this is a complete mix-up

I had oats for breakfast today, which supposedly 'helps reduce your cholesterol level' just for kicks. I'll be going to Zainul on the weekends anyway to replenish my lost cholesterol so what the heck (or maybe a kenduri. Either way, cholesterol'll be replenished. Way to go, nasi minyak!).

It's rather late to write about the Champion's League final, but it's my blog so I'll write anyway. If I learnt anything from that spectacle of a final, it's "if you're a professional footballer, bring your closest relative to the stadium when playing. Especially in big(ger) games." I mean just look at Giuly and Giuly jr. Firstly, I presume junior enjoyed himself big time. Secondly, look at the way senior played; determined, chasing for every ball, non-violent and devoid of play-acting (with respect to Giuly sr, I think he always played with honesty, passion and determination and I respect him a lot). I bet junior is really proud of his dad. Other professional footballers (not unlike Ashley Cole and Didier Drogba; who I believe aren't really model professionals when it comes to the question of 'playing dirty' but hey, I'm just human and am a Man U supporter) should really consider bringing their mothers (or better still, grandmothers) to the stadium when playing football. I believe this will cut down play-acting, diving in the penalty box and the sudden urgency to get violent and unsporting.

On an entirely different note, I got a hamstring injury playing cricket (I know this sounded ridiculous and stupid, but it did happen, in all honesty). Am recovering at a Rooney-esque rate, thanks partly to Kepul's protein drinks which made me nauseous every time I drank it. We lost every match. Boo hoo.