Down and out
So we are out of the UEFA CUP now. How come I am not bloody surprised?! For feck's sake!! And the bastard manager of ours could even have the CHEEK to blame SOMEONE ELSE for our failure!!

'I thought it was a very harsh decision and the wrong decision because it was way outside the box,' said Houllier on five.

'If he [Biscan] did something wrong, it was outside.

'I don't think it would have been a penalty if it had happened the other way.

'The referee gave them a bit of help today.'

In the infamous words of Simon Cowell of the American Idol fame (Yes, i do sometimes watch American Idol on channel 70!! Although i missed last night's show)

'Now that's the surprise of the century!!'

Of COURSE, Gerard, it was the referree's fault! I mean, although he wasn't the person who actually picked that footballer-wannabe donkey that some people call Biscan, and he wasn't the person who can't even get a team full of full international players with a former European player of the year, the best (arguably) central midfielder in England, with a defence two years ago which could leak goals even if they WANTED to, to play decent, passing attacking football. I mean, OF COURSE it's the referee's fault! No way is it your fault right Houllier? Right? Right?

Man, I am just too depressed to actually even to continue writing now. Later.

Elections - (Backdated)

It seems that every blog that i visit nowadays, there just HAS to be some talk about the elections that just happened. I guess it is, definitely, a hot topic for conversation nowadays. Sunday night, i was complaining that the TV channels were non-stop showing the election results as they come out, and I just couldn't imagine how some Malaysian people can just spend / waste their time in front of the television waiting for result after result being announced. The moment I reached home, what do i find in front of the televsion? Two elderly Malaysian people (my parents) in front of the TV anxiously awaiting the results one by one as they were coming out, mum on the floor with one of those scorecards in one of the newspapers keeping track of the DUN results, and my dad sitting on the chair, with another scorecard, keeping track of the Parliment results. Before i knew it, it was 3 in the morning, my parents were asleep a few hours already, and i was there, on the floor, in front of the television, keeping track of the results on the score cards, when Pak Lah was cutting the cake, after securing the 2/3 majority and the crowd was chanting "CUTI!CUTI!CUTI!". Sadly, the next day, it wasn't a holiday.

Excellent...

Can finally access my blog. Have been trying to access it these past few days and its been problematic. Dont know whether it was just blogger and blogspot and weblogimages that was giving the problem, but couldnt access any of them. Will add in some entries i put into my journal here...