Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

I have steadfastly refused to believe the rumours that continue to swirl over Cesc’s future at the Emirates. Why? Because Cesc has never shown that he loves Arsenal any less. He loves the club, the manager, the fans and I’m sure he also loves London if not the English weather. Because he is the captain of the Arsenal. And because he gave absolutely everything within his means in the season just gone, leading his team through difficult times, scoring 18 goals, creating probably as many, playing through injury, dragging us back into games like Villa and reacting like a proper captain when all that shit went down against Stoke. Because he martyred the rest of his season to give us hope in the second leg of the CL (even though he knew before he broke his leg he wouldn’t be playing in the second leg), wore his heart for Arsenal on his sleeve the whole season, fought hard with passion for the team. Yes, you know and I know and every Tom, Dick and Henry too that Cesc will go back to Barcelona one day but based on the above, no, I don’t think that day will come that soon.

Not to worry, this message was written by Cesc to Highbury prior to the move to the Emirates

When his jersey number was still 15

And when he sported bad hair days

Another Gooner has listed out 10 reasons why Cesc Fàbregas should stay at Arsenal until the end of his career as follows:

1. He’s the most iconic player of the current Arsenal squad and his name has become synonymous with the famous club in recent years.
2. He’s both angry about the fact that Arsenal haven’t won a trophy for four years, and he feels it’s time to start winning things for the club.
3. Fàbregas is to Arsenal as what Messi is to Barcelona. But he is a product of Arsenal youth academy rather than of La Masia.
4. He is the only player with Barca DNA in the PL and in Arsenal, while at La Liga and Camp Nou he’d be one of many.
5. Thanks mostly to him, Arsenal keep performing the most aesthetic club football in England and, after Barca, in Europe.
6. He seems to be enjoying his football in the PL, turning the corner from potentially world class, to one of the best players in the world.
7. The day Arsenal will win the CL, and it could come sooner rather than later, he’ll become the all-time greatest club legend, bigger than Jennings, Brady, Adams, Wright, Vieira, Bergkamp and/or Henry.
8. Barcelona’s midfield is already the best in the world, while Andres Iniesta, the next Barca skipper, is just 25.
9. Why should he join Sylvinho, Henry and Hleb? To be yet another proof that Arsenal are Barca’s feeder club? Or to provide Barcelona’s chief candidate for presidency, Rosell, the ticket to his presidency, along with the transfer of Aguero.
10. Real Madrid? Didn’t they claim several times CF isn’t their target?

Wenger knows the reasons why Cesc should stay and Arsenal’s position on this is crystal clear as enumerated here.

If and when he goes, I will be very heartbroken. I will be devastated, crushed, gutted, disappointed and terribly sad. But I will not hate him. I will never hate him. And yes, the idea of a Gooner girl living thousands of miles away being heartbroken over a footballer leaving the club she supports may sound troubling and probably warrants some kind of analysis but there you go, blame my passion for football on this. And for those who don’t understand why some people blog about football or other sports (or anything they have a passion for like hobbies or interests etc) and a distant, foreign football club at that, well, I believe in life, you need to have a passion for something, a belief in the cause, because in turn, you will have more passion for life.

For the time, please stay, Cesc, please stay. I beg you, I beseech you, I plead to you. Don’t Go Breaking My Heart, Please Don’t Go...

And especially you, baby

Hmmm... let me think about it

P.S. As Arseblog points out, Barcelona want Cesc so badly that they haven’t even contacted Arsenal. They want Cesc so badly that they signed David Villa. Phffttt.

P.P.S. I will not be able to blog for a while. In the meantime, enjoy this.

Escape

Warning: this post contains a lot of images of LOL cats and friends.

Have you ever felt like you are in a rut?
If so, then you need a new adventure! Just like me!

Time will tell if it will turn out to be an ‘epic journey’

But first there’s the long plane ride to endure – in cabin class no less

I pray I will not get a bad seat

Or better still, hopefully the flight is not full so I can stretch over some empty seats

And that my seat is not anywhere near the emergency exits

And that I will be sitting at the aisle

This will help me looking out the window late at night (OK to be honest, sometimes I find myself wondering if I might find ‘something’ on the wing when I look out – ‘something’ with red fangs)

Counting the hours

Until I arrive at the destination

Oh well, as long as I feel comfortable throughout the flight

Of course you may say comfort depends on one’s perspective of it

Then there’s accommodation and I’m hoping the room description will be accurate

Because while I don’t want to pay too much, I don’t want to stay in such a capsule-like space

Or in a dorm

And, boy, I sure hope the view will be as impressive as I hope!

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This is not going to happen, not yet, anyway, so all irresponsible media, lay off! It’s all bollocks.

The New Man In Number 10

The good-looking David Cameron has been installed as the new PM for Britain (the youngest British PM in almost 200 years!) with the equally dishy Nick Clegg of the Liberal Democratic Party announced as his deputy (Clegg is only three months younger than Cameron). One is an Etonian and Oxford graduate (first class honours in Philosophy, Politics and Economics, no less!), while the other is a Cambridge graduate. What a combination. If looks and academic qualification are anything to determine my vote, I’d vote for either of them too. No contest. Go here for Cameron’s full statement and here and here for his profile. Goodbye Gordon Brown, the longest-serving chancellor but one of the shortest-serving PM.

In other news, Noynoy Aquino is close to winning the Philippine election. And Costa Rica has inaugurated Laura Chincilla as its first lady president on Saturday. Busy month for election, eh?

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The official website of the Russian player in number 10 (also Arsenal’s number 23) has issued this statement with regard to his interview with a British magazine.

And my man in number 4 (and Spanish footballer number 10), also the king of assists, has been included in Spain’s 30-man preliminary squad for the World Cup ;) Here are more pictures of him at the Emirates on Sunday. Oh, and items on the auction block at the Arsenal World Ball last week included dinner with Orlando Bloom for which Cesc made the highest bid – as a gift to his sister. Awww... why don’t I have a brother as generous as that?

End Of Season

Well, after months of sweat, tears, anger, joy, happiness, frustration and a whirlwind of other emotions, another season came to a close yesterday with all matches kicking off at 1600 GMT. Chelsh*t won the title with a thumping win over Wigan and Arsenal ended the season with a stylish 4-0 win over a weakened Fulham side. Congratulations to Fulham for being in the Europa League final and all the best to them. For more pictures of the action at the Emirates on the last day of the season yesterday, go here.

The Gunners were also busy last Thursday as they attended Arsenal World Ball. For more pictures, go here.

Happy Birthday, Cesc!

Feliz cumpleaños y muchas vueltas felices, mi querido. I love you to bits and every little bit of you. Oh, and our birthdays are exactly nine weeks apart ;D

And damn you Arsenal for losing to Blackburn. I hate all of you spineless sissies.

OGA Day 2010

1 May every year is a designated OGA Day for our alma mater. I have never been to OGA Day because I usually travel on 1 May. Well, except for this year. And I found myself being asked if I was going and being persuaded to go. Even my sister who is bad at keeping in touch with her friends and batch-mates asked if I was going (she did dither in the end as there was a H1N1 case recently and it took a phone call from me to college to confirm that it was healthy and well to convince her to go).

So I headed to her place after work on Friday to spend the night as we planned to leave early the next morning. We left after Akak’s friend, Sheypa, arrived and drove to Bangi to pick up another of her friend. We took SILK and LEKAS highways and finally reached college around 1030. When we walked into the hall, a teenage son of an old girl was singing and playing a guitar on stage. Next was the wind orchestra performance and towards the end, some old girls joined in with their music instrument and they finished off the performance with the college song – which all of us stood up for and sang to boisterously.

After the performance in the hall, it was time for sudoku (in the hall) and games out in the mid-morning heat. There were volleyball, hockey and basketball, neither of which I partipicated in nor watched. Instead, I walked around taking pictures – the school would be relocated in 2012 and I wanted to capture as much of my old playground as I could (apparently, in the speech which I missed, the principal mentioned that they are trying to retain the premises as Junior TKC (forms 1-3) while the upper secondary be placed at the new premises). Among others, I visited the dining hall and my old dormitory block, Block C (I stayed in all four dorms of Block C; I only stayed in Block F in my second form). I was also dragged by my friends to their old dorm. After that, we walked together to watch the games – alas, the games had finished so a few of us went back to the hall for the line dancing session. Anything to get out of the heat!

After all that, we headed to the dining hall for lunch. It was a long, long wait and we were tired, hot and hungry (do not mess with hundreds of hungry girls!). Some of my mates left before lunch was served and when it was finally ready, the queue was so long that by the time I got my lunch, most dishes were finishing if not already finished.

The programme was officially over after lunch and I went to look for my sister. We left after 3 pm after performing prayers at the prayer hall.

Will I go again for OGA Day? I just might. Of course if the school moves to its new premises, we would not have the same connection with the place as we do now.