Monday, February 27, 2006
I'm not going to be mediocre anymore.
Because I don't have to.
Man U 4 Wigan 0.
So we win the Carling Cup. Formerly known as the Worthless cup. Well, at least that's one more trophy than Liverpool and Arsenal are gonna get this season. Nyahahaha.
The United players all wore white tribute shirts to Smithy when they went up to receive the trophy. So that's Gary Neville's first time holding a silverware aloft, and (definitely) not the last. Weee.
So the mission now is to finish Second, to get the automatic Champions League place, and more importantly to finish higher than Liverpool. Chelsea can have the trophy this year, I guess.
" Ooh, the Wigan defence are brilliant! "
Steve McMahon, before the Carling Cup Final.
No seriously he's been on ESPN for at least 3 weeks now and I'm growing to think with every passing matchday that he's .... Biased, forces his opinions. Nothing I hate more than people who value their opinions so much more than other people's. Wish Shebby Singh would reappear and give him a good scolding. That's what happened the last time they were both on anyway. Good ol Shebby. :D Oh yes and Viv Anderson is making a guest appearance, what a treat! He's a really refreshing pundit, very honest and balanced. Him and McMahon have been arguing quite a bit, but then again Viv was a United and Arsenal man while McMahon played for Liverpool. Bound to happen.
Eh. A levels looming nearer. The results, I mean. I need at least one A. If not a bit pai-seh. That's all I ask for, please please please!
Friday, February 24, 2006
Headed for mediocrity ...
So after weeks of speculation MOE finally decides to kindly let us know when our futures will be revealed to us. It's a bit cruel, dont you think... I mean if you screw up one exam your 'prospects' are dimmed. Doesn't help that everything needs a minimum grade in some national exam. 10 years' time you need 4 A level passes to clean toilets.
2 years ago, National Exam. I was up there.
Now, I'm piss nervous. I'm gonna be mediocre this time.
Mediocre.
On another note, Just had this conversation on MSN. If you can't guess who Quel-Droma is then it doesn't matter.
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
LUKAS GOT GF!!!
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
i did
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
i offered alot of sex
Gabriel says:
LOL
Gabriel says:
LUKAS?
Gabriel says:
SEX?
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
yah!
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
wtf!!!
Gabriel says:
you offer(ed) him?
Gabriel says:
YUCK
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
I OFFERED ______ (name deleted ... )
Gabriel says:
YOU OFFERED LUKAS LOTS OF SEX
Gabriel says:
hahaha
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
oh fuck u
Gabriel says:
oh gosh, not me too!
Quel-Droma - the boys of 502. says:
fuck u
Gabriel says:
Give it up!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Wow. Ran 2.4km for the first time since.. July?
Clocked in at 16 min and a few seconds. Bloody impressive. *coughcough* That may have just earned me a girl's pass.
Damn. "Long way to go". Hahaha. Those were the exact words of the gym instructor guy there. Lol. I replied with a pant and a nod of the head.
Budak Pantat tomorrow. Pantai, sorry. Budak Pantai. Yes. Hmm. Should be good.
Liverpool lost 2-0 to Charlton! "5 minutes of madness", said Rafa.
O levels out tomorrow. I wish I could retake my O levels. Heck, I REALLY wish I could retake my A levels. Grr. Wonder if it's (A results) coming same time as before or next week or something, or never.
This may shock you, but apparently, in Russia, they drink Vodka like water.
Yeah, in the mouth, down the throat.
Freaky huh?
Sunday, February 05, 2006
"Sends backaches down my spine, my body's aching all the time..."
Been going to the gym last few days. Bloody hell. Forty year old aunties owning me on the cross-trainer, fifty year old uncles lifting weights twice as heavy as mine. Embarassing. Never thought I could ever be this thick-skinned and just carry on my work out without increasing the weights' ... weights. Better shame than pain. :D
Neh'mine, slow and steady, can orredy.
Sweeping can be very therapeutic. Seeing all the dust coming together, coagulating (?) into a nice, fine mesh of hair, dust, specks of crap and other associated funnies. Then you sweep them up into the dustpan, and send them into oblivion. Ah. It's like fighting a war, it is. A war against an invisible enemy, without shape or a face, that will strike viciously and at the heart of our great domestic stronghold. Bloody terrorists.
Maybe sweeping could be more satisfying if my mother didn't have to force me to do it. Hmmmm.
Hmm. Body aching. Feels good, in a way. Hmm.
Man U winning, but not very impressive. Hmm.
At least we're scoring goals, and maybe we're leaking all those goals cos' we have two spanking new defenders. Hmm.
Looking at the rate we're going (and the goals we're scoring), and the rate Evra and (Especially) Vidic are settling in, we should be fine in a while. Hmm.
Looking in good shape to whoop Liverpool. At least we're scoring goals. Unlike the Liverpool strikers. Ommmmm.....
Bring it on!
"Goodbye, Liverpudlians, we've got to go! Gotta beat you down and gun for Number Twoooooo....
Rafaaaaa Ooooooooh.. Didn't mean to make you cry. D'you sometimes wish you never came here at alllll????"
I'm going nuts.
