Football's queen.

"I think this year it is going to be all about football." A friend told me that.

Yes. With the local Super League is still in progress, the European Championship is coming close and then the new season of English Premier League. Up next is the Olympic football ; GB is playing!! and last but not least the AFF Football Championship where our Harimau Malaya will battling their heart out to defend the title.

"Ah local football, is on the rises." I smile.

So I went back home a little early that evening, tuning into Astro Awani and...

Hmmm. This is the part where I will actually call myself a less-patriotic muthafucker.

I took a quick glance at the Nike plastic bag hanging on my wall. Confident enough that I am making the correct decision by letting go of my hundreds buck for this Les Blues kits than this kitty team playing shit on my 29 inches tv screen.

And that muthafucker I am. Forgive me lord.


The bigger you are, the cockier you will become.

The last time that I ride this hell of cable car is when I was a twelve years old comics junkies. That was during a school's trip for those who excelled in their UPSR exam. That was actually fourteen years ago. And although I can't precisely describe my feeling back then but I am pretty much sure that I was enjoying it.

After that it was only a conjugal visit. Either a late night trip to kill a boring weekend or to escape the heat of the sin city.

So at twenty six, when my siblings decided to have some kind of family days out up there in the cold, I decided to give it a go; yes, the cable car.

And one thing I can honestly concluded is that your courage, your happiness and your boldness is slowly killed as you were growing up.

Fucking period.