Heh, life has been ironic.

Somehow things have transpired like I expected them to be. My gut feeling told me they’d happen, I just wasn’t exactly prepared for them to happen.

I watched Star Wars knowing that things will turn out bleak and there was nothing you could do about it. Everything that was good came to an end and evil prevailed so ruthlessly. You can’t predict the future and most things are beyond your control. Heh, it doesn’t matter that everything ended well in Episode VI of Star Wars, it’s living the moment that makes you vulnerable to such emotions.

Manchester United was the dominant side in the FA Cup final, but like their fortunes during this season’s Premiership, all their hardwork was not to yield fruit with save after save from Arsenal’s keeper and unlucky finishing. The statistics prove my point, with many times the attempt on goal compared to Arsenal’s meagre singular figure. Like most things, the end result is all that matters, not all the hard work that you’ve put into it. Arsenal took the cup home after winning 5-4 on penalties.

There were also some personal matters that have been disappointing but it seems to outline the theme for this week that things are looking bleak and going downhill. One can’t help feeling disappointed, especially if they have dreams and desires they wish fulfilled. We can only try to look on the bright side of things, and hope that things don’t set us back, but give us the will to try again until we succeed.

On the lighter side of things, the Beer Festival was a rather nice diversion. Friends and I had wanted to go to the 3-6pm session, but the turnout was so spectacular, that by the time we had arrived at 330pm, the tickets for that session had sold out. Heh, we could only buy tickets for the next session (which was sold out when the 7pm session started.

Went in to sample beers from different varieties, but I guess my friends were just happy drinking stuff we were familiar with. Had some other varieties and our tongues were totally at our mercy. There was one beer at the event that tasted so bad (it was sour, and I suppose it’s an acquired taste) that we were unanimous in condemning it. Most of the bad ones tasted like various forms of detergent (go figure), while the good ones had a nice honey aftertaste to it (from the hops used to brew the beer I gather). Our favourite beer for the night was Hoegaarden and towards the latter half of the night, most of us were camped in one spot listening to a live band perform while sipping beer and eating chips. Haha, yeah, sipping beer. Not the way it’s supposed to be ingested, but due to its gas content, you get filled up pretty quickly. It’s a Catch 22 situation with ingesting large quantities of alcohol. You need to have enough food in you to absorb the alcohol and not too much that you can’t have anymore food/liquid in your system after that.

It was a long night after that. KO’ed before the FA Cup final and while I slept through the first 90 minutes, I guess I didn’t miss much. Two of my other friends must have been high on alcohol and went out to buy another 10 bottles of beer, which incidentally, they finished that same night. Heh, like I said, go figure.