If you were watching Saturday night's match, and was supporting Arsenal, just like the rest of The Gooners, you would've been frustrated. Even if you weren't supporting either side, and was neutral about the game, you would've felt what every other Gooner felt. Frustration, anger...and every other synonym you can think of.
Since taking a sudden interest in Soccer, this match was for me the most emotional match yet. Then Nick looks to me and says, "Welcome to being an Arsenal fan. This is what it feels like." It was painful for some reason and I was finding it hard to let go. Rushing to my computer to see what everyone else thought about the match on Newsnow.com, I felt a little better...that is until...
I stumbled upon Man United's (which will only be known as Manure for now) offical website and I was grossed out. Disgusted by the way the fans were, the team, Rooney and Fletcher in particular, and the much talked about Sir Fergie.
Was it just me or was Mike Dean a little (very much!) biased? To make matters worst, Dean has been a childhood fan of Manure? (Well, I kinda got that off Wikipedia...but I'd like to keep it this way) It doesn't take a professional to realise that the game was a little bit biased. Even I (being a nobody when it comes to Soccer) could sense that something wasn't right.
Okay lets get into detail here,
1. ) Rooney's equaliser - The Penalty. (Dive or not?) Let's take a closer look at Rooney's fall...
Let's pay close attention to 0.50 seconds. Looks like there's a bit of an error here. Rooney fell to the ground just a wee bit too early, don't you think? And wouldn't it be a Penalty if anyone was obstructing the ball in the penalty box? The Ball was on its way out wasn't it?!
2.) Fouls - Half the Arsenal team was given yellow cards but if you've actually paid attention to the game, where was Dean when Manure pulled out the wrong stunts? The fact that Fletcher didn't at all get a yellow card was frustrating! Where was Dean when Fletcher tripped Andrey Arshavin? OR when whoever tackled Robin van Persie? Well whoever did that, deserved something too.
3.) Diaby's OG, whatever was he thinking? Let's face it, everyone's angry. Gooners have got to be really pissed at Diaby but hell, we're more matured than that. It's purely accidental (well, unless if he was bribed but I highly doubt so). Given the heat of the game, the atmostphere at Old Trafford, Rooney's 'dive' just minutes before and the Referee's one-sidedness, it all played a part.
4.) A disallowed final goal for Arsenal...OFFSIDE?! How?! What?! Why?!
5.) Sending Arsene Wenger off, now, you really didn't have to do that. It was unnecessary and uncalled for.
Decisions made by Dean were just bad. Who am I to comment on the game anyway, being a fan of Arsenal, I might be biased, yes, maybe. But just looking at how everything went, it wasn't professional at all. And it disgusts me more that the media put up headlines like, "Rooney man of the match, should've been given to Fletcher.", "Rooney fights back for a Man Utd 2-1 win against Arsenal." ...ridiculous.
I honestly don't understand Soccer, I never liked it, never enjoyed it. As an audience, it's easy to say that Man Utd is actually not that great a team. All the hype about Man Utd being like the most awesomest is just a big pile of bullshit. How is Rooney even awesome?! Goals on target during that game against Arsenal by Man Utd was horrible. If I can recall, I probably didn't see any, and Man Utd only got lucky by getting a penalty from Rooney's cheating Dive (Yes, bring Eduardo into the picture...funny how the media makes such a fuss over Eduardo ONLY.) and hey, Diaby's an awesome player. If it wasn't for him, Man Utd would'nt have won anyway.
Arsenal lost, in a match they deserved to win. By their gameplay, they could've easily beaten Man Utd 4-1, if it wasn't for their misses or saved-by-the-keeper balls. The Gunners did play it well and I am happy.
Knowing how negative the media and everyone else is toward Arsenal makes me stronger as a Gooner. Hey, it only means that everyone else is afraid...they know that Arsenal will make it big. Oh and the Paedophile every Manure fan is calling Arsene Wenger should be praised for his ways. That's what you call a genuine soccer coach. One that moulds a player and not buy his players, custom made off shelves in a store. (Note: Fergie)
So if you've been paying attention to the Barclays Premier League, or at least, watching your favourite matches, you would know what's been going on.
See, on Sunday, The Hammers played against Spurs. It wasn't just a boring match but a painful one as well. It was just as bad as watching the Singapore League or the Miss Singapore Universe on TV...you know? You can't help but curse and swear and feel somewhat embarrassed?
West Ham had about so many great targets to score a goal but Cole kept missing everyone of them, it was ridiculous! He even missed an easy really goal! If you could find the video on youtube, you should really watch it. Oh and what's worst is that when he finally scored a goal, he stupidly kicked the ball back toward his own goal, giving his enemy an easy goal shot.
It was frustrating! Did I mention he fell about 20 times? Anyways, if you're looking at the league table, at third and played only two games, beating Manchester United who played 3 games...looks like the Gunners might just have a good season this year...I hope! Since it's my first time showing any interest at all in ...soccer.
By the way, I'm working in a school now. Yawhawhawwwwww. If you need primary level tuition in math and english, email me!
Two nights a row at the same place, a massiva family gathering in between, hardly any sleep, and 9 hours of non-stop TV (The Wonder Years, it's a great series!).
We finally jammed at a Studio on Friday night with our bassist (who went on a hiatus for the longest time!) and we found ourselves at Jalan Besar since most places were booked anyway. 2 and a half hours of music and we still weren't satisfied so we found ourselves at Hooha along with Loo and the gang. ...It wasn't such a bad place, it was okay. The owner is a really nice guy, so that's great ain't it? We walked out of the place at approximately 5.30am the next morning and reached home at 6.00am.
Saturday evening, my aunt and uncle were celebrating their 25th Anniversary. Nick didn't really have a choice...hehe! Only yesterday when Marc uploaded the pictures that I realized wow, I have lots of cousins! All 30 + + + of us, cramped out in a tiny little unit, it reminded me of the past. Of how Christmas was always celebrated there, back then, when my grandfather was still alive. It has been about 6 years now since we've all gathered around over at Keith's, and it felt great.
Can you see Grandpa in the picture too?! He's in the picture which is in the picture...
Anyways, we left at around 10.30pm to only find ourselves over at Hooha yet again. This time, with the same people plus a little more, including my mom and dad and their gang, Loo's friends, and yeah, just a big group of people.
It was really funny how the same thing was happening! Like, the same people even came! Plus, the night before, when we were there, a drunk lady fell while dancing. The same thing happened that night! Strange...oh well, the famous singlish lady sang her favourite song again, "Eternal Frame" ...no, really, she pronounced "Flame" as "frame" and she was doing the exact same moves and weird singing, like how'd she go so far out of tune when she holds on a note...oh, and then a woman walks in with what looks like a raincoat. Weird, just plain weird.
It's always just so awkward, you know, when your parents come over and you know, when they've reached their limits with alcohol, you just couldn't leave them alone? Cause if you do, they'd talk and talk and talk and talk and suddenly, you realize that this conversation is going nowhere but in circles? Big ones? Oh, and it didn't help that my parents lasted the whole night. So we made it home at 6.00am yet again, and on the dot.
What a night!...And I didn't think my dad was such a sentimental guy. I love him! Oh well, anyway, who wears this best?
Blogger's being an ass as we speak, so I had to manually upload all these pictures myself, which was a hassle since I've tried uploading thrice. (And, I am also up very early, we'll get to that later.)
Anyway, see, I've always wanted to go to Kbox, never had the chance to. After walking around town for a bit of shopping (which was overly populated everywhere by the way), Jan and I decided to karaoke...and as usual, Ben never calls although he promised a hundred times the night before.
4 hours for $21 per person, not too bad a price ain't it? I couldn't help myself but tell Janice about the Kbox ghost story I heard from Adrian some time back about the spirit who sits at the end of the sofa and people usually pay for 3 persons when they leave, but as they complain it's only 2 people in the room, the owners usually play a video back, usually showing an extra person...freaky! Of course, Janice freaked out.
Then comes Ben, hours later.
Janice and I did have fun though. Janice picking up the weirdest songs! We were singing some of the most silliest songs like Beyonce's De javu, Single Ladies (tiring!), That's not my name by the Ting Tings which is one hell of an annoying song...and it's so much fun to yell at the top of voices. It wasn't exactly pretty but it sure did pierce right into our eardrums...:D
So this is Ben. We call him Fat Ben. We were making fun of him because he didn't sing much, even if he did, he wasn't projecting enough and, he was singing to the most boringest songs from Snoop Dogg and Ne Yo, and each time his choice of song came on, Jan and I would look so bored. We were also so mean! We would cut his songs off without his permission...oh yes, back to why we were making fun of him...well, he paid $21 to laze on the sofa like that (he has upgraded himself from Couch Potato to Couch, that was how lazy he was to even sing properly), eat all the peanuts quietly thinking we weren't looking from the corner of our eyes, and to drink two glasses of milo dinosaur...only because according to him, Kbox's one glass of milo dinosaur is actually considered a milo mouse...so we had to force him to finish up his milo cause we were going to meet Nick for dinner. (He neeeded to crap so bad after.)
Nick brought us to the Hilltop Japanese restaurant, really good food with big portions. Nick ended up telling the both of them the ghost stories he told me once before, those two were freaking out it was so hilarious! Ben's actually a big ass coward. A tiny, almost invisible fly was flying toward him and he was screaming like a baby. :) Oh, and that circle Janice is in? Could've been one of the circles done by Ben. Don't be fooled by his spare tires.
Oh and here's why I was up so early...Nick had to book in for Reservist. I woke up at 4.30am, because my father left his alarm on and I didn't know how to switch it off, so I found myself walking in and out of my room about 5 times...also, I was kind enough to pack for Nick a deck of FHM playing cards. As I was looking through it, I realized I know about 1/4 of the girls on the deck. Hmm...
Saturday evening, my aunt and uncle were celebrating their 25th Anniversary. Nick didn't really have a choice...hehe! Only yesterday when Marc uploaded the pictures that I realized wow, I have lots of cousins! All 30 + + + of us, cramped out in a tiny little unit, it reminded me of the past. Of how Christmas was always celebrated there, back then, when my grandfather was still alive. It has been about 6 years now since we've all gathered around over at Keith's, and it felt great.
