Sunday, March 15, 2009
:) Man United’s defeat
current mood: sore
I have never been sorely disappointed by a single game that came down as a trashing. I must admit that I am not a die-hard-fan or the number-one-fan; nevertheless my whole life I stayed true to one club. Only one; Manchester United.
Maybe it was not our luck, maybe we were too confident.
I was screaming my lungs out and had my voice box on the edge on my throat on that first goal. Subsequently, I spent nearly 60 minutes later cursing and swearing, hoping and praying. The yellows, the misses, the sloppy ball, the RED, the defeat. Finally, the whistle blew, we loss.
FOUR-one is simply pathetic. Agree?
On a lighter note, I spent the day out with the family. The fourth one turned 9 today and the fifth one insisted on cutting 2 cakes. Had loads to eat, I’m turning rounder.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZZUL HAQ. (:
UNO, I’ve missed you so much. MEET ME. HEEHEE. (:
Dear world, I miss familiar faces, roundabouts and sunshine. The dampen weather tonight just gives an impression that this night is lonelier than it seems. & I miss MBF most. ):
`fimaaa
❤ imperfectly written at 12:52 AM
