i nearly got a heart attack. and i declare my love for tonight is thomasz kuszczak. for that fab save against gilberto's penalty. badly aimmed on gilberto's part.. but a heart-stopper for me.

arsenal and man utd matches always get me riled up. and it's just that adrenaline. best of all, i have ronaldo entertaining me. like how he kicked the ball into lehman's face. i just burst out laughing.. not s'posed to be funny. but i just cracked up.

anyhoo, i went for the run. initially wanted to go 5 km. but with the drizzle, i decided to cut short to a 4 km run. felt good to finish it off with striding up the damn slope at my place. i never ended off the run that way before and it was just fantastic.

and that's it.. no more baileys for my dad. he's reached the pinacle of my threshold with regards to flatulent pong. it seriously diffused all the way to the second floor (no current witness at third floor to scream complains) and all he did was smiled at me.

"Irish Cream"

irish cream, my ass. just 'cos i've suddenly developed an adversion to alcohol, save beer, he drinks the baileys for excuses to leave his aromatic trail behind. Gawd...