Memories

I think memories are important.

The things you see and the experiences you go through make you who you are
But sometimes, you can't put words to feelings you get from a certain moment and situation
or there's a delayed effect
Such that later on in life, you don't remember which was the incident that gave a certain element to your character, or your perspective on life or issues.
Or it might change a relationship.

And when you wanna fix something, sometimes, it might just boil down to that very moment
to undo all the damage, or to eliminate the what has gone bad beyond repair.

You know, somewhat like how Dumbledore was trying to get that memory out of Horace Slughorn.

I think you get my drift now.

Anyways, I finally got down to packing last week.
I know it’s always gonna be hard once it gets to one particular box, so I shall not get there just yet.
Cleared some stuff off my shelf and table
and this surfaced.

X gave this to me, for my 18th birthday, if I remember correctly.

For about a year, this sat proud on my shelf.
If I’m not wrong, this is the team that had 49 unbeaten games in the EPL.

I haven’t been following soccer, or Arsenal, closely for the past couple of years.
Partly because I’ve been rather busy, and partly because I don’t have people who’d watch soccer with me regularly anymore.
And sad to say, one last reason, though I’m ashamed to admit it, is that the team’s no longer the same. And the quality of the game is different.

I miss my favourite team.
It’s not only because they won every game, but because they had the drive to want to do it, to believe that they can do it. There’s always someone who would make the difference when the rest of the team were lucked out that day. Always.
And of course, the reason I fell for them. The way they played, the flair, the offensive football, the one-two passes, the through balls, the teamwork, the fast-flowing football. The beautiful goals.
I watched them with bated breath all the time, and almost every goal was beautiful.

I’m gonna rekindle my love for them now.
I shall put this up with pride in my new room when I move. Maybe make a couple of changes though.
Taylor. Gilberto. Wiltord. Henry. Campbell. Ljungberg. Bergkamp. Parlour. Vieira. Cole. Lauren. Pires.

Gilberto. One of the newest addition to the team then. He caught Wenger’s eyes during the 2002 World cup. And then he was our captain for a while.
Henry. An Arsenal legend without a doubt. Skillful, clever and brilliant player. He takes the game to a whole new level, gave the team confidence and was the one player that everyone believed Arsenal couldn’t do without.
Campbell. I’ve always felt that he was one of the few reliable defenders Arsenal had, so I was disappointed when he left. And then he came back, but then he left again. So, boo.
Ljungberg. He wasn’t bad on the field, but he definitely rocked in CK underwear. Hahaha!
Bergkamp, another legend. I’ll always remember that goal he scored against Newcastle.
Vieira. The captain that brought us glory. The playmaker and the pillar in the midfield.
Cole. Before he went to Chelsea and before we started calling him Cashley, I really did like him a lot as a left back. I love offensive play, and I love the way full backs are involved in the build up to the goals. He was great in speeding down the left flank with the ball, and IMO, Clichy hasn’t been as good as him.
Pires. Another goodlooking guy. Haha. Why didn’t he model any underwear too? Hahaha!

Alright, so here’s me decided.
I’m gonna fall in love with Arsenal all over again.
I’m gonna watch them every weekend, if I can.
Who’s with me!? :D