The End

So the EPL season has ended a few days ago. Arsenal started off brilliantly, finished off pathetically. Aside from the victory over Fulham on the final day, they had a poor run of form in the last few games. But hey, they had a decent campaign overall this season compared to the previous one. Another trophyless season, though.

I don't want to dwell much on who to buy and who to leave (Silvestre, obviously). I'd rather keep it to myself. But the thing which really tickled my funny bone was the reaction of the Sp*rs fans when they were qualified for Champions League for the next season. Now, to most of my friends who don't know who these Sp*rs guys are, they are the filthy mortal enemies of Arsenal. So filthy that I don't even want to spell out the club's name properly. They, somehow, managed to beat Arsenal this season. And it took them 11 years to do so. They took their "victorious celebration" to the next level by releasing out a DVD of the match.

Blimey, the last time they won the league title was when Tok Janggut forgot to shave off his infamous beard. And when they played against Burnley, who were already relegated from the league, they lost.

"As for the Spuds, well, that's just hilarious. For all their gloating and taunting and thinking they're something special since they managed to beat us for the first time in ten years, they went to Burnley, went 2 up and managed to lose 4-2. You bringing out a DVD of that? If so, I'll take three."

-LadyArse-

Glorious one, that one!

அம்மா

Because I feel that in the heavens above,
The angels, whispering one to another,
Can find among their burning tears of love,
None so devotional as that of "Mother",
Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you,
You who are more than mother unto me.

-Edgar Allan Poe-

I failed to simply show my devotion to my mother in my own words. A divine figure, she is. And words have no worth to sculpture her into a simulacrum in order for others to see her. We call her "Penguin" as she walks like one. People may find that offensive but our mother merely laughs it off and she too is aware of the way she walks. Her voice is poetic. Lying on her lap and having her fingers run through my hair is a mighty feeling which nowhere in the universe has the power to offer such a sensation. Not even in heaven.

"Respect me as your mother but treat me as your friend"

She told us that once but it will eternally be remembered and acted upon.

So, my mother is my angel? No. When you have angels in heaven, we have mothers on the earth's surfaces. When they expire here, they'll be sent through the doors to heaven. They'll never take the form of angels for a change. Instead, they'll remain as the holy motherly figures....much to the angels' envy.

God is unknown but your Mother is not

Happy Mother's Day, Ma!



-Everyday is Mother's Day-

p/s: Don't be jealous, Dad.

Diversion

You wouldn't know the turning point of your life until you reach to a point where you are required to make a small decision. And that small decision will lead you to two different paths. Each of which you don't know what has for you. If you chose a path which you thought was the one for you, it could turn out just as disastrous as my father's cooking. You'd wish to stop the time and regroup everything which went amiss. Even worse, you'd regret for not taking the other path into consideration.

I've pretty much shaped up my future in my head even before I graduated from high school. The university which I desired to enroll myself to, the career which has an utmost dignity and respect, the perfect house, car etc etc. But it all seems impossible for me, right now. Especially if you were me, it is not possible. I've been through a phase where I lost my faith in God. Where was He when I needed him? Why wasn't He there for me? Why must good things come to an end? And why, on the other hand, bad things continue to radiate their affliction to me?

My brother once told me that whatever happens, whether if it's good or bad, it happens for a good reason. And that might change your life. It is up to you to accept it or otherwise.

The decision which I made in my school days needs a diversion. I know it won't harm my future where I can see myself as a well established person. I know that whatever happens for me, it happens for a good reason. I know that if I take this path, I wouldn't look back and wish I'd had taken the other one instead. Now, I may not be blessed with everything that I wished for, but I hope God has other plans for me as my faith in Him has been restored and I no longer have any other way than that.

Owned

One little girl asked me a question,

"Lu jalan-jalan, tiba-tiba nampak satu RM10 satu RM5 atas jalan mana satu lu ambik?"

I, with a great assurance that I had the right answer and with a mere assumption that it was only a young girl who was not even eligible to have a roller-coaster ride did not have the power to prove me wrong, simply replied,

"RM10."

And she said,

"Lu bodoh! Lu angkat dua dua la!!"

Not only she did prove me wrong, but I definitely had the dumbest look on my face. That kid totally owned me.

How?

Life after death is something that we aren't privileged enough to foresee. But it's too baffling and makes us want to know more, but surely not to experience it ourselves anytime soon. Nope, not for me.

How would it be if Jack The Ripper and Adolf Hitler were next door neighbors in hell? On a fiery (what else do you expect in hell?) hot morning, Hitler in his pyjamas and robe wearing slippers with a cup of coffee in his hand while collecting a newspaper with the other hand, catching up a conversation with Jack.

Jack: My word! But you look so horribly thin, Ad. What have you gotten yourself into?
Hitler: I live in hell, Jack. What did you expect? I spent a sizable portion of my life planning to torture and dispose my victims as much as I could from my country. Whereas you, my friend, we all know what you did to earn yourself a ticket to this place.
Jack: *blushing* Well, would you say I did it in the most fashionable way?


In heaven......


Jimi Hendrix: Hey, man! How's it going, Mike?
Michael Jackson: Good
Jimi: Uhm...... Sorry, man. I didn't catch that.
Michael: I said I'm good.
Jimi: Ay, man. Your voice........ You know it yourself that it's not favorable when you talk.
Michael: I said I'm good, Jimi.
Jimi: Great. By the way, meet my bassist. Cliff Burton.
Michael: *gasps and whispers to Jimi* He's white!
Jimi: Mike, really. Place your hand on your heart and repeat what you said. Then, look at yourself in the mirror.


Or maybe all four of my grandparents chatting up.....


Paternal Grandma: Your daughter stole my son!
Maternal Grandma: *rolling eyes* Here we go again. Look, they're perfectly fine now and please, there's no merit to your belief that my daughter stole your son.
Paternal Grandma: Well, she just did, didn't she? My son was innocent enough to be caught with your daughter's bait.
Maternal Grandma: That's it! Bait?! Wasn't it your son who came to my house and confessed his desperation to marry my daughter? Wasn't it your son who came to my house to check on my daughter every now and then? Wasn't it your son who said he wouldn't have the will to live without my daughter?
Paternal Grandma: My son is a noble man and was raised in a household where decency was the prime rule and of its grandest degree. He would most certainly not get himself engaged in such self-degrading acts.
Maternal grandma: Application of the grandest degree of decency in your household? Your household? Tell me, how in the name of the most glorious baboon's.........
Paternal Grandfather: Lay it off you two! It's been over a couple of decades and you still can't get over it! They're happy, healthy and blessed with three extraordinary kids. Particularly, the girl. Be happy with it.




How would the afterlife world be......? Hmmmmm.....

When Sundram Met Mahliga.....

Move over Brangelina, make room for Mr. and Mrs. Sundram.

After 28 years together and 3 kids (half of the number of Brangelina kids, yes), they're still going strong!!

Happy 28th Anniversary, Mom & Dad!!

Pride

"They might have played us off the park for an hour but we taught them a lesson last night - football is a game of 90 minutes, not 60.

I love the lads."

-Arseblog-

And I do too.