oh my, i think my butt has H1N1. i fart like 4598346598347598379 times a day.

this week has been exhausting. and alot of feelings i cant describe.
never-mind, i can do it! i hope.

and school havent even re-started!

i don't feel like tomorrow. help, anyone?

i need the voice to guide me again.

goodness me, Real and City are spending crazy money!
the 200 million euros war chest just sound absurd to me, really.
and Abu Dhabi and its 500 million euros are just mental.

is that what champions are made of? gold stack on top of one another?
i don't see that happening in the past, nor the present. i don't think that
will be the price to pay for championship in the future.

sure you can have the likes of Kaka and Ronaldo in your club, but will it
make a team? you can create an attacking frontline with stacks and stacks
of cash, but what are you really cashing on?

final words, you can buy star players with all the money in the world, but you
can't buy a championship winning team with them.
a winning team is made up of years of love and labour. overnight cash cannot do magic.

next season's a spicy!




i can't forget. can somebody tell me why? just a little you in my inbox can change my mood today!

suddenly i want the man u poster. but, ah well, nevermind i'm careless to lose it.
what's new? i lost something again! it's very fustrating i can't find it anywhere.
it's okay this is what i'm good at. losing things, destroying things.

so really, what's new? damn, maybe they should blame me on something else.
like the man who died in the car crash.
like everybody's results.
like judgement day. yeah, what about that? that's new.

hold your tongue, i thought. i speak this way beacuse i'm just depressed.
yeah, maybe. maybe it's really all my fault.


2 goals in 2 games today. i should kick more. makes me feel better.




your hands are mine to hold.
no more. all because of stubborness and hasty decisions.

i don't hate. you have to listen to your heart, not the people around you, not your fatigue.
i know we'll be there. you know it too.


Going Back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move.
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand,
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke, I'm just a broken hearted man.
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be.
Thinkin' maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet.
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street.

by chaos theory, i would have probably killed 22 million people by now,
so i thought, yeah maybe i deserve this.

or maybe im being overpunished. yeah, i am.




it's like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, only to find that winter's not
gone yet. dramatic change just to get freeze to death. worth it?

i thought i did it you know; stopped turning to my mobile too often, stop picking
up my phone, stop walking that extra mile with you then walk back home again.
you just dont see it.

if dogs are ranked bellow dying butterflies then maybe i'm one of them.
stop being paranoid. i obey.
change of concept needed. i changed.
give me space. i heel.

everything you wanted i could be, so what now?
stop being paranoid? it's an uncontrollable emotion, for pete's sake!
just like jealousy. yet, i'm already halfway there.


this pendulum swings to you. but whatever you do to it will eventually
swing back to me. you didn't keep your promises and you didn't change much.
but that's okay. that's okay