Life’s too short to stay sober

Michael Carrick is counting his chickens before they hatch. Mmmmhmmm.

He had done his math and calculated that if thumb-sucking Liverpool keep up with them by winning all matches with United doing the same, they could lift the league trophy when Arsenal visits the theatre of shit on 16 May.

Without a doubt, Sp*rs is in his blood. 'cept that he forgot he was playing Sp*rs first this weekend. And then Arsenal will be playing United twice before the league meeting at Old Trafford.

Far sighted as he might be, he's kinda a bit on the blind side. Or he doesn't take into consideration that united could possibly drop points. And the thumb suckers on their part, could too. Perhaps he could waste all his energy plotting his little chart 'my road to the league trophy beating Arsenal at Old Trafford' and hope Liverpool wins all their remaining matches too. Who does that? Any sane person would want their rivals to lose, lose and lose some more so that the trophy is in the bag ASAP.

Have you met a dumber person?

This has Sp*rs' wit written all over it. Come to think of it, they're kinda like a mini feeder club to United. I read somewhere that they're moping over not signing Arshavin first. They chose the bargain in the form of Pavlyuchenko and he's a total flop. I'm sure the only advice Arshavin got from him was about living conditions in London and how to cope and not how to play the game.

I still can't get over the 4 at Anfield. I really don't care that we didn't win. Like completely. It's one of those draws where it's a happy draw, unlike those midway through the season where there was no attack. The 3 0-0s in a row? That was painful. This one? No, definitely not. I think the quartet of goals is the icing. He was on a roll and none of the thumb suckers would have imagined anyone could score 4 against them. They never figured out that they only had to mark one person in the whole Arsenal team to prevent it. Just allowed him to strut his stuff at their great fortress and look like fools.

I want Arsha for my birthday. Maybe we could like, celebrate together. How often do you find a player you adore sharing the same birthday? It's so freakin fantastic. I'm already thrilled with Cesc born exactly 25 days before me. Now my new love was born on my day, albeit 6 years before. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Ack. Lots of hoops to jump through before the day comes. That in fact, is exams. How can May, the happy month of my life be ridden with exams? It is just wrong on all accounts. And I start on the 7th, when the 100th episode of Grey's Anatomy will be aired. Splendid. I can't scratch the itch while the rest of the world does until perhaps the 21st? By then I think I'll have no energy left. Actually, I always have reserve energy to play. Hmm.

Now I'm condemned to the following:

This sign applies at all times. Snagged it from Korea last december. Went there and bought tons of Uniqlo back and it's in Singapore lol. Price wise it's the cheapest in Hong Kong and I don't really get the rationale of of having it here since their cool awesome stuff are mostly winter wear. Their thermal wear is one of a kind. It's not the itchy woolen long john we used to be condemned to wearing. Their cashmere is gorgeous. You'll never see another collection as colourful anywhere else.

I want to go back to Korea for Spris Star and Basic House. I only have one from Spris. :((

Yay for playing my favourite song on my Zune. I love the interface. itunes is boring. Everyone has an ipod. I have the zune. A red one. As always. You don't get red ipods. They come in gross colours like blue and green and pink.

She's my little pipedream fantasy..

Labels: Arshavin, Man Utd, one of my many theories, Sp*rs

A Little Drunken Madness @ 2:41 PM