of a bigger charade.. ?

Entahlah..

2011-09-11T21:12:00.005+08:00

Do The Math.

Because I'm awesome.

2011-09-10T21:01:00.003+08:00

I Love My Country But I Hate The Government

Every tyranny that we allow take place in this country is an insult to the memory of those who traded their lives in exchange for her sovereignty.

Al-Fatihah Rosli Dhobi.

2011-09-08T12:45:00.002+08:00

Rooting For Maggie

There's a book / rhyme book coming out, around the corner. The outrage it causes.. But wait. This is me blogging up in office hours. Yes blame the technical guys for failing me, for failing to fix the bug in my Lotus Notes email application. And special mention goes to the guys who walk in the corridors of power at our Corporate Office for the unnecessary burden that I have to shoulder, all for their own perverted idealism.

You sit high on your pretty horses while I work my ass off trying to paint the picture of your 'idealism'. Why do I have to bear the brunt of your gloriously misinformed stupid attempt on trying to right the wrong, when all you're doing is wronging it even more.

OK.. I digress.

Rooting for Maggie. Balik nanti sambung. Boo!

2011-09-07T22:47:00.003+08:00

She..

Chatted her up. Albeit online. 'I miss you sometimes' was replaced only with 'OK. Take care'.

Who am I fooling ? I've chosen to walk away and never look back. So that's that.

Though far as she may be, a second with her was all it takes for me to rekindle those ancient. folklores.

I hope in vain that she's the one, one day.

But who am I kidding ?

2011-09-06T23:50:00.004+08:00

Jdownloader.

I'm officially hating the software that used to be a darling, a life saver. I dunno why it's been throwing tantrums on me for the past few days. Why, because I was so persistent on finishing the Thor download ? Pfft.

The Darling it is, currently tormenting my sanity, turning every bytes of the computer into a lead and against me. Definitely not a company I want while muddling through the online business that I've just set up. Not a good company when trying to juggle in between blogs and tedious ads entries.

And to make things even lovelier, why not have Facebook throwing some confettis as well, right ? So yeah. Facebook had just done told me, smilingly, mind you - that my account has been disabled.

What a dick-fitting irony that the song I'm currently listening to is - Thank You by Alanis Morisette.

2011-09-05T21:24:00.002+08:00

Online Store.

Due to the high cost of living and the high demands that's required in order for me to take over the world I have finally embarked on an online business frenzy AND most important of all, due to my kind virtue, to ensure that my soon-to-be subjects shall not be deprived of their future leader. I hereby present to you;

I Can't Think of Any Catchy Names Online Store

Now go and fulfill your duty as a good citizen and like me on Facebook. Yes. Now.

2011-09-02T08:38:00.002+08:00

Aidilfitri 2011.

Celebrates Hari Raya even though I don't deserve Ramadhan.

2011-08-26T01:19:00.008+08:00

Megamind.

I wrote a few sentences. Albeit, controlled, suppressed. Just the way I don't like 'em. So here goes. A rewritten piece. 'Naked, vulnerable and..' OK you find that other word to complete the usual three-rule.

I loved every single thing about the movie. The fact that Will Ferrell act as the voice behind Megamind. The incredibly sexy, talented Tina Fey. And that oh-so charming smug smuck off arrogance from the City's saviour himself, played by Brad Pitt.

I've lost count actually, how many times have I wandered along the stretch of imaginary realm. Lost in child like fantasy - watching this movie. Over and over and over again. I can practically chuck out line after lines from this movie. Well, at least for the first 10-20 minutes. The extend of how quite an all-time favourited this movie is to me.

The point I'm arriving after much dilly dallying to is - I can relate. I can relate with Megamind on so many levels emotionally. Being the outcast, the least wanted pestilent creature. 'The screw-up, the black sheep, the bad boy' where 'fitting in wasn't really an option.'

While not exactly an outcast, I've always felt solitary, even in numbers I tend to go to that quiet corner of my mind and having a long, long conversation with myself.

Megamind wasn't half as bad as he tried so hard to potray, he was a child at heart, never really grew up while still having that one lifelong, unfulfilled desire to be accepted and validated as a member of the society. He was a genius. And often in the case of geniuses - we're the victim of our own intellect, misunderstood. Outcasted. For people grew paranoid of people who doesn't stick to the rules of norm.

He was deprived of home in his formative years. Where to be accepted was to be outcasted in itself. High security cell prison.

If anything, he viewed his arch nemesis, one Metroman as a friend more than anything he ever blurted out in public. For the only company he has is Minion.

I actually dunno where I'm going with this. So I'll end it here and I might edit it later.

Might not.

Megamind's awesome is all.

2011-08-23T04:57:00.003+08:00

Gameweek 2.

Haih nak belagak kat Facebook tak dapat pulak. What are the odds of 2 pages I frequent being inaccessible at an odd time like this ? Sheeshhhhhhhhhhhh.

United 3 - Spuds 0.

Welbeck, Anderson & Rooney.

=)

2011-08-21T15:39:00.003+08:00

Perspective.

"One sign of failure is the slowness in which a decision is reached & the quickness of which its changed.."

.. or something like that.

- Napoleon Hill, Think & Grow Rich

2011-08-15T03:13:00.005+08:00

Quote & Some Shits

"Champions find a way to win, losers find a way to whine.."

- Some ESPN Soccernet commentator.

Beautiful. Beautiful. More so to wipe that shit off your face. Liverpuke, Chelsea and Le' Arse all drew their games - thus the animosity.

We won. At Hawthorns no less. A sticky sticky place to come. Lucky they say. I say its the United's hallmark attribute at play yet again, the Never Say Die attitude.

United 2 - Albion Rugby Club 1

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

2011-08-14T03:11:00.003+08:00

"Yes Offense! Non Taken!"

Liverpuke drew their first game. What a joy. These are private thoughts I don't dare tell people to their face. Loads of my buddies are apparently coming from that wrong side of the globe. And a couple of closest relatives too. But I'll have fun throwing digs at them. Yes offense! Non taken.

hi hi hi hi

*menari 'sakitkan hati orang' ala-ala Lord Mitsusahahi*

2011-08-08T22:15:00.009+08:00

The 'Masukkan Entry' Post

Semenjak dua menjak tiga menjak ni. Malas gila nak masukkan entry. OK I'm actually stopping to ponder the phrase 'masukkan entry' as I'm typing. The redundancy of the irony. Masukkan entry. Well, skut that. I mean scrap that. Was looking for a word and ended up founding a fart instead.

So yeah, lately sangat la malas nak erm, 'masukkan entry' therefore, in the Malaysian spirit of 'goreng' time jawab soalan subjektif. This, the repetitive, redundant words & phrases shall I think, be the equivalent of an entry. To quench the thirst of the ever-loyal fans/stalkers/tits for the glimpses of genius residing behind the temple of my intellectually panoramic (read: large) forehead.

& oh we shut the trap up off our noisy neighbors whose greatest achievement, as they perceive, is eclipsing United's achievement - without bothering to actually inventing their own.

So here's the CommUnited Shield win for you fucken' Bitters out there.

2011-06-20T05:02:00.003+08:00

Stevie G's A Leader, He'd Be The First To Smell Pussy, Especially Rotten Ones.

This is old. I know. But I just hate Liverpool and of course the hatred could surge anytime it wants to fucken be. Even at 5.03 in the morning. Gerrad is a leader eh ? Yeah my ass. He was a leader who held his oh so beloved club at a ransom. Handing transfer request to move to Chelsea in Maurinho heydays at Stamford Bridge.

Leader my ass. So for every fingers pointed to Old Trafford in the direction of Rooney's saga is like a slap on your own stupid Scousers' face.

So before memory fades.. Let me just remind your stupid selves how much of cun- a leader he is. Don't thank me. I don't deserve such credit, for genius-ness is an everyday thing to me.

Gerrad, the cun-, leader I mean. (1)

Gerrad, the cun-, leader I mean. (2)

2011-06-13T18:18:00.002+08:00

Forgive But Never Forget. Yeah Rightttt!

Some people thought they're some hot shit when they say - They forgive but NEVER forget. Oh yeah, so do I.

You think for fucks do I care ?

2011-06-08T21:47:00.005+08:00

The Text Game.

Texted the 7. The 8.5 seems a No-Go. So lets go.

The MOST important thing is to pick yourself up, dust yourself down and sprint forth again - and again - and again.

"I hated every minute of training but I said don't quit, suffer now and live the rest of your life a Champion"

- Muhammad Ali

2011-06-07T22:14:00.003+08:00

8.5

I number closed a 8.5. Still haven't come back to Reality yet. Farhah is the name. Lets see..

2011-06-04T02:49:00.003+08:00

The Bucket List.

The picture looks almost if I was living up to my Bucket List. I guess that's the mental picture I have if I were to live up to my Bucket List.

2011-05-31T22:21:00.004+08:00

Au Revoir.

I was too preoccupied with the defeat to Barcelona to actually really realize a couple of hard-to-swallow facts. Van Der Sar has played his last match for the Old Trafford faithfuls and that the defeat was potentially the last game for our Ginger Prince.

Now they have all been confirmed. Our biggest fears.

VDS and Scholes have both retired in the same week I have yet to fully recover from the lost to Barcelona. This season has been a mixture of roller coasters.

Three of our most important if not legends, have been taken away from us, forever. On the football pitch at least. Neville led the way. Now 2 of his buddies have followed suit.

We, we are left with nothing but memories of the good old days.

Au revoir our folk heroes. This has been a week of hard to takes.

2011-05-29T14:03:00.002+08:00

Red. And Burning.

Another post not involving any flowery word processing procedures. This, directly from the temple where feelings reside in.

Now.

There's no shame in this defeat. United threw everything. Everything they fucken got. Forcing strings of excellent saves from Valdez. Well, with the 30% something posession of the ball. United played their hearts out and that's why it is even more gut wrenching than usual. It is to admit that Barcelona was simply the best team. By far and wide.

I guess this is the feeling of seeing your Loved Ones being handled, I dunno.

Fuck it.

2011-05-08T17:13:00.002+08:00

We Are Manchester United. We Do What We Want.

2011-05-02T20:30:00.007+08:00

Still Mourning.

I am aggrieved. It took a while to sink in. And when it does, I know I wasn't supposed to. But I couldn't halt it. My words fumbled in between sobs.

"Mak, Osama dah mati.."

Never met the man. Neither too privileged to. But shreds my heart to bits to hear the joyous celebrations in his demise. Even from the young Muslims side of the divide. Even from the supposedly learned. Their remarks.

I dunno much, how could I for this is His, The Almighty's business. But what I DO know is people like him. These selfless individuals who in their days fought like an unleashed lion and in the nights prayed for Syahid, these people, you wouldn't catch them adorning TIME's front page or being voted Persons of the Year et el.

They lived, at times having people wondering just what the hell is so wrong with him ? Why is he so poor ? They answered the calls of their Khaliq. They lived poor. Died impoverished. But in death they have, in finality so long after looking for it - The Martyrdom that so they crave ever since setting off from the wars they will never return from, so long as the Taghut, enemies of Allah roams free in the Muslims' lands. The land of our Prophet.

I know this from first hand, second, if you may. A cousin of my mom who fought against Nasara agressors. Came back and returned for more. And finally he returned home a blind man. Only this time the disability stopped him from returning. His life, materially, was nothing to be spoken of. He was poor. He was blind & on the run. His death, a beaut - in the arms of his Mother. And the numbers that show up for his final prayer, simply amazing for a man who was rarely home.

"We ask Allah for vistory, and we ask Allah to grant us Shahada', running TOWARDS Him, not AWAY from Him.." - Sheikh Osama Bin Laden

2011-05-02T14:13:00.006+08:00

The Day Osama Died.

Dead. Forgotten. Scorned.

Sad. Aggrieved.

The whole world is clapping at your paraded body.
Are you smiling ?
Looking down to us.
To the very least you have done your covenance.
Valiant.

Were you begulf with joy at the thought of meeting your Creator ?

I dunno about them.

But at the abyss of melancholy is where I -
Inside looking out.

Jazakallah.

Ya Mujaheedin. Ya Syuhada'.

"Think not of those who are slain in Allah's way as dead. Nay, they live, finding their sustenance in the presence of their Lord" (3:169)

2011-04-16T00:37:00.002+08:00

Uncertain Thoughts Over Certain Ramblings.

I want to do something BIG. I wanna achieve something. But God do I have tenacity to go all the way ? I want to want. I want to want something so badly that I'll do whatever it takes to achieve it. Odd this thing. Thinking that I would go half-way actually made me go half-way.

2011-04-14T20:38:00.002+08:00

Quotes.

"If you're going to tell lies that are going to be believed, then don't tell the truths that don't.."

- Tokugawa Ieyasu

2011-04-08T21:43:00.001+08:00

Attempt On Academic Writing. Pt I

And God, when you have a Blogger-type brain, this type of writing has done killing a couple hundreds of thousands of my brain cells today. And it was nobody's fault but mine. I have been blessed with TWO second chances. Hell who else besides me in the world is granted with more than one second chances. But I did. Somehow the lecturer, luckily has some soft spot for me. And WHO ELSE in the world is so messed up (but me) to take those second chances and almost blow it again out of proportion. Yes that's me. A semester's worth of writing compacted within a day. TODAY. To be exact. Sayang. Feel like I could have written so much more. But oh well, you get a day's worth of writing. Padan muka.

So here goes. And before it goes on killing spurrreeeee on your brain cells too, I advise you not to read the following 740-nothing words composition. A pathetic excuse for an academic writing if you ask me. (and of course, nobody's asking you).

2011-04-08T21:33:00.006+08:00

Attempt On Academic Writing. Pt II

BENEFITS OF HAVING PHYSICAL ACTIVITY PROGRAMS AT WORKPLACE TO ORGANIZATIONS

The idiom “work like a dog” used to be a term coined to those who work like there was no tomorrow. Contrastingly, unlike humans, dogs do not contract heart diseases or turn obese by simply working. Humans do. The working landscape has rapidly changed over the last couple of decades. Technological advancement has meant workers are faced with more and more intellectually demanding tasks every day. Naturally, sicknesses creep in and before we know it, employers are shoved with the daunting tasks of keeping their staffs’ morale up and coping with continuous absenteeism while prudentially spending on healthcare expenditures. Employers would do well to think of a more cost effective way to do this with one swoop; namely by promoting Physical Activity Programs in the workplace.

There is a link between employees’ motivation to better perform and a healthy lifestyle. As the saying goes, “you can take a horse to the water but you cannot force it to drink – it will only drink if it’s thirsty”. Motivation is attributed to why people act the way they do, what spur them on. It has little to do with external stimuli and is all about unfulfilled desires. It is well documented that gains in energy expenditure have positive effects on physical health and psychological well being (Lane and Lovejoy, 2001; Kahn et al., 2002). Energetic people are happy people and people in gay spirits have much less unfulfilled wishes. Physical activities such as stairs climbing for an instance, provides just that, the much needed energy build up. It is as simple as physical activities go, and is one activity that should be encouraged among workers. An easy activity and many a times incidental on employees’ part (Yu et al., 2003), stairs climbing offers a luxury of health benefits to the cardiovascular system. It is so easy that neither rigorous plans nor excessive execution are needed to execute stairs climbing. It is calorie blasting made easy. What could possibly be more motivating than feeling good about ourselves?

A survey carried out by the United Kingdom Chartered Institute of Personnel Development (CIPD) indicated that the average level of sickness absence is 9.1 working days per working year. An estimated £ 588 per employee annually. Physical activity could not play a more integral part in promoting workplace health than this whereby it plays a significant role in the prevention and reduction of chronic diseases (US Department of Health and Human Services, 1996) and importantly, reducing the number of absenteeism among employees. Activities such as 10,000 steps per day is an ideal method of sustaining good health and prevention of potential risk factors for chronic malady (Chan et al.,2004; Tudor-Locke and Bassett, 2004). It is surprisingly easy to reach the 10,000 goal, just by adding another 30 minutes of brisk walk on top of our “routine” walks would amount to the ideal 10,000 steps. Walk on. Hopefully it will not lead us to clinics asking for sick leaves.

Staff turnover can be painful to employers, the idea of retraining staffs does not bode well with the fact that we are in the age where everything is required at the snap of our fingers. And shockingly, it could be deadly expensive as well. According to Maggie McPhillips-Jacka and Paul Quinn of Quinntessential, (Staff Turnover Cost. Retrieved April 8, 2011, from http://www.exitinterviews.com.au/staff-turnover.htm), staffs turnover could cost employers up to 150 percent of a person’s annual salary. Henceforth, the significance of having carefully crafted fitness programs in the workplace. A well designed fitness program increases the attractiveness of the organization as a prospect for would-be employees. Various aspects should be considered when planning for the programs though; the chief factor being the level of challenge employees would have to tackle. Gradually increasing the degree of challenge keeps the fun going. For so long as it is enjoyable to the participating workforce, a happy and a healthy environment is surely nurtured for the workplace. Employers then will not be left “tearing their hair out” trying to figure up ways to solve the staff turnover problems.

Ultimately, mental and physical health should not be viewed in financial terms. There would never be a price tag for healthiness, as there will never going to be a substitution for a healthy and happy life. Hence, irrespective of employers’ involvements, total fitness should be viewed as a priority for each and everyone of us, moreover when you are in a work force – and ageing.

2011-04-07T04:44:00.003+08:00

Karma, Karma

Dear Karma, why are you such a bitch ? Haha. Nice one at the Bridge. Chelsea was't complaining when we were wrongfully treated so pardon me for not shedding a single tear when the goings weren't blowing your way. So long sucker. And God I hate that pig-ugly Dogba and his Fernando 'How's My Blusher' Torres. Nice yellow there little diving fucker.

Fuck you. Fuck all you.

2011-04-05T22:12:00.003+08:00

Randomly Strange, Strangely Random.

You know what women are so good at ? They make you guess till you split your head wide open. And you still don't get it.

2011-03-28T20:08:00.002+08:00

Quotes Time.

"Go home Frank. Go where to be born is to be equal. The children of Mexico are not yet so lucky."

- Pancho Villa, And Starring Pancho Villa As Himself

2011-03-22T01:45:00.003+08:00

Panas Hati

Its 1.45 a.m. And am supposed to be fast asleep now. But am not. United is lucky. United is crap. IF Chelshit didn't have that mid season slump, IF Arsenal didn't this, IF Liverpool didn't have that owner bla bla bla bla. Point is you are basing your arguments on how many IFs were there ? And those are some pretty big IFs.

And guess what ? United had all the IFs in the world to feel sorry for ourselves but crux of the matter is that we lick our own wounds and march on. Whereas fragile and the ever young teams like Arsenal keep coming with list of injured players as ever loyal excuses on why is the trophy cabinet still empty after 6 years. Whereas Chelsea had that mid season slump bla bla bla, we won games regardless of the manner in which points were secured, regardless of primadonas-deprived this team is, they fight. They fight through gritted teeth and sheer fucking determination that will burn the likes of Spuds and L'Arse with mere proximity alone.

And that is the mark of Champions.

But of course you have to be there first to have those. But you haven't. So keep talking - and until the fat lady sings - why don't you sore losers sing in her stead ?

"We're United. We do what we want."

2011-03-14T23:17:00.003+08:00

Sunami.

"Klu boleh elak keluar wktu hujan. radio aktif sempena SUNAMI d jepun" -

Reads Mak's SMS. To think that a couple of years ago she would throw the phone away when it rang to now, her,using such sophisticated shortforms is some amazing stuffs.

But still Sempena. And SUNAMI ? That's just too cute. Haha.

Sayang Mak.

2011-03-13T10:30:00.005+08:00

Malaysian Prime Media Mocking The Japanese Tsunami Catastrophe

To think that these are the very same person we entrusted to educate the thiking of our citizens makes me shudder in anxiety of the nation's futures.

2011-03-12T11:59:00.002+08:00

Quotes.

"You write your first draft with your heart, rewrite it with your head.."

- William Forrester, Finding Forrester.

2011-03-10T20:17:00.005+08:00

Just The Way You Are

"Cute warna baju tu.."

"Warna baju je ke ?"

Don't temp me.

When was it ? That seeing you has become a treat I can't get enough of. I was stealing peeks and didn't know you were watching. A brief smile was what we traded when we caught each other's glance. Sighs. So much to say yet we settle for mere smiles when I swear I could've hugged you coz you looked so adorable.

Her in her dark greenish blue.

2011-03-07T22:03:00.002+08:00

The Train's Leaving -

If. Even IF I ever find ways to forgiveness
I doubt that it will ever lead me to you

We in spite of everything
Despite anything
We. Have nothing but only.
Love for you.

Unconditional.
Abandoned have you
of possibly the only souls
that care to tissue your tears
& bear fist to your fears

And now you swarm yourself with Vipers
And we are but potrait
Monotonous.

Ones you hang often and peek seldom.
Like all distant memories.

2011-03-07T01:29:00.004+08:00

Edit - 1.29 AM

I'm feeling restless. Despite making peace with the fact that the better team won the match today. I dunno what is keeping my eyelids from closing up.

Worried about Nani's injury scare.

Stomach tied to a knot about how will the team take it from here. From these back to back defeats.

Sick about the possibility of United not likely gonna spend for another one or two creative outlets instead of just Nani.

There's nothing merely entertainment about this beloved team of mine - Its all personal. Too personal for my liking. But what do I do. United were my first love.

2011-03-07T00:14:00.002+08:00

I Dunno For Fucks, Seriously.

Another unbearable defeat. Its anyone, ANY FUCKIN' ONE but The Dippers. I dunno how I'm still cool enough not to lose my head and blog this shit up. I guess me being the unrealistically optimistic being I am - I dunno how the hell did I see them, but I alas, I do - some positives to be taken from the game that lots of so called 'die-hard' United fans are quick to point at how lazy and couldn't give a shit the players on the pitch today.

On the contrary I saw lots of passion, lots of fighting spirit from the lads and I am proud. The future is bright. If you look at how Chicarito never gave up trying to find space and how Rafael reacted in the face Kuyt and Skrtel cunts hovering over his vertically-challenged stature - I can take comfort in that. Lots of these players aren't even 22 yet.

I dunno how the fuck am I still able to smile at this.

2011-03-05T14:31:00.005+08:00

I Dunno For Fucks

The defeat to Chelsea still hurts like hell. Not less because the manner in which it was inflicted. Referee having an extra say on which direction shall the game be shifted towards. A less than dubious penalty, failure to warrant any reds when it should and happily waving the exit to our Capitane, the rock-solid Vidic - and in turn causing him to miss such an important fixture at Anfield.

You name it. I feel like twisting a knife on his thigh for inflicting United such a heavy price we shouldn't have to pay in the first place.

Fuck you Martin Atkinson. Fuck you.

Just got up from quite a severe fever, luckily it wasn't as near to dengue as Mak would always point to in the face of us being struck by sudden fevers. I guess its the paranoia you live in when seeing your neighbours or your distant neighbours succumb to the pandemic.

A friend said that my fever was due to United losing at Stamford Bridge. I dunno whether I should be happy or sad. Happy for its like my fate is intertwined with United. Sad because, what else other than United losing at the hands of such a bitter rival in such demoralizing manner.

Fever within this period would also mean I turned 27 wrapped in blazing heat though not less were the celebrations that entail. Endless calls, show ups and treats were received. And from the bottom of my heart thank you.

And Her. She doubled the surprise by first showing up (literally) at my doorstep with a gift - albeit with a little clatters between her lower and upper jaws' teeth, worried of improper timing and my parents' reception. Second with a card & a jar of chocolate. =)

In all my thankfulness, United winning at Stamford Bridge was my biggest wish but I guess that's just too much to ask for after a somewhat perfect 27th birthday. Thenceforth the Premier League run is split wide open again for Arsenal to grab their momentums and take it from here, and off us. =(

God am I worried like hell.

2011-02-20T00:03:00.004+08:00

A Scam Story That Went Awry

A scam story that wasn't really:

SMS to my Father reads:

"Ini ayah, tlong bagi credit MEXIS 30RM ke nombor baru ayah 017-*** ****, ayah lagi ada masalah kat balai Police tak payah caal. sekejep ayah call."

And this was his reply:

"Ayah saya baru SMS dari dalam kubur - dia kata semayang jangan tinggal & jangan tipu orang.."

ha-ha.

2011-02-13T07:46:00.005+08:00

Fantastic Rooney's Goal vs. City & The Bench Went Totally Mental In Celebration

creds: The Republic of Mancunia

2011-02-13T01:30:00.002+08:00

Grinning from this to another ear. heeeeeeeee heeeeeeeeeeeee heeeeeee. Singing this aloud - albeit in my thoughts.

Go fuckyourselves you Bitter Twat,

Keep that fugly Argie off us.

Oh hell. 34 coming to 35 years.

Muha muha muha muha muha haha haha. Its a laugh I invented when winning against Citeh. The so called new powerhouse. Ha ha!

United 2 Blue Bitters 1

Go fuck yourselves cunts.

2011-02-12T20:28:00.006+08:00

Acid Test.

Didn't feel like blogging. But I thought it proper to have a word or 2 before the game kicks off at 8.45 Malaysian time. So that I'd have the bragging right of telling you - 'I said so!'. That I-Said-So expression is, erm.

But what the hell do I say anyways ? I'm just anxious of what could be. And I'm afraid that my weekend will be ruined again (read: Molineux. last week. fuck).

I think if we win the scorers will be among Berbatov or Chicarito. Although that's more like wishful thinking if you were gonna start to analyst the probability using probablity calculator. And heck I don't even know what I've just said, just typing along and popping up whatever that comes to mind now.

Just the extend of how nervous and anxious I am about this Manchester derby.

The game is so important for us, not less to even City's title chase, top 4 chase whatever because how this game results will reflect on how we pick ourselevs from such demoralising defeat against Wolves in Sheepish clothes. And how we pick ourselves up against the backfrop of such defeat will distinguish Champions from losers. It starts off now. The making of Champions or breaking of losers.

I hope the lads are in the mood to crush those Stockport bitter twats and hand their asses to them on a platter.

So bring on Citeh!

2011-02-06T06:02:00.003+08:00

First Defeat of The Season.

The week's end turned out to be the world's end. Well not quite. Its just. Sighs. Depressing. Hopefully we'll pick ourselves up and handles the upcoming matches with characters that have defined United throughout the years. Its make or break. And if we're not up to it, the season could just be in jeopardy.

Its just a wrong wrong time to start dropping off points when Chelshit and Pool are gaining their momentums. And we still have a couple of tough away fixtures to attend to. Pool, Asenal, Chelshit twice and The Bitters albeit at home. If that's to console our hearts.

C'mon United.

B.E.L.I.E.V.E

Wolves 2 - United 1. Sighssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

2011-02-04T18:36:00.002+08:00

"Gary Neville Is A Red, He Hates Scousers" - Part IV

Gary Neville - One of us. A blog author said. It made sense. No wonder United fans love him so much. Because he is that one dude you see going totally mental besides you in a match when United scored a late winner or a life saver.

He is a fan. Albeit privileged enough to play for a team he supported as a kid. And somehow grounded enough not to take it for granted.

I'm teary all over again.

I love you Gary man.

2011-02-04T09:19:00.005+08:00

"Gary Neville Is A Red, He Hates Scousers" - Part III

2nd to None.

Tearfully Melancholic.

2011-02-03T20:50:00.005+08:00

"Gary Neville Is A Red, He Hates Scousers" - Part II

Just watched Neville's tribute video at United's official site. Makes me sad all over again. The above picture was one of the most ecstasy-filled moments I've had as a United fan. Gary, wearing his heart on his United sleeve went totally berserk when Paul Scholes headed the winner at Wastelands, Manchester City. And at 90++ minutes. What beauty.

But I won't be seeing the back of this great man again, at least not as a United player no more.

What is this melancholic feeling clawing the clusters of my thought ? Gutted. Fucken' gutted.

2011-02-03T12:06:00.003+08:00

Quote of The Day.

"You're too ugly not to be smarter!"

- Some Sports Director Guy, Life As We Know It.

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh

2011-02-03T08:42:00.004+08:00

"Gary Neville Is A Red, He Hates Scousers"

Legend you'll always be, Gary.

GNev is retiting from football. This. Is. Such. A. Sad day.

2011-02-02T11:46:00.002+08:00

Last Night..

I dreamed of you..

- & I missed United vs. Villa match. Sighs.

2011-01-30T11:40:00.004+08:00

Its That Quote Time of The Year Again.

"Buat baik berpada-pada, buat jahat - jangan KANTOI!"

- Seorang lelaki kanchak lagi gagah perkasa.

2011-01-26T05:46:00.003+08:00

'Cause We Are Manchester Fuckin' United.

Read bitches. Manchester United. 2-0 down. 3-2 win. Dimitar Berbatov. I couldn't stop loving this guy. Chicarito, what fuckin' else could I say that haven't been said yet about our Little Pea.

Maybe the run through of the match later. Just too overcome with emotions right now.

Manchester United. We never die.

2011-01-25T22:12:00.002+08:00

Suka =)

2011-01-25T14:10:00.003+08:00

Its You.

Funny how I still got these little tingly chill when you pass and our eyes met, stealingly, for a few splitted seconds.

Vain. But & I hope.

2011-01-22T15:55:00.005+08:00

Lazy's Saturday & Genting's Sexy.

genting. hepi. :D

Lazy, lazy, lazy Saturday. Not quite familiar. But here I am. One professional pending and another educational. Assignment. And one Minutes of Meeting in preparation for Monday's Executive meeting. Not one word. Not a single idea how to start. And no visualization whatsoever of the end-product. God helyep me!

Oh, and another - Genting is just sexy. Just the way She was a coupla years back.

2011-01-17T02:31:00.004+08:00

Manchester United: 10-Man Heroics!

Superb, commanding performance from our new capitane. Nemanja Vidic. What a rock he's been for us. 10 men after Rafael has been quite unfairly dismissed for an accidental nudge. But our response, the Never-Say-Die attitude that has been the hallmark of United for years. Not a sight to behold since I was a sanity away from jumping off my seat every time the ball floats around our 3-yard box, but what brave performance.

As I've been saying the current team is not superb, world-class superstars they aren't - but a fighter, every single one of them. And that I find very, very hard not to endear.

United. For life.

Results: United 0 Spurs 0, White Hart Lane. Couldn't ask for more. More so with less a man.

2011-01-15T09:22:00.005+08:00

Alif Ya Lam . Jim Sin . Ba Ya . Fa Ro' Ya Nun .

Yesterday. She texted. NMNC.

2011-01-08T08:09:00.006+08:00

Ahead of United Game Against Liverpool

Dimitar Berbatov's first hatrick for United. United player's first against Pool for 64 years. Not to mention the manner of which the goals were executed. Touches of class.

2011-01-05T21:31:00.004+08:00

Aliens Exist!

Well if not how else do you explain the result of the inquest of Teoh Beng Hock's death: He neither committed suicide nor was he murdered.

I guess they do exist, don't they ? Parents watch your kids!

2011-01-04T13:19:00.003+08:00

Sighs.

On top of having multiple URGENT workload at the same time and the ever bugging HQ people breathing down my neck for their petty reports. Now 5S. Seriously. What the. Does it look like we have some spare time to you ? Oh as a matter of I do. I just blogged.

Arghhhhhhhh tensennya.

p/s: BG is back. Euw.

*wiping the screen off the green puke*

2011-01-04T00:34:00.004+08:00

27.Well, Literally.
Current Listen: Bondan Prakoso & Fade 2 Black - Ya Sudahlah.mp3

gambar hiasan =)

Well, as always. I'm always the last one to come and say Hello and by the time I realize its really time to go in with a bang - its almost always, too late. But I guess not this time, not too late I guess. Wishing 2011 a safe journey on her fourth day. :P

Hi 2011.

And gosh. The number grows as rapid as the line on my waist, everyday. And I finally, painstakingly arrived. Wait. Arrived ? But where you might ask. (oh well lets just pretend that you did ask even though both you and me know - nobody gives 2 flying fucks, right ? :P)

Well. I wanna get married. Well thank God I'm normal. Have always felt that I'm not there yet. Just not there yet. Always a little short - materially and mentally. But now the feeling's there. Distant though it might be, but deep in the far corner of my heart. There reside these feelings of wanting to settle down. Have a family and someone to really look after and of course being looked after.

OK I should really stop before I age before my time. Starting to sound like a lonely old man now.

Huffin' & puffin' - chiow.

2011-01-01T23:46:00.002+08:00

Achilles Heel That Is West Brom

A game that got me on the edge of my seat throughout both halfs. United were lucky to get away with all 3 points in a tough tough away game. Albeit with a bit of luck. Who would've thought Brom, a team we were beating 5 - 0 a couple of seasons back has now emerged as our Achilles Heels. I was breathing relief after the final whistle. Indicating just how that game could have gone either way.

Shit United is really causing me heart attacks with the way way too ugly football they're playing right now.

2011-01-01T02:54:00.002+08:00

Backpacking: Day 2

2010-12-28T22:57:00.002+08:00

Backpacking: Day 1

2010-12-27T16:48:00.004+08:00

All The Reasons To Be Happy.

Currently backpacking Northward and United won one of the very few games I missed watching. Dimitar Berba on the score sheet again! Yay! :D

2010-12-16T12:11:00.004+08:00

My first serious b&w edit. hope you like it as much as i do.

2010-12-14T13:12:00.004+08:00

Deluded, Disgraceful Arsenal Fans.

I'm sorry. I'm just sorry but I just gotta go out on a limb here. But the rants of 'fluke goal', 'paid referee' and that 'United isn't very good' don't win you games you fucker. People have been talking about how weak and supposedly exposed United is all season long. But we're still unbeaten in the League. And you motherfuckers are just limp on your dick for not being able to crush the apparently 'isn't very good' United team then.

The 'isn't very good' remark is what gets me on my nerve so much. Fuck you bunch of deluded cockneys. And in the famous words of my friend -

'You aint Peter Pan and this aint Neverland'

Keep on massaging that ego while we fondle the trophies.

2010-12-14T07:04:00.003+08:00

The Morning Where Park Is Sung.

the author: in the search of gleeful definition

Park Ji Sung loathes Arsenal. There he was again flinching a header past debutant Arsenal goalie. United 1 - Arsenal 0. Perhaps I need to say more, but I'm content - for now.

Gleeful. Just gleeful.

2010-12-10T22:39:00.007+08:00

Oh What A Feeling!

pic possibly related & the author might be feeling something like this.

Oh what a feeling. To be signing off from a damn fuckin hectic week. Not to mention signing off from the people who, I loath, just by a mere thought of. OK, those are the 6 most space consuming words of my life.

Why ruin a good weekend to come for the likes. OK. Another life shortening span of words. Enough.

I'm happy.

1. Training Course in Labuan 16-17 Dec.
2. Backpacking Up Yours The 24-29 Dec.

Oh what a feeling. :D

And this. I dedicate this to one of the fiercest rivalries in modern football. Lets toast it up for United & Arsenal. Both great teams with great histories. And 2 of the most respectable figures in English Premier League - Sir Alex Ferguson & Arsene Wenger.

Match is gonna happen Dec 13. I am not really optimistic about the fixture but excited nonetheless.

2-1 win for United. I hope. I sincerely hope. Pretty please ? :|

2010-12-09T17:20:00.005+08:00

Backpacking Travel

Just so sexcited by this backpack travel plan - Up Yours! err, I mean up North!

p/s: Will come back with the travel's tid bits later!

p/s/s: Can't help but notice the bimbo-ness tendencies in my recent posts. But eff it! (you know just to complete the whole bimbo-ism innuendo)

2010-12-07T21:45:00.008+08:00

Paradox. Just Paradox -
Nota Kaki: How in the hell can someone be in love with someone but wishes to hate her all the same ?

I just couldn't see her. Again. It all falls back to the same pattern. Now I couldn't forget the smile. The carefree laughter, the adventurousness - and am sorry, the slight, unintentional, innocent touches. She's just damn good.

I avoided contacts for a few brief weeks, and now I'm not sure anymore.

I love you Goddamnit. I fuckin' love you. And thank God, I'm alive. This feeling. This urge tells me so.

I love you IMC.

2010-12-07T00:32:00.003+08:00

Its That Movie Quote Time Again.

"But I know I'll see you again. This side or the other."

- Doug McRay, The Town.

Schweeeeet.

2010-12-05T13:11:00.011+08:00

..of Windows, In-Laws & Wives.

Forgive me XP-tan I know I've been bad. Please take me back. =(

I officially hate Windows 7 by now. It practically blocks out any attempts it deem 'delinquency' therefore leaving me feeling I have no control over my PC. Its the feeling you husbands felt when your lovely mother in laws dip their hands in every family pies that were supposed to be you and and your wife's for the telling.

Yeah, it exerts that kind of feeling.

Now I miss the good ol' XP who is stuck with a polygamous husband but one who never complains. Instead she serves her husband obediently - with a smile. Never resisting, never talking back.

Pardon the all too appropriate analogy. And please don't mistake it for male-chauvinism, I love women.

2010-12-05T01:30:00.008+08:00

Weddings.

pixies might somehow be related =)

Just got back from an old friend's wedding down in Semenyih. The journey was rough - on my Kancil. The road was cracked all over the place I thought a hormone strung adolescent's face could have been better.

Everything changes at a pace I'm afraid to admit. I can't keep up. Old friends became fathers, mothers. It seems like it was just yesterday that we were punished to do frog leaps at the mercy of the whole school occupants' humor. And how she was pulled out from the 'delinquent' bunch by our ever so caring homeroom teacher alleging that she had ... "Kamu tak payah buat. Kamu sakit jantung kan ?" when in truth, her father had told the teacher that she had actually contracted 'RESDUNG' .

Wargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh kargh. Seriously WHAT THE FUCK.

Jantung dengan Resdung ? That was Jupiter - Mars distant man. Adeh. We couldn't help but laugh our asses off when we talk about the stuff. But that was back then. But now what remains is the specter of the past threatening to surface at moment of solitary.

Sighs. Why the hell does it come out so melancholic ?

Guess I'm getting old. I should better start practicing the dry cough sound, the hallmark of - Respect comes with Age.

*cough*cough*

2010-12-04T01:52:00.003+08:00

The 10sighs Post

I'm just sad. :(

Keadaan di ofis tidak cukup dengan keje yang aku tak suka tapi kene buat sebab boss specifically mentioned my name for the person he wanted on the scope. Not to mention the rambling of the ever-unappreciative co-workers.

I don't like what I'm doing and what a good feeling it is to know that you're being hated on because of something you were forced to like. Give me a break. I don't like what I do and its just too damn bad that I'm good at it while you suck at practically everything that were laid your way. Tough luck Piggy.

And what is sadder even is that you're MY superior. And for you to be dwelling on petty stuffs like 'bos puji this or that person' makes me shrug at the thought of the future of this company. Small minds just don't fit into the bigger picture. Get Management101 you fat pig.

God I hate you with a passion.

2010-12-03T12:13:00.003+08:00

Draft. A Little Story About Not So Little Fat Pig.

There was once a Fat so Pig. They called her Huge. No she wasn't from any descendants of Mark Hughes, the Manchester United great whatsoever. And you're mightily mistaken if you would think that she's a cute cuddly black pig a la Ryoga.

And this is a draft. Rest assured I shall come back and and cum at the back of your mind.

2010-12-02T00:16:00.007+08:00

Get Off Your High Horses Malaysians.

Humanity who ? Malaysians are so full of rhetoric it makes my inside feels like its tied to a knot. Humanitarian effort here, Mercy there - When foreign workers are being raped in our OWN BACKYARD.

Seriously, why bother sending fleet of ships 100 miles away when foreigners are being treated like 2nd class human being on our own soil ? Drain them dry, put them to work double time, then you send them back to their homes using the oh-so legal way through immigration gateway because why ? - They didn't have any valid travel documents when you were the ones who hired them in the first place.

How did these animals escape unscathed and these immigrants sent back without question ? How fucked up of a logic is that ? Are we so blind that we cannot see this happening in our own backyard ? Are our law experts so dumb not to see this loophole being manipulated by these fucking bastardized leeches ? And are we so inhumane to let these starving HUMAN BEINGS conned into working without being paid ?

OR ARE THEY SIMPLY LESS HUMAN THAN US HIGH HORSE RIDING MALAYSIANS full of Godly rhetoric ?

Malaysia hold so much to answer for.

2010-12-01T12:37:00.003+08:00

4-0 Demolition.

Babi. If you were gonna lose, why THE scoreline ? What THAT scoreline ? What the fuck. I cannot bear to read the quick analysis because it would end up sounding like anal-is-this. Whose ? Ours. Seriously what the fuck I held back to look at the results expecting to see some youngsters on the score sheet and ended up being sick to my stomach looking at the whore shit.

Now I don\t even have the appetite to reply my superoprs' email. And I leave the miospell all uncorrected so that I'd get a clerarr picture of my feelings whdn it finally sibdisde. subside.\\

No fuyck you, you.