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The Return of The King.

2012-01-10T13:14:00.001+08:00

He's back with vintage style. I cried this morning when I woke up to realize what I thought I dreamt wasn't just a dream.

http://www.espn.co.uk/football/sport/video_audio/130101.html

Let's rant. Social networks.

2012-01-05T11:12:00.002+08:00

Oh, I see you've made yourself breakfast. Unless it's something along the lines of chocolate covered chicken with cereal bits sprinkled on top I don't really care about your mediocre meal. Looks like another person broke their bones again, brace yourselves for the incoming spam of pictures of their impairment. Which leads to an unnecessary flooding of my news feed. Which shouldn't even be called a news feed anymore. I used to think the news was important, with all the bullshit they spout nowadays, that idea of news-to-actually-give-a-fuck-about has gone with it. All I see on there now is your constant spamming of reposting 9gag posts that seem to humor you. If I wanted to see 9gag posts I would have gone to 9gag myself. You don't have to presume your doing everyone a favor by telling them about something they've probably already seen. Since 9gag has become such a trend amongst the people I know. Visiting the site and laughing at their jokes has lost some of its appeal ever since it got so mainstream. If you really want to steal someone's soul, there's an art to it; don't go around reposting on facebook. That's just annoying.

You might say I'm a hypocrite for having my own facebook, twitter and foursquare account. You may be right, or I could tell you that besides foursquare (which I rarely ever use because it's apparently a waste of effort), I only use facebook and twitter to make it easier for people to keep in touch with me. I go on facebook to check the groups I'm associated with for updates. I don't look at my news feed because there's too much irrelevant nonsense there that it kind of wastes my time to try and keep updated.

I don't want to know what you're doing for breakfast unless you intend to invite me. I don't want to know what you think of a 9gag posts else I would have asked you myself. I don't want to see how good your photography skills are at taking pictures of the sunset or your dinner plate. What annoys me most about Facebook and Twitter is that stupid people think that what they have to say is worth listening to just because someone else liked what they said. GET THE FUCK OUT! Things like tumblr annoy the fuck out of me, I mean, if people put just as much effort into writing a book, they'd have written something useful instead of making a picture that supposedly means something.

There's a lot more where all that came from, I just am not really bothered to say much about it anymore. I just wish communication could be made easier without the use of such methods which make people think they're smarter than they really are.

Taking your breath away with every passing... pass.

2011-10-31T23:46:00.010+08:00

Have you ever had a dream, a dream so beautiful that you wake up wanting to go back to sleep, relive it in your slumber, hoping it will last just another 5 minutes just so you can soak in the moment and let it set for a bit?

Have you ever had a dream, a dream so petrifying you awake choking and stifling back tears thankful that the tragedy is over, so much so that gratitude takes over and reminds you what a blessed life you have?

I have, I've been through both. To be honest I wouldn't mind going to sleep tonight to re-dream either one of those kinds of dreams because a dream is always just going to be a dream, never permanent. At most the only way it could affect you in reality would be to open your eyes to something you've neglected way back at the last visible stretch of land on the horizon of your mind. You'll never have to worry about the boogeyman breaking his way out of your mind to torment you in real life, nor can you hope for her to still be there, lying next to you when you realize you've opened your eyes.

Now, how I wish that could happen. If only I could open my eyes and all of this would fade away, into a distant part of my brain, as a memory, one I would hold firmly as a sworn enemy with my grip firmly around it's neck to make sure it never comes anywhere near me, never giving it the opportunity to be a part of my reality. But that isn't the case. I'm bound to it now, and I will no longer be free of it. I will no longer go on in life without being reminded of its very presence, lingering like a foreboding shadow hung over my head and casting its silhouette making sure the future is never as bright as it once could have been.

It looks like I'll never be physically capable of playing anymore, not without suffering the consequences, which to be honest, seem to get harder and harder to live with every passing moment. My passion is but a distant memory. One that if by some miracle, I would not be able to find again. Life is hollow now, there isn't anything worth living for at the moment and I've only myself to blame for it. For now, it's goodbye. I promise I won't forget the feeling I used to have. That feeling of breaking free from the daily shackles of life.

I'm all alone now.

More than I could ever feel.

All I want is to play football.

Is that so much to ask?

Four hundred and twelve things that to me, are just as bad as having a pinecone shoved up my ass.

2011-10-05T21:34:00.006+08:00

Part 1

1. Marines

2. Assholes who park at obscure angles

3. Patch 1.4 Infestor nerf

4. Drivers who cruise in the right lane

5. People who think that Stephenie Meyer has any ounce of literacy skill

6. People who misunderstand #5 and think I hate Twilight. I don't, I just find it very bad. If you think I'm wrong, fuck you.

7. Opening a stream just to see the streamer say goodbye

8. Whiny twitter feeds

9. Generic spam messages

10. Tweets asking for RTs

11. Posts that ask you repost to show you bother about something. If I had to explain this, you'd better be prepared for me to shove my size 12 foot up your nose so I can use my small toe to flick some sense into your brain. Yes, my small toe.

12. If you play Terran. Fuck you.

13. Pompous fanatics

14. Mother fucking Banshees

15. When I'm pissed, your happiness. I'm sorry but I can't give a fuck right now

16. Actually needing to study for English

Study a little, Play harderer.

2011-10-04T00:36:00.003+08:00

I'm aware that writing is no longer as easy as it used to be. Feelings and thoughts can't just flow out of my fingers like they used to, comes with the hiatus obviously. However, Nujabes does help a lot if you have any trouble getting inspired. Dead people tend to have that influence, don't you think? Whoever 'you' are or is. Yeah, he died, shame really. Japan tsunami.

I'm proud to say that I've gotten into Platinum league. Gave myself the challenge of reaching Diamond within the next 3 or 4 weeks. Although, doing so has and will be detrimental to my social and educational life. Getting into Platinum itself already required me to throw a lot of time away just spamming those ladder games. Repeatedly going all in on 1 or 1 and a half base economy. Since I'm having trouble connecting thoughts together, how about I don't do that and just say whatever comes to my mind. This way I get to update my blog, for the sake of it, and still clear the rust on what passion I used to have for writing.

Futsal earlier tonight was awesome, to a certain extent, my knee still hurts a little but that will probably be an ever lasting side effect until the day I lose a substantial amount of weight. Competition this weekend, going to be playing keeper because my knee is giving me problems. Really feel I've improved as a shot stopper. My reading of the opponent and being able to 'metagame' them especially. I have no idea what the level of play is going to be like so I'll just hope for the best and try to not concede any stupid goals. I'm standing with the theory that if I'm able to get my head into the game and keep my focus at it's peak throughout, I won't be beaten. Obviously that's not quite a strong pillar for sports but I think keepers require the least physical exertions and only need to read the game to come out on top. That was a lot of bullshit.

This post contained no literacy skills nor did it exude any drop of creativity. But it's still a post so I'll leave it at that and continue weighing out the reasons why I no longer know how to love anymore. Goodnight.

Thank you, Francesc Fabregas.

2011-08-16T02:57:00.003+08:00

I write this with the shattered heart of a glassy-eyed boy as he looks on past the death of a childhood comfort.

There once was a time, a young naive boy existed, filled of hope and the foolishness to believe that the possibility of something miraculous happening was never beyond doubt. This young boy would go through his life ordinarily, enduring his first-world hardships and thinking to himself, "It's not all that bad". No matter how much pain he suffered, albeit only existing in the form of guilt he put unto his own shoulders, at the end of the day, he'd still sleep with an easy conscience. No matter how grotesquely horrible he'd form judgements of himself at what a bad job he did at living life, when the cows came home, everything was erased and forgiven. No matter what he had to go through, good or bad, it was always replaced by something almost magnificent.

Having gone through the eventful day of being at school and behaving like normal kids should, he'd come home during the weekend and thank God for what lay ahead. For every weekend this young boy would gaze at the tele, in awe and respect for this man, not much older than himself. I say man for the way the latter has lived up to his billing, silenced his critics and made a name for himself amongst the big guns themselves.

I'd live through the week and survive purely on the knowledge that when the time comes, and the ball is rolled for kick-off, I could savor the moment and breath in the colors of red and white. Never have I been prouder than when I don that kit. There's no way to express how much goodness was pumping through my veins just by watching them play. Those flashes of brilliance and touches of sheer quality fill me up with so much adrenaline and hype that I'd have to grab something, be it a rolled up pair of socks, a cushion or even the football itself and start running circles in my living room reenacting what spectacular feat I had just witnessed on the tele. I'd tell myself, "One day, that'll be me". Who cares about the haters, if there was anything I wanted more in this world was to be able to have the opportunity to do what they were doing, to live how they lived, to express myself how they did. It would be the grandest gift from God.

Although many have graced the field, many have had their names echoed within households across the globe, there is only one out there that can inspire me beyond all else.

I still remember the night I first saw him play. My family and I went to London for a week after my dad had to attend a seminar in France for a month. Everyone else was asleep in the apartment, except me of course. I heard there was an Arsenal game on that night so I switched on the television to see if any of the channels were broadcasting. It was a Carling Cup match with Manchester City. It was 2004 back then. Arsene would use the CC as an outlet for blooding the younger players. That night he went with Manuel Almunia in goal, a back four consisting of Emmanuel Eboue, Johan Djourou, Phillipe Senderos and Gael Clichy. In the midfield there was Jermaine Pennant, Francesc Fabregas, Mathieu Flamini and Robin Van Persie. Finally, spearheading the attack were Danny Karbassiyoon and Quincy Owusu-Abeyie. It was the first time I ever laid eyes on that young team and watching them dominate the match against seasoned pros made me fall in love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enE5CF1zckg

That pass from Fabregas in an instant made me a fan of his. I wanted to play just like him, selfless. How he'd create the opportunities for others to finish. Not until later in his career did he begin taking some chances for his own. There was those spur of goals against Spurs and Man City, a couple of long range piledrivers, that last minute equalizer against Liverpool, the brace against Everton on the opening day of the season, that cracker in the San Siro, his cool finish into the bottom corner against Juventus that penalty against Barcelona to level the score at 2-2. The list goes on and on. Not to forget the countless assists he managed to rack up over the years.Those moments forever imprinted into my memory as moments of joy and triumph. Almost my entire footballing life I've been looking up to Fabregas. The image of him donning the Arsenal red and white always will be a chapter in my childhood. It's so coincidental the year I turn 18 that Fabregas moves on from Arsenal. No longer will I be able to watch him in awe as he picks out that master class pass to split open defenses for a fellow gooner.

For the past 8 years I have grown up following you, supporting you, wanting to play exactly like you and now, you move on, no longer in the image of what my childhood once pictured you as. All the best at your new club. Thank you so much for giving me these priceless memories that symbolize the amazing football I have witnessed as a young boy that kept me dreaming constantly. Thank you, Cesc.

Your logic is broken

2010-12-26T15:10:00.002+08:00

That's the best title I could come up with because....

just because I guess. to hell with proper writing, this is going to be a rant for the sake of an update because I haven't done one in seventeen hundred fifty thousand million megazillibillitrillion years. I did not just make that up. It's a real word, honestly.

[Side note : I would like to get Linkin Park's new album]

And to continue today's theme of spewing shit out of my mind in the form of grotesquely random thoughts, school is finally over, high school. Yes I know this is outdated, not that I care what you think (and no, I'm not saying I don't care because I think you care enough to bother about what I say that you would actually be offended. GTFO please you pompous prick). There are bigger things in life than your emotions. Nope, I'm not referring to my humongous ego because I'm a humble person. Humble people don't actually admit they're humble, that's the irony. So if you ever come across someone who is that much of a douche, keep it in the back of your head that they are in fact.... pompous pricks.

Back to the point which wasn't really a point to begin with but I wanted to tell you something so I molded in such a way that you'd think I was actually trying to get a point across and has now finally become a valid one at that, is that this time there isn't going to be that last minute hassle to get school uniforms and stationery and... oh, my heart just jumped because I forgot for a second that I had returned all my textbooks and can go collect my results in March without any complications. Not that I'd want any, on top of being emotionally distraught having been let down for the umpteenth time by my results and seeing that every one of my friends, and people who aren't really my friends but more like acquaintances, jumping and fist pumping with tears of complete pure joy because life didn't decide to be harsh and give them that happy ending they asked for. Me? I'm not asking for a happy ending, just one where I don't die. Take that back, death is fine too I guess. I am not sadistic. I just find it ridiculous to be afraid of the inevitable and rather just accept it. WOW this reeks of emo. Just to get things clear, it ain't. That's just the stench of my room which smells like.... ask Shazmeer. Or Alex. Depends actually, you straight?

Shifting theme now, no more spewing shit, now let's spew random shit. Because I'm unpredictable like that (I've been abusing this phrase too much, I think I'm becoming generic.... fuck that).

Bitter bitter me decides to not write anymore for now so ... shall rant/vent/spewshit later. If I don't post this now, it will never go up.

Love Is Only A Feeling

2010-12-17T12:19:00.004+08:00

Smitten is an exaggeration.

Yet saying I don't have feelings is an understatement.

I have those rare moments when I wish things aren't the way they are.

I'm trying not to live in that alternate reality where actions don't have consequences.

Doing a bang up job with that, I'd say.

I've missed writing to you.

So let The Darkness reign.

And everything will make sense once again.

Knowing me, I'm just in the mood for the umpteenth time.

Don't judge me for it, but I don't blame you for doing so.

There are a lot of "I"s in this post, actually, it's always ever been just "I"s.

Never "We"s.

I am not alone. Yeah, real convincing, Jimminy.

Now let's Starcraft.

Gooner through & through.

2010-09-26T00:20:00.002+08:00

It's hard to say how I feel like right now. On one hand, I can be relatively content seeing Chelsea and Sp*ds go down to 1-0 losses each. I can also be relieved that I did an honest shift of studying today (Yay Bio). Then again, I could be understandably just as wound up and bonkers as much as I am composed right now. The only reason I'm not jumping about and cursing excessively is because my fingers are doing so, on the keyboard, and with the mouse. The Arsenal, what can we say about you? One day you thump Braga for five. Then you go and let 30 seconds of insanity drop 2 points at the feet of a player whose name I can't and shan't even try remember. Beach balls. It doesn't stop there, a few days later, you (quite luckily, considering how an irishman almost took it all away in the dying minutes) make a Sp*ds team weep the cry that the League Cup is nothing of significance. Then you go and lose to a Baggies side .___." . What is it with Arsenal and promoted sides. Do we really take them for granted?

I could go on and on all night about the performance. It's hard to say I don't want to point the finger and fault anyone in particular, when I really want to. The team save for Samir Nasri all looked lackluster and it needed them to go down by 3 before they starting pumping up the tempo to a level we're so used to see on a regular basis at The Emirates. Firstly, I believe Wenger might have chosen the wrong 11 to begin with. Not saying that I would've doubted the strength of the team he put down. On any other day, I would've agreed it was the right thing to do. The return of Song and Diaby in the center of midfield were no surprise. I wouldn't have disagreed with his choices either. I guess he kind of rushed Diaby's comeback from that potentially fibula breaking tackle. Although, considering that Denilson (who has been out for so long) and Wilshere played 120 minutes in midweek, even I'd be reluctant to play either of them. As for other players who under performed, we could name a couple.

The first goal was a result of Sagna being sold too easily for my liking. All Thomas did was look right, he didn't even drop the shoulder or anything fancy, he just left Sagna for dead. The second goal was all about Clichy getting nutmegged with a backheel O_O + Koscienly not closing down the striker enough + Almunia not knowing how to control his eye-hand coordination. And lastly the third, I wouldn't say it was Almunia's fault....totally. Some might argue that he should have stayed on the line, which in truth, would have been the right thing to do considering the player running onto the ball was Brunt, who is a very left footed player, and I believe wouldn't have even gotten his shot on target. So lets give Almunia the benefit of the doubt that he didn't know Brunt couldn't shoot with his right foot, he came off his line but wasn't sure if he could make the tackle. At least he pushed the striker wide. That was probably the best he could have hoped for minus committing himself and smothering the ball from Brunt's feet. The defenders must have been ball watching because no one seemed to pick up Jerome Thomas who slotted it home. In the first place, Brunt shouldn't have been allowed a run at goal. Clichy's lapse in concentration allowed a loose ball to roll past him after committing to the interception too quickly.

Overall I'd say Arsenal just seemed to lack that steel and urgency. From Clichy's lapse in concentration for the second and third goal, Koscielny's error in trusting that Almunia could even accomplish the unthinkable task of covering his near post (shades of Cristiano Ronaldo's freekick in the UCL a few years back) to Eboue's ineffectiveness down the right hand side and Arshavin being a total pedestrian during most if not all of the match (save for his assist for Nasri's second). It's almost impossible to say Wenger could've picked an alternative side with so many out injured. Walcott's out so no one to replace Eboue. Chamakh needed help dealing with the two center backs and Arshavin was as oblivious as ever up to the last minute of the game. RVP is out so nothing here again. Diaby was off the pace, Fabregas to come back. Clichy really needs Gibbs to push him back into top form because the young englishman looks a safer prospect than his much experienced colleague. Vermaelen would sure up any defense when he comes back fit. We don't have anyone else to turn to in goal, I think if we kept Senderos, he'd be playing there right now. Just saying....

As for the whole keeper situation, I would really love to see Szczesny have a run out in the side now. If not, at least Vito Mannone. Almunia's lack of reassurance must be demoralizing for the back four. And I wouldn't want Fabianski anywhere nearer to the first 11 than he already is. It's a shame Gibbs is out for a 'supposedly' shorter period than expected, but I think Clichy has been prone to losing his concentration during certain periods of a match. Hopefully the return of Verminator and Fabregas for the Chelsea game could change the nature of things. Letting Arshavin start on the bench and moving Nasri out on the wing to torment Ivanovic. All we can do now is hope. What's done is done. Hats off to Samir Nasri who was the glow in an extinguished Arsenal side. What's more is that he played 90 minutes at Sunderland, 120 minutes at WHL and another 90 minutes at The Emirates. Being the spearhead of Arsenal's attack in two of those two matches. He is a trooper. And probably another reason why I love Arsenal all the more. Not because of him exactly, that'd make me a poof. No, I'm certainly not one, but I do love his spirit. That's 4 goals in two matches. Keep it up. That's all for now.

Arsenal for life.

Tonight on the show : Truth of the world.

2010-08-25T22:49:00.005+08:00

Truth #1 We don't always get the rub of the green

Truth #2 Life goes on with or without us

Truth #3 All things, good or bad, have an end

The loss of something important, like that time I had a level 97 Pikachu and left my cartridge inside the pocket of my pants. Or the time I dropped that bottle of coloured sand from Dubai with your name in it. Meant to give it to you the next day but in the midst of reading your name over and over in my palm, my fingers decided to adopt a klutzy nature. What about that time I misplaced all my birthday money. All gone, not to forget the pain that came with each and every one of these events. Heartache is something easily obtained, hard to lose, harder than losing any of the other things I've said. The list of things I regret would be never ending. But I guess I wouldn't have it any other way considering it's made me much more aware and thankful for the things I have. One thing about being hit over and over, sooner or later, you get used to it. So the hurt is less, the guilt is just as much, but you tend to grasp the fact that it's gone and live with the outcome much faster than you last did. I'm not saying I don't care anymore, I'm saying God has His ways and His wills. So if He wills it, so be it. Nothing I can do but let go and not live in the past, for what's done is done.

If we choose to live in the past, moan and whine about what we've lost, what we didn't deserve to happen to us, most probably nothing's going to come of it. Besides, as someone wiser than I am once said, "We shouldn't want pity from humans. We shouldn't want leeway or the benefit of the doubt of a man. Why would we ever want those things when God's is so much easier to get and so much more precious. The sad thing is, we only realize that when we don't get things our way." If you ask me, what's sadder still is someone who still doesn't see it when they don't get their way but just want more of mortal sympathy. Pathetic if you ask me. I'm not saying I've never wanted it, nor do I not want it anymore, I'm still human, I make mistakes, I have shortcomings, but I'm working on it. I still need that shoulder to lean on, I need your ear to listen sometimes because I'm human.

What motivated me to post tonight was the realization that in the coming months, I'm bound to lose some things. One thing I know I'm going to lose is the chance to travel with GA for the UK tour. I'm not mad about it because it just so happens that the Ministry of Education in Malaysia schedules SPM examinations at that time of the year. Nothing I can do to change it. Nor can I request Coach to move the dates so that they meet my requirements. That's selfish and unfair for the others, so I'm coming to terms with the idea that I'm going to miss out on another GA trip. I don't mind the thought of giving up my spot on the team for someone else, honestly I'm fine with that, what bothers me is missing the chance to be with the team. Last year, I heard news GA would be planning a tour to the UK. It didn't happen last year because 1) honestly, the squad was too small ; and 2) we weren't that good anyways. This year though, I guess I'll be sitting in that examination hall with thoughts of them taking off from KLIA in the back of my head as I try to concentrate on the piece of paper in front of my own eyes.

By the time next year comes around, I've got to start thinking about my future, seriously this time. So I guess I have to say goodbye, Goal. Not just yet, but I'm preparing myself for the inevitable. So it doesn't have to hurt as much as it does now.

Truth #4 I hate saying goodbye.

Just because.... doesn't mean....

2010-08-25T00:22:00.003+08:00

This blog is dead.

Since I'm pretty sure no one reads this page anymore, I guess I'll just update for the sake of doing one and letting the thoughts flow. My hiatus from writing anything of note, (to be honest, it's not as if I've ignored my blog completely, I do try and write some stuff every once in a while. It's just that I don't seem the end the posts. I have a couple saved as drafts. Mainly about how life has been, GA, our PNSB tournament and other stuff) can only be justified by the fact that I've actually been busy occupying myself with work. And I'm not saying this just to make me feel better on the inside because, SPM let alone trials are around the corner. I have been doing work... kind of. A whole lot more than I usedta do of course.

So yes, whilst MIA I've ,

1. taken part in the PNSB tourney with GA

2. finished reading The Lost Symbol twice

3. increasingly been surfing youtube everyday to watch sxephil and LikeTotallyAwesome just to keep myself 'updated'

4. bought new boots. correction, bought 3 new boots.

5. been playing football during fasting month :)

We did well, won 1 and drew 3. Unbeaten and conceded 0. I guess our only problem was scoring, 1 in the 4 matches. I played keeper most of the time because I twisted my left ankle in the warm up.

Mal'akh is a character I deeply sympathize with, I envy his physique though.

I love youtube.

I bought a pair of adinova boots. 3rd grade. It was a last minute thing because I was in desperate need of a pair for the following day, in the end, they just made my feet hurt. So on the weekend, my dad brought me to pavilion to get a new pair. I ordered widefit Predators with miAdidas. Love them. Then since it would (they've arrived by the way) take 3 weeks before I could get my hands on them, my dad decided to get me a quick fix. Bought me a pair of Nike Tiempos. Love them too. So here's the plan

Grace (or any other suckishly horrible field) = Adinova

Training with GA = Tiempos

Matches = Predators (Although, I don't intend to use them just yet. Maybe in a year. Or so...)

The knowledge that I can run around and play some half decent football without any water is comforting. Stamina up :)

Painting the canvas. #1

2010-06-19T21:23:00.004+08:00

Get the ball from the keeper. Run past the striker. Drop the shoulder, jink the opposite way. Feint to push it through for a millisecond and burst past the attacking midfielder . Keep running down the right wing and cut inside with a chop to get by the left winger. Pass it on to the center midfielder and make your way to the opposite side of the field as fast as you can. Center forward with the ball now and lay it off to the left for you to chase. Pass is over hit and ball looks to be rolling out before you stick a foot out and pull it back with your right foot and, on the turn anti clockwise, face the field again and flick the ball forward with the outside of your left foot through the legs of the right back. Through on goal with one more between you and the keeper. Skip with the ball on the right foot. A couple of step-overs and a drop of the shoulder to make a yard of space before passing one into the right bottom corner with the instep of your boot. Keeper no chance.

The Underdog's World Cup

2010-06-17T10:52:00.002+08:00

Having read a lot of opinions from various football blogs, I don't think I'll echo anything they've said, well, not much anyways. Yes, it's been a dull WC apart from Germany's showing. There's a lot of noise being made about the Vuvuzelas, noise which seems to be noisier than the horn itself. Keepers were complaining before the tournament began that the Jabulani was unpredictable and horrible. So far the only 2 goals that have looked to support that claim appear to be more caused by goalkeeping howlers. The ball looks to be giving strikers a harder time if anything, seeing shots fly in to row z over and over again it was as if they were purposely trying to score 3 points.

Something I do want to have a say about is my own personal view. It’s weird that this time around the WC seems to have more hype about it. Maybe it’s because football’s a beautiful game and more people are taking interest. Or maybe the last time the WC was around I was a little too naively stuck in my own bubble of socialism. Whatever the case, the amount of status updates on facebook and tweets about what’s going on is honestly boring. If it’s witty and funny, I don’t mind. But if it’s just a common statement like “Spain sucks” or “How the hell could Spain lose?!?!?!?!?!?!” then just don’t please. You’re wasting milliseconds of my time having to scroll even more just to find a decent thing to read. If you’re voicing your opinions which happen to vary from others’, go ahead. But I don’t think it’s necessary to spam something someone said 2 minutes ago and the minute before and 20 seconds ago.

If you’re wondering why it’s such a low scoring WC, and you probably are since a lot of people watching don’t really seem to understand football that deeply, it’s because the gulf in quality between the nations has disappeared. Countries which are favourites seem to have just rolled over playing pretty football without any drive or penetration as if they’d get 3 points. They probably would if it only required showing up with a high rank in FIFA. Yes, England, Italy and Spain, I’m talking about you. In contrast, USA and Paraguay deserved their point. Working nonstop to squeeze the play once it got into their third of the field. Hats off to Switzerland for putting one over Spain.

That’s what you get for starting that hag with a big mouth who keeps going on about Fabregas having ‘Barca DNA’ in him. Personally, I’d prefer Fabregas to start in his place because the Premier League is much faster paced and physically more demanding than the Spanish Premiera Liga. Which the Swiss are, physically superior to the Spanish. Besides, Fabregas seems to carry Arsenal all on his own whereas Xavi doesn’t carry Barcelona. He’s got a certain Lionel Messi to do that for him. Yeah, maybe Fabregas is short on match fitness, but if you’re team is down by a goal and have half an hour to change the outcome of the game, I’d say throw on different kind of support to provide ammunition for a different kind of artillery. Villa isn’t going to want to battle it out in the air against the Swiss centerbacks. Navas was just poor (like a latino Theo Walcott). Iniesta should’ve come off for Fabregas if Spain wanted to salvage the game. Torres should have started. Llorente as well, because of his physique.

Barca you can fuck off because you arrogant pricks seem to think that playing pretty passing is going to get you 3 points by default. ( I say Barca because, Puyol, Pique, Sergio Busquests, Iniesta, Xavi and Villa were in the starting line up.) You have no penetration (because Messi is off playing for Argentina). Ever since Barca have been trying to tap up Fabregas, they have lost my respect and if you remember their loss to Inter, they were pulling out all the stops ( Busquests' dive to get Motta sent off ) to not lose. So Spanish football isn't as great as everyone thinks it to be. They're just sore losers, the sorest the are.

Futsal

2010-06-14T10:19:00.000+08:00

3-5pm @ Sportsbarn

Confirmed
ashraff
daniel
affiq
jeremy
weifeng
hakeem
adam
hilman
vivek
raehan
sandeep
shazmeer
kamal
tyron
yoongtat
vince
nabil
syafiq

Pending
alex

Canceled
Kevin
Shaun
Eugene
Ariff
Fenderick
DErrick
Wen Hui
Ben
Brandon
Kheng Kin

CLOSED! no more space

You've got me dancing.

2010-06-13T07:55:00.002+08:00

Well, not really. Just Tommy Sparks.

Had an awesome 2 days over at Tyron's place. Arrived first on Thursday at 5pm. We just watched Glee episodes from Laryngitis to Funk in a fully a/c-ed room under (seperate) blankets. By the time the next person arrived we were starving, too bad Alex isn't edible. Then Marcus came. Then Wen Hui and Brandon. Then Pizza. Speaking of which, I'm starving for breakfast right now, but that will have to wait, I don't want to lose the writing mood. Plus, I shouldn't stuff myself today. Finally have some football.

....

Too bad, I got distracted by Chinese Guy Loves his Grandma.
Chao outside bitches.

Bugga-bugga

2010-06-05T22:40:00.005+08:00

I don't feel the way I'm supposed to. I don't do things I'm told to. I think my conscience knows it has a brain to decide for itself. What do you think?

Just because I ignore you, doesn't mean I'm pissed. It just means I don't want to talk to you. Period. So let's leave it at that.

Today was such an epic fail, it deserves to be told.
Planned to have football at 8-10. Canceled because I have a cold and it was drizzling.
Planned to have Nostalgia's photo shoot from 10-12. Failed because it is YDP Agong's birthday today.
Planned to have (well, this was the most farfetched of all) futsal from 2-4. Failed because it was just a sure-fail plan.
Planned to go for make up session at GA from 5-7. Failed because I had no transport home because my parents had to go for a wedding. *My iTunes just so happens to choose to play Taeyang right now*.

So that was my fail day. Fantastic =)

How things works : My brain during exams.

2010-05-26T21:12:00.003+08:00

How to bend it like Beckham?

Apply Bernoulli's principle. The more spin generated on the ball, the more is swerves. This is because the air on one side of the ball has a higher velocity when the ball spins, hence imbalancing the air pressure on either side, thus bending the freekick into the top corner.

Why do you think Lennon, Walcott and Messi run so fast?

It's because their legs are shorter than others. Well, not really, but it does help because the shorter the length of the leg, the shorter its period of oscillation. Meaning they can take more steps in a shorter time than the likes of ordinary people like you and I. Just like the pendulum bob. The shorter the length of the pendulum, the shorter the period for an oscillation.

What's the definition of plasma?

That gooey transparent liquid that oozes out of my wounds when I slide tackle on fields like Grace. It hardens and turns a dark colour, sealing the wound for new skin to form over the cuts. What's best about it? I get to peel off the scabs =D

Define Pascal's principle.

First thoughts would be of players like Pascal Cygan and Pascal Chimbonda. Both defenders, who need to apply equal pressure to every part of the oppositions attack in order to win back the ball. This tactic is called pressing. In physics terms, it means that a pressure applied to an enclosed liquid is transmitted equally throughout the liquid. F1/A1 = F2/A2

2010s 19 May isn't as 19 May after all.

2010-05-20T22:40:00.002+08:00

Hello blog. It’s been a while since I put my thoughts into words. Mostly because of the constantly bumper to bumper schedule and also for the spikes in internet connection that make writing for long periods very tedious. This time I’ve let myself off the hook and taking a respite from life, for a moment. It’s the 20^th of May today and yesterday may have been one of the most depressing days I’ve ever had, let alone birthdays.

It didn’t help that we’re sandwiched in between midterms, well, at least it was English, that was as good as it was going to get. A little tiny consolation from God seeing as everything else just had to drop like a colossal dark cloud of gloom, around me. I learned that Football Focus has come to an end. I hear you ask, “For this season?”. I wish. After 9 years of production, numerous guest panelists and countless arguments between the old chaps it has come to an end.

No more, sitting back in that sofa on a Tuesday night just waiting for it to be 8 (Or 11 for the replays)

No more, savoring the knowledge and analysis.

No more, pointing out to myself how often Shebby uses the phrase, “Very much so, John.”

No more, enjoying the intuitive view on everything football.

No more....

No more.

What saddens me further is that I can remember what it felt like to watch these 5 old men argue amongst one another back when I was still in that single storey house at number 4. I practically grew up learning about football by watching these guys. The show started about the same time I picked up interest in football, 2001. If I’m not mistaken that is, yes, standard 2, 2001 right? Most of what I know, how I look at football, my thoughts on the beautiful game all branched from this show. It just feels very disheartening to know I will never be able to watch them again. I do hope they come back one day to continue because this show wasn’t only entertaining, it was educational, it was a forum for crying out loud. The only one I’ll ever take interest in and listen attentively, more so than I do in class, admittedly. To hell with those other footy shows, Four Four Two? Football Crazy? Yeah, enjoyable for some but I love the very wise manner Focus goes on about things in the footballing world.

....

Enough about that, despite that being most of my childhood gone along with the ‘teacher’ who taught me ‘football politics’, it wasn’t the worst news of all. Of all the days in the 365 day long calendar, Cesc Fabregas chooses to tell Arsene Wenger that he wants to move on from Arsenal on the eve of my birthday. So by the time news hits stands and word gets out, yes, it is my birthday. For the rest of my life 19 of May will forever be the day ‘Fab returns home’. If and only if he does choose to move in the coming summer. Personally, I feel that he should be given his freedom. He has served Arsenal well, and although it would kill me to see him leave, he will forever be a Gooner. I still remember my first time watching him play. I was in London with my family. We were visiting my dad who had been in France for a month for a course. So we decided to spend a week in London when he was done.

It was about 11pm there and I was alone in the lounge of our apartment. Everyone was asleep from jetlag but I wasn’t. That’s when I turned on the tele to find an Arsenal game starting. It was against Manchester City in 2004 I think. The Carling Cup. I looked at the Arsenal team sheet to see alien names. I still remember the team. After 6 years.

Manuel Almunia, Emmanuel Eboue, Phillipe Senderos, Johan Djourou, Gael Clichy, Jermaine Pennant, Cesc Fabregas, Mathieu Flamini, Robin Van Persie, Daniel Karbasyoon, Arturo Lupoli.

On the subs bench, the only name I can recall is Quincy Owusu Abeyie. Arsenal played a 442 formation with RVP on the left wing. Everyone else lined up in order as above, GK, RB to LB, RM to LM and the two forwards. It was strange watching this new young Arsenal. No Dennis Bergkamp, Thierry Henry, Patrick Vieira, Robert Pires, Freddie Ljunberg, Jose Antonio Reyes, Gilberto Silva, Ray Parlour, Sol Campbell, Ashley Cole, Lauren, Kolo Toure or Jens Lehmann.

It was mesmerizing watching them play for the first time of my life. I forgot who scored the first goal, but I vividly remember Fabregas holding possession of the ball on the edge of the 18 yard box, waiting for the perfect moment to thread the ball for the perfect opportunity. He delayed and delayed and delayed until he thought it was right to play the ball in behind the opposing right back for an on running Daniel Karbasyoon who finished clinically to give the new generation Arsenal a comfortable Two-Nil lead against a first team ManC. Eventually, City did pull a goal back from a Robbie Fowler freekick, which was lucky since his slip right before striking the ball made it swerve down with topspin. From then on, I promised myself then and there, I would whole heartedly support this Arsenal team to the day I die or when beautiful football is no longer the priority of utmost importance.

6 years on, 6 (Including Fabregas) of those 12 players I mentioned are still plying their trade at the club. Full senior team members despite some may be under fire for lacklustre performances. 1 year ago there were 7 of them. 3 years ago there were 9. It seems that they are starting to break apart now. Almunia has certainly gone backwards in terms of progress. Eboue has resurrected his career somewhat. Senderos moved to Everton during January, pity him, he had so much potential. Pennant playing somewhere in Spain. Good for him being one of the very few Englishmen to be playing in a foreign country. Flamini is at AC Milan, still impressive as before. As for Karbasyoon and Lupoli, I have no idea of their whereabouts. Clichy, Djourou, Fabregas and Van Persie are all practically first 11 players (besides Djourou). Fabregas was the core of that team, if he leaves, it would mean the end of another young team that had so much potential.

Moving on... does it ever happen to you? Do you ever get those moods that make everything else seem quite blunt? I had that on the night of the 19^th. It’s strange when you feel down and very subdued when there’s nothing that logically, supposed to bring you down. Not as if someone died. Not as if you’ve been hit by a crisis. Not as if you’re suffering from any dilemma. I have no way of explaining this other than that I’m being rather selfish and just caught up with things I’m not supposed to let bother me. Most of the time I deal with this by just sleeping. Waking up after even half an hour of snoozing just makes things back to normal. Like a reset button on everything I'm feeling. But this morning I woke up with as much of the crappy feeling within me if not more of it. Blame the damned dreams. Enough for now, I've gone on longer than expected. Until next time, blog.

It's just me, the grass, and you.

2010-04-08T23:30:00.005+08:00

I'm proud of you guys. I'm proud of what I made of it. I'm proud of DJ. This team will forever remain in my memory. For the first time, I get to step on the field for my school. It's been horrible warming the sidelines, filling up forms, handing out water bottles for the past two years. Always the onlooker when you guys get to run your lungs out for each other. This time it's different. I get to join in. I get to pull my share of the load. No regrets there I suppose.

It didn't turn out exactly like we planned it, of course not, if it did, we'd be champs. Alas, they way we got on about it was nothing to be ashamed of. We ran out lungs out, we played for each other, despite the lack of touch and quality, we made up for that with determination and back tracking. I know it wasn't easy, but know that I will forever give the benefit of the doubt, to me, you guys gave as much as I could have asked for. I hope I didn't let anyone down. I'm just honored to have captained you guys this year.

Some would say our group was easy, I would have agreed looking at it on paper. With BU3 in the group, no disrespect to them, but we thought that would mean we'd get past to the knockout rounds. Surprisingly they were tougher than expected. During the pre-game line up. I joked with my team, asking them, "Is this really BU3? I thought they were a b-balling school." Their line up looked threatening enough with a couple of big players who looked the part at least. The match throughout was a tight affair. We nicked it with a one - nil win courtesy of a Derrick belter a la Paul Scholes from the edge of the box. The moment the ball dropped to him on the edge of the box it seemed as if time stood still and the BU3 defensive line had unanimously elected on giving him the time and space to measure a half volley. Straight as an arrow it went, right into the top left corner. I was right in line behind him, followed the ball all the way with my eyes and I just let loose when the net rippled. A pure war cry came out from my mouth and I wasn't even aware of who or what inhabited my body for those few seconds before reminding myself we still had a game to play and it's not over yet. Composed myself and made sure everyone still stayed focused. Rode our luck a little bit, but we constantly stayed on top of the game.

There was one point in the match when we were defending a corner from the left. I picked up the tallest player, number 10 if I'm not mistaken. Andrew is it? Can't remember his name really, just picked it up from one of his mates shouting at him. He tried knocking it past me on the edge of the box, nicked it off of him and started the counter. Laid it off to Rizqan in front of me and sprinted to the right, he sucked in the oncoming defender before playing a through ball to the right wing. There I was, in unfamiliar territory bursting down the right flank with the ball at my feet and yards of space. Don't have to ask me if it was a weird sight, everyone on the bench stared on perplexed to see the obese center back gunning up like a winger just to carelessly play a lofted early cross which was over hit straight to the keeper. In all honesty, I intended to pick out Khairul's run but didn't get enough inswing on the ball. So there it is, my recollection of the first match. 1-0 vs BU3.

Second one was much more tiring. Constantly bombarded by the Taman Medan left winger. Thanks to Fawwaz, Hafez and Emir we cleared our lines well. 0-0.
First day over, goals scored : 1 goals conceded : 0 . Not bad. Won 1 Drawn 1. Finished second of the group just because Taman Medan beat BU3 by 2 goals to nil.
On the second day we lost to eventual champions KD10 2-0. I have to say the goals were avoidable. Nevertheless, I congratulate everyone of the players for the shift they put in. The goals were cheap, we were unluckily rattled by nerves. Hearing them go on into the quarters and beat Sri Permata, then onwards to the semis beating BU4, 4-0 and winning the final against Bukit Bintang with either a score of 2-0 or 3-0. Makes me think that we were actually a force to be reckoned with. Still got face lose to champions with the best score.

I'm not really up to writing much more, maybe I shall keep the tale for a better time.
From sideline spectator for 2 years, to Captain in my last. DJ, I'm not done with you yet.
As for now, those minutes on the field, I can safely say, are my proudest 120 minutes of football.

Everyone, DJ on three!

I'd sing you a song. Just not what you'd want to hear.

2010-03-16T23:43:00.004+08:00

Why bother keeping a blog. My attention span is that of a modern day teenager. Measured in milliseconds. Before I reach anything important I'd have deemed this unworthy of my time and moved on to more 'interesting' things to do in that moment.

Actually, if I wanted to sum it all up, I'd tell you to listen to Can't Fight This Feeling sung by Cory Monteith on Glee.

But since I owe myself that much to at least stimulate the old noggin' a little bit, I should get some writing done. Even if it does end up being pointless and to be nothing of your concern. If we're lucky, it just might hit a curb and amazingly wander off course to somewhere much more ... .... ....... meaningful? Yeah, that'll do just nice.

So, here goes. I've been so very confused lately. Some of you may know that I'm trying to turn over a new leaf. I tell myself I'm doing fine. Then suddenly, whilst everything seems right and giddy, your subconscious mind throws a slushy in your face. Apparently something isn't all that right after all. So here I am, thinking what should I do. Once again, all this refers back to the song. So if you want to know, go and have a listen.

A few days back I had a dream. Something that didn't exactly fit my mood just before I went to sleep, but brought up some questions that need answering and matters to address. I'd tell you, only if you asked. = ]

Football's been awesome. Arsenal have been fantastic. Glee has been time consuming.
My tooth has been a bitch. So much for being 'wise', it's going tomorrow. I wonder what cutting open one's gum and hacking into one's jaw bone will feel like. She's been running my thoughts ragged without doing anything =) I tend to do it myself. Which sucks.

Turns out all this was was a short update. I need someone to talk to.

Epic commentary.

2010-03-07T16:46:00.002+08:00

Arsecast 5th March 10'.
Shawcross is a cunt. Hahahahah! Listen to this please. You love football? Then do it, trust me.

Oh, Africa!

2010-03-05T20:23:00.003+08:00

Yes, dear. I've missed you too.

Fresh from witnessing Arsenal brush aside Burnley, I now contemplate what tomorrow is going to be like. Strapping up with my battle gear, armed with some kind of unknown feel good determination to express myself out on the plains of war. It's going to be my clean canvas on which I'm going to pour onto it all my passed emotions, all the spurs of the moment, all this love and hate. Every kind of emotional ammunition supplied by you.

Some say I've lost a bolt in the head. Some say it has been wrong of me to express myself the way I have. Some say I'm not what I once was. Yes, I know I'm not. That's mainly because of what God, life and you gave me. I'm sorry I'm not built to cope with things the same sane way you go about doing it. Blame game aside, I brought this upon myself and tomorrow is make or break. Make it and I'll have put my emotions at ease, for now. Break and I'll break into a million pieces beyond repair so that you can then look down on me and feel disgust.

Now sleep, you.

2010-02-16T15:21:00.002+08:00

Aaahh... wake up early in the morning, shower, today is gonna be good =)
.......
.........
Oh God, I'm bored out of my mind - none of the Bens online to l4d2 - no one to skype - chatting is just dull - youtube is being gay - no ones updated their blogs - nothing new on the Arsenal sites - leaves room, pwns some quai lohs on fifa10 - laggy connection - manager mode, Birmingham City, signs Alex Song on loan - offs ps3, on astro - channel surfing from 101, 102, 103, 104, 107, 108, 411, 412, 413, 612, 615, 616 (Yes, i still enjoy cartoons =D), 701, 702, 703, 705, 711, 712, 713, 714, 811, 812, 813, 814 - Repeats cycle 3 times and settles on one channel for half an hour at least - off tv, go online - refresh facebook - sound the horn - stalk random girls - go through outdated photo albums - blast iTunes - play solitaire - get bored some more - leave lappie, go on astro - stone on Mtv, Channel V and Hitz with phone in hand to list down songs i wanna download - go to lappie, on bitcomet - dl songs - Download speed 0kb/s ... 20kb/s :) ... 80kb/s :D ... 70kb/s:D... 30kb/s :)... 5kb/s :| ... 0kb/s , Estimated time 2:20:43:59 WTF PWNTGE! >:O - fuck bitcomet, on MPCstar - watch Glee episodes, Dianna Agron is an angel 0=) - falls asleep on bed - wake up sweaty - pray - sleep some more - oh gosh, its dinner already?

Repeat routine for another 2 days and these hols are deemed shitty.

Riiiiight...

2010-02-13T00:42:00.000+08:00

Does it bother you to be alone?

2010-02-09T22:36:00.002+08:00

Do you believe in love at first sight?
Yeah I'm certain that it happens all the time.
- Jim Sturgess, With A Little...

***
Days drag by and the weeks add another notch on that 4 by 4 cell wall in my mind. It's only February and I feel my body reek of lethargy as I have learned how to minimize bodily functions just to preserve some energy for when I feel like doing a 'Bridge in The Parish'. Not speaking of which, we've all got drama comp this week.

Remember this.

2010-02-09T18:56:00.001+08:00

Nick, Gau Wei, Vince, Ry, Kamal, Tyron, Chin Tak, Derrick, KKK, Ronald, Ke Ming, Krish, Tat, Nicole, Shaz, Alex

Month #2

2010-02-07T00:41:00.002+08:00

I love to play beautiful football but I'm not afraid to do the dirty work.
- Cesc Fabregas
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This quote alone expresses exactly how I like to play it.
Fab for now, Gooner for life.

Miss Dianna Agron

2010-01-23T00:57:00.004+08:00

Brunette , check
Brown eyes, check
Gorgeous face, check.
Voice = sex, check.

"She's Jewish." "So?" [:

2010-01-22T00:20:00.002+08:00

There comes a time limit every night where nothing seems on par as it usually would be. Personally, emotionally. Whatever.

Hey there, you. Been missin' ya an awful lot.

ManC 2 - 1 ManU | Tevez Brace

2010-01-20T14:03:00.001+08:00

"Shut it, you prick!" Come on, Carlos! Whoop whoop!

2010-01-19T11:24:00.002+08:00

Now I just look pitiful. It's as if I've been crying my eyes out minutes before you saw me. They've withdrawn to little slits in my eye sockets. I need my AdiShades!

NGEEEEEEE=D

2010-01-18T23:26:00.002+08:00

I take no credit for this. All i did was visit the site and took a screen shot. DJ = Sohai edi

God just knows.

2010-01-18T19:36:00.002+08:00

It's funny how God knows how to make life seem so fair yet one sided at times. I've been partying non-stop since Friday at Alex's. Subway for the first time of my life with Alex, Andrea, Tyron, Brenda and Harpreet the following afternoon. Jelly's pool party Saturday night. First GA training of the year on Sunday evening and straight to Timmy's right after. All in all, one of the most hectic weekends considering it being in between school days. Reaching home last night, I told myself that it was awful of me to take advantage of the situation but what am I supposed to do when I'm already invited? No, I'm not the type of person who gives excuses to not attend a party. So yes, by last night I felt fatigue taking its toll. That place in your chest where the heart is supposed to be feels as if it's been replaced with a ball of thick, hot barb wire. I go on to remind myself that I haven't touched a single bit of homework, so much for this being the last year and getting my priorities straight.

I prepared myself for the tomorrow that would see me get the retribution for not being the good student I so wanted to be.

I woke up this morning with a red eye. First impressions were, "Hey, I look a little like Cyborg" =P. Then I realize how much of a bitch it turns out to be. Yes, like those times, you finally see how shitty people can get during trying times.
Reverting..
Doc gives me an MC for 3 days. I know it isn't the miracle break one would wish for but sometimes, God gives us things we need without having asked for it. Alhamdulillah.

It's our time, says he who inspires.

2010-01-12T22:20:00.005+08:00

I know, compared to the regularity of my posts, this has been too long overdue, according to some. The new year has been kind to most of us, most of me. The conflicts of old have come undone and the strange air of cooperation is seething through the new air of the new decade. Bad habits have been subdued hopefully for good, intend to keep it as it is and throttle life by the neck and make it give me what's mine. Rightfully.

I can't believe this is our final year in DJ. Fresh memories of us moaning over the parting of primary friends, memorizing the new school anthem and receiving that all important Red tag that somehow, told me that this is special. Our year is special. Why else would we have gotten Red? As it is, here we are, with everyday being the last day on the calendar we live as students of DJ. We've gone through our last first day, our last first week, our last Self Motivation Program. So let's make everyday from here on end worth the run. Personally intend on doing that by leaving my mark on the school. Getting myself involved in as many places as I possibly can. After school activities are going to get bumped a class up in terms of tightness. From Handball and Rugby on Mondays, running Football sessions on Tuesdays, and here's a surprise for most of you, I joined Leo, but only for the fact that it conveniently suited my schedule with Maju on Thursdays and Cadet on Saturdays. Also am trying to get into Quarter Master and contributing writers for the English department of Nostalgia. Not to mention the amount of help I'm going to need from tuition. It's going to be hectic, but what's the challenge if not yeah?
So God, if you ever read blogs, here's a prayer to give us strength to bring close our secondary years with an absolute high.

Cue song 'With A Little Help From My Friends - A.T.U. cover version'
just because.

The only way we're going to survive this year, I think, is with some help. We'll need it for sure. No one deserves to stand alone. So let's bring it home, together, the last stretch before that final corner to the chequered flag, the second leg of the semis before the all important finals. This is our year, this is our time, because we're making it.

This is TwentyTen. And we. Are. Your. Seniors.

Projectile Plasma

2009-12-27T14:19:00.006+08:00

A case of short story long? Maybe.

Seeing that this is probably going to be my last post (depending on my mood) of the year that was let alone the naughties might as well make it reminiscent, a little, at least. Intro aside, I'm debating with myself whether to end this post with a high or low note. We'll just see how it folds out, and a voice in my head shouts, "Just wing it, mate! We love it that way yeah?", beaming. Right, moving on. Personally I think many of us are maturing, all finding out more about ourselves as well as others. Strangers to acquaintances, acquaintances to associates, associates to friends, friends to so-called, self-proclaimed, genetically remote, gayness-to-the-max-without-actually-being-gay brotherhoods. Said brothers who supposedly are the same people we chat to online daily, we spam facebook notifications, we camwhore with, we bum around with and (regretfully, at that) mark each others room with our own scent. _||_(-_o)_||_ for the dutch-fucking-ovens. Haha.

As I was saying, all of us have in a sense, be it a little, grown up in certain ways. Being more aware of ones actions and the consequences that come with it. Being able to go to that person and say "Hah! I'm taller than you now!" (in a totally non-malicious and jokingly way) as to previously. Or grasping knowledge we never had a year ago. (Bloody hell, there I go with the cliche remarks again) Useful or not. Mostly useful, to yourself. Who's to judge that, eyh?

Here's to summing up 2009. It was eventful. And no, I'm not going to go into the general things that happened because this is my blog and I'm not going to be repetitive. Talking about stuff that have been covered by others. Instead I'm going to write a little more personally. You can go procrasturbate (credits to urban dictionary) if you're not interested. It's been one year and more since I was introduced to the Goal Academy. Thank you, Adam for that. It's been awesome being with you guys through the highs and lows. I still look to the day I received the captain's armband for confidence. I'm sorry if this might sound egoistical of me but I loved that moment so much. In truth, all of you around me help me out loads on the field, if not for you guys being vocal with me, I might sometimes be very isolated within myself. I know I may (MAY) be a little arrogant here but I'm not trying to be, I think I'm the type who likes to get stuck in , and that I'm not easily bothered, but when I do finally crack, I break into a thousand tiny pieces which take time to be put back together. I think so... what do you think? Drop something in the cbox if you wouldn't mind. Not that I'd be disheartened if no one answered this. Singapore was one that'll never be forgotten. The 7 hour bus ride, late night Chucky and alleged dutch ovens, 1-0 over Tanglin, and having my feet covered in a whole lot of plasma, new Nike socks you guys got for me ( which reminds me of Justin spilling his drink in the mall, even though I wasn't there. ) and Z putting himself in the firing line as keeper. Not to mention the crappy stuff you guys did like overdosing on Red Bull.

I've recently been under performing, by my own standards. Need to get my hunger and touch back. What used to be a simple knock on and finish is now hard to come by, always having to check back and pass, which doesn't always find its intended target nowadays. I need futsal, badly. What's this I hear about a couple of form 2s calling us out?

Inevitably, there's school. Not an inspiring year academically by any means. It being woeful would be an understatement. Maybe because some call it the honeymoon year I could be spared some stick, but honestly, I didn't keep my end of the bargain up. I don't wish that I could've done better, I'm not disappointed, nor am I even bothered by it in truth. I can see people pulling their hairs out and beating me across the top of my head with a shoe in their minds already. I've got time, chill. Sooner or later I'll have my act all cleaned up. I've already begun a little mind you just to please you people out there. Hope the coming term's going to be easy on the eyes in terms of its outcome. There was also a minor thing about Majlis Sukan Sekolah Daerah this year. Hopefully I'll be actually playing in next years squad. Instead of filling up paper work for all you cunts.

Joke. I don't care as long as I'm there to watch some football.

When I started this post I was thinking about posting up recent news about the bus that crashed in Ipoh and a nasty Christmas Eve celebration in Penang, but seeing as I'm no mood to be pessimistic before the New Year, nor repeat general news, I won't. Just touching on it a little, goes to show that life's short and ends when least expected, so do what you must at any given time, so you don't die leaving question marks. Then again, there's the Christmas thingy in Penang, which just shows us that there's always, always space for common sense and doing things that are appropriate for its time and place.

Should I go on?

I think I could really. On Arsenal's performance last night, it was solid. Three - Nil at home to an accomplished side in Villa, who are challenging for that coveted fourth and final Champions League spot.

( Since were going into football here, I don't care if I repeat anything, I'm going to say what I want just because )

Fabregas once again proving how inspirational he is to the team. Coming on for just over 20 minutes and wreaking havoc in the Villa back line. Firstly his 40 yard free kick driven just over the cross bar. Then getting fouled by Dunne on the edge of the D to earn a nicely placed free kick. Couldn't have been placed better on the training ground, so up steps Captain Fab and picks his spot into the top left hand corner. No chance Friedel, mate. Villa didn't give in, they kept on their pursuit of an equalizer. Then caught on the break after James Milner's misplaced ( and somewhat lazy, complacent and casual ) pass and Traore was free to pick out a long diagonal cross field ball to Theo Walcott who had Fabregas for support. Both bombing on straight to the heart of the Villa defense, and finally the England right winger released Fabregas with a threaded through ball for the Spanish internaitonal to slip it past a despairing Friedel. 2-0 to the Arsenal and Fabregas was subbed off for Aaron Ramsey after what looked like he had strained his hamstring again in his second goal of the match. Pray to God that it isn't long term. An injury reoccuring is usually worse than the initial one. That's it, the game done and dusted, Diaby running at the Villa center backs and they were polite enough to back off and give him the invitation to shoot. To which he obliged and placed it neatly into Friedel's right corner. Side foot finish from edge of the box. No grand slam for Villa. Another Boxing Day victory for The Gooners! Now, who's caught Wenger's eye for that sole striker position. Just throwing some names into the hat ( sorry for any spelling errors, I'm trying to remember their names by heart ) , there's the old rumor of Maruone Chamakh, probably Carlton Cole? What about, Ruud Van Nistelrooy. Other good target men out there include, Edin Dzeko and Pierre-Alain Gignac or something of the sort. Well, that's it for this year. I've got more in the noggin' but am tired of typing so much.

Happy New Year and have an awesome start to the tens.

2009-12-26T16:25:00.000+08:00

2009-12-22T20:56:00.003+08:00

I've had my fill of L4D2 for 2009. Damn nice weih, marathon from 10am to 4pm. Versus mode on 3 different maps. Hard Rain, Swamp Fever and Dead Center.

Hilman

Ben

ZunZheng

Gavin

Tat

Ronald

Tyron

First game (Swamp Fever) my team (Me, Ronald, Ben) won by 5 points. WOOT!

Second map my team (Hard Rain) (Me, Tyron, Ben) lost.

Last map (Dead Center) (Me, Tyron, Ben, Tat) tar pao their assess.

Moment of the day:

CoolDevil walks into room. HotMess stands guard outside.

Hilman : Woi! Oron, got what in the room!?

Tyron : Er... got ammo. Got pistol..... . Oh... and got hunter.

*SexyBitch pinned CoolDevil*

WTF!

2009-12-18T19:38:00.002+08:00

I need to play. Soon.

What do the Dutch have in relation with ovens?

2009-12-13T13:52:00.011+08:00

In a week where I ignored the doctors orders, screwed my ankle up even more, got a hangover on caffeine, saw one of the best Premier League results (without Arsenal even kicking a ball yet), was reminded of myself by a Honduran left back (let's be arrogant here, a little) and see the number of 'Best-Of-The-Naughties' lists pile up one over the other.

It begins from last Saturday (5th) and I'm barely passed one week of recovery. I decided to join the lost boys for some futsal. Apparently told myself that I wouldn't go anywhere near the court and just sit on the sidelines and scrutinize. How wrong I was. My feet itched so badly I threw off my slippers and decided a run in goal wasn't going to harm anyone. Before I knew it I had the ball at my feet trying to slalom passed people with my left ankle still in its aircast. It felt good to let loose a little and get the frustration out. Oh yes, I returned home after that to greet my parents homecoming from Mecca.

A couple of days later and I'm quite confused about what I'm supposed to. 007 was a blast. Didn't do wonders for my ankle though. Especially with the head-banging, fist pumping, floor thumping moshpits. What's ironic is that I got stepped on my ankle when I was standing aside being a bystander. I felt someone's heels crush against my foot whilst I had my back turned away from the dance floor. The night was far from over as we left Tropicana. Just try imagining what 4 boys would do in the dead of night when they're hungry, in need of female companionship and full of methane. Here's a hint, frozen mamak food & McDs, an increasing phone bill and bed covers which have to be burnt to disinfect. There's also the matter of never trying Ariff-made-coffee. Most would put in 2/3 spoons full of coffee powder yes? I'm not hooked on coffee so I wouldn't know. But he filled the mug up 'til midpoint. I being a person who hates to waste, finished the damned thing. Only to be in a seriously fucked up state for the next 2 days.

Twas also a week where Manchester United were stunned at home to a Villa side who rode their luck and Friedel's strong wrists. Chelsea were also guilty of not keeping the opposition strike force at bay. Evidently, Cech has been found wanting in these last few outings for The Blues, and he seems to be as nervous as a kitten when it comes to lofted balls into his box. Terry and Carvalho look suspect at the back and it just seems as if their defense which is at full strength could be compared to United's patchy one. Maynor Figueroa pulled an absolute belter from his array of not so many goals. Only 2 for Wigan to be exact. 60 yards out, quick free kick, keeper off his line. *I drift back to that day at Megah field.

I also voted for Iniesta's goal in the Champions League against Chelsea earlier in May, as my goal of the year for the Fifa Puskas 2009 award. I'm sure you have your opinions, just hear me out. All I see in this goal is the ability to place the ball with the outside of the boot, into the top corner. Knowing all to well that he's probably not going to produce much power with no run up. Also that if he misses this, his team are out of the Champions League. So, go all in or fold? I respect his judgment to go ahead with the shot. My hats off to him. The Strokes also were awarded best album of the naughties. No dispute there. Anyone who says otherwise, go bugger yourself.

They snore

2009-12-11T05:44:00.005+08:00

I blame Ariff's first attempt at making coffee for my inability to sleep now. I think I could go on for 2 days without any rest. Nick and Ariff have given in to the sandman's call and I'm here with nothing for company apart from Fly.fm.

2009-12-07T14:42:00.005+08:00

Shuffle my playlist and the first 15 songs I get:
Mirage - Pesawat
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me - Fall Out Boy
She Wolf - Shakira
Club Foot - Kasabian
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson
Come Together - Michael Jackson
Clocks - Coldplay
If Only - The Kooks
Pocket Full Of Stars - Nine Black Alps
I Want You - Across The Universe Soundtrack
New Perspective - Panic At The Disco
Meet Me Halfway - Black Eyed Peas
Tak Bisakah - Peterpan
Burning Down The House - The Used

I'm walking on my own two feet this morning. Today's my last day on pain killers.

Despite being unable to play, nothing's keeping me from football. Went down to Amcorp Mall yesterday morning to watch GA's friendly against MBPJ U16. The itch in my feet to put on my CTRs and chase down the ball was so aggravating. How badly I wanted to help. It was a scrappy match. GA won 2-1. Although the opposing team's parents were real..... whatever. They said they didn't have a full team playing. As a matter of fact, neither did GA. I'd love a rematch. Let's see how you fair against GA's full team. After the match wasted the rest of my day at Adam's until 5. Played Winning Eleven 2010 on PS3 the whole time. Switchfoot's new album Hello Hurrican is awesome by the way. Then followed Adam to GA training. I just watched and talked to coach as everyone else went about the usual routine. Training ended with penalties. I know I shouldn't have, but my ankle felt fine, so I stepped up to take one myself. No run up, just one step and sidefoot into the top left corner. How nice it felt to just start kicking again =)

God stay with me, please?
Because,
I love Football.

Now I can't wait for January

2009-12-05T07:02:00.003+08:00

I woke up this morning at 5 and started doing what most guys do on the internet.

Yeah, I blog-hopped my way out of boredom. Heh, what else could I mean? So, since I'm already on, might as well, update a little.

I'm in crutches now, nothing serious, should be able to walk on my own feet in .... a couple of days to say the least. I was playing futsal on Wednesday with some friends. It was the first time I played after that horrible Sunday so I wanted to let loose a little. It was already close to 6pm, so I figured what the hell, just run my lungs out to the finish. We were losing badly anyways so I just had a Tevez moment. So as I chase them down, I finally nicked the ball and took it into the right corner. I pull the ball back and the defender comes in from the right with a standing tackle (X for pressure in Fifa10). He won the ball fairly but knock my left ankle outwards. It wasn't the tackle that injured me, more of the fall. I landed on the outside of my ankle and I screamed? Well, that's how Nick and Ariff described it. The initial pain hurt like a bitch. Could only move my toes, couldn't feel my ankle. In the end, knowing that they can't lift me up I got up on my own and hopped out of the court. GG

What's funny is that I walked to the carpark, albeit rather slowly. By the time I reached home, I couldn't walk on my left foot at all. Hopped to my room, up a flight of stairs and dunked my foot into a basin of iced water.

Checked with the orthopedist the following day and X-rays showed no bone damage. But he said I might have torn 2 of the 5 ligaments surrounding my left ankle. That's it, no sports for 1 month at least. My holidays are over from a footballing sense. :'(

I can walk with the Aircast and some help from really strong pain killers.

That's about it for now, I've to go to OU later for the SSP reunion and I've got lots of stuff to do this weekend.

No torn ligaments are gonna bring me down =)

Don't worry about me resting my ankle. (Not that anyone would. More of not thinking me an idiot) I'm on crutches.

Hectic

2009-11-28T16:49:00.001+08:00

Monday

Futsal

Wednesday

Futsal

Thursday

Handball

Friday

Solat Raya

Football

Solat Jumaat

Saturday

Ninja Assassin

GA Training

Sunday

GA Friendly

Paintball

Futsal

Arsenal v Chelsea

What was....

2009-11-23T22:05:00.002+08:00

That roar every time the ball hits the back of the net, it's like ecstasy. Well, for the team that scored that is. Still, the atmosphere there must be absolutely electrifying.

6:40 by the way, HAHAHAAHA! Epic.

LG

2009-11-22T21:53:00.015+08:00

Guys, information on the events this week.
Futsal for Monday and Wednesday closed, enough people already.
Thursday still waiting for all you cocks to confirm.
Friday football at Grace is vs Form3s from DJ (?)

__________________
Monday - Futsal 11-1 OU
Wednesday - Futsal 2-4 OU
Thursday - Handball 10-12 Plaza
Friday - Football 8-11 Grace
_________________
Details

Handball is at Sports Plaza. The rest you can ask your transport to follow my/Ethan's car. Pick up from school at 9.30, please don't be late.

Booked :

1.Wei Feng

2.Kheng Kin

3.Wen Hui

4.Marcus

5.Nick

_________________

VS Form3

Venue : Grace

Day : Friday ( 8-11 )

Can

Hilman

Zun Zheng

Yoong Tat

Tze Ming

Timothy

Raehan

Ian

Jeremy

Fenderick

Chun Kiat

Shaun Darwin

Pending

Afiq Hus

Ashraff

Emir

Derrick

Kheng Kin

Vincent T.

Cannot

Brandon

Ariff

Nick

Khairul

Affiq S.

Li Bing

Azzam

So please confirm ASAP!

By the way, since Friday is Raya Haji, I'll be coming late for the match, since not many malays in the team, the rest of you can start first.

Let them flow. It can only get better.

2009-11-21T20:20:00.000+08:00

"Hilman, can you azan when me and papa leave?"

"Yeah, alright."

Who would have known the extended family was coming to see them off as well.

So yeah, there were the expected butterflies in the stomach. But in the end I pulled

through. Wasn't much. Goodbyes going around across the room and Pa calls me over to

the door. So I do my thing, trying to keep my cool the entire time. Just focusing on

what needs to be said.

.....

Lailahailallah.

I turn around and see solemn faces. Not sad, but, faces that you would feel warmed by.

Most of them had wet dreary eyes. None smilling, all just ... mellow. My gaze finally

pausing on my giant of a brother. I see streaks of something lighting up his face.

"Eyh, did he just cry?". To say I felt touched was an understatement. It wasn't only

him actually, just that his was the most prominent. We head out the door and wish them

well. The entire time consoling myself, repeating the wrods "Don't cry, if anyone should,

it's supposed to be Alesha." Thank God I didn't.

And I'm left standing there, waving at blank air.

Man of the house for 3 odd weeks. What am I supposed to feel? You tell me.

'Cause at the moment, I'm just ...

Content

2009-11-17T23:24:00.002+08:00

Go visit the 8 guys blog. Link is there >>>>

2009-11-17T19:53:00.002+08:00

Name : Pvt. Hilman ' ' Shukor

Time : 1114hours - 1837hours

Primary Assignment : Futsal

Secondary Assignment : Tuition

Status : M.I.A.

Living, tiring and trying times. Thank God this is the end.

2009-11-14T12:43:00.005+08:00

It's Thursday night, I'm still fantasizing about my wonder goal. I ask myself, should I go to school tomorrow? It is the last day after all. No harm in that I guess. So I decide to go. What a mistake.

The trying times...

Just so I can vent a little and set the record straight, I never insulted anyone. If that joke was for anyone else, they'd have found it funny if not a very bad joke from someone who has a bland and sarcastic type of humor. Not, I repeat, NOT an insult. Secondly, all I asked was 'What's with the sour face?' not something like 'Your face was so fucking horrible when you were on stage' which would have been sure to receive the reaction you gave me regardless of what I said. Enough said, I think I'll stick around people who prefer less drama in life. It's funny 'cause there wasn't any conflict before you made it one. What person in their 'right' frame of mind would go 'banchee' and scream their lungs out just cause someone supposedly insulted them. A serious case of lack of attention, or need of attention if you ask me. Zero mental stability and self control.

The tiring times...

Sick and tired of people like this. People who can/want/have a knack of making something horrible out of nothing just for the sake of having something to make life more like reality tv. Fake. On the bright side of things, it is the last day, so I won't have to see your faces for a whole month and a half.

The living times...

Went for dinner at Picadilly's with Kheng. Lost track of time playing Fifa10 :]

Had a blast with over 20 other friends. The pics are up on Facebook. The explicit ones have been destroyed for the better of humanity.... and our rep. We shall do this again soon. This could be the hangover speaking but I fucking love you guys. You get what I mean, in the 'I love you,man' way, not that 'Brokeback Mountain' kind of shit.

Epique High

2009-11-12T16:45:00.003+08:00

Today's match featured Hilman's XI vs Ian's XI. In other words DJ vs Permata.

It ended 7-6 to us. Emir should have gotten a hat trick since one shot that was goal bound stopped in the puddle which was ankle deep. I know cause I was standing in it for most of the second half.

Khairul and Emir both got a brace. Zun Zheng, Tze Ming and myself each got one a piece. I have to say all the goals were quality.

First half we played well enough, not really controlling the match but we scored the first 2 goals. Then they pulled one back. Approximately 15 seconds later their keeper was picking the ball out from his own net. Yeah, 15 seconds or less, awesome yeah? At our kick off, Timothy came to me and told me to have a shot, which I thank him for now. The two strikers passed between themselves and back to me and I let one rip from about 60m. First time shot with the ball coming to me flat on the ground. By the way, we played at Megah field, which is not flat at all, and if you know the spot on the middle of the field where the sand begins towards one end of the goal, that's where I shot from =D towards the muddy side. Once the ball left my boot, I knew it was a good strike, but was t good enough? Everyone at the field stoned 5 seconds at the ball flying in the sky. I was thinking to myself, "Just reach the goal, and it should look good even if I miss". Then the ball drops under the crossbar and the net ripples.

...

I was so stoned, I just smiled and turned on the spot. Double high five-ing everyone that came to me. I was still in ... awe. Like what the bloody hell, that was so fucking awesome it's a once in a fucking lifetime experience! And it's 3-1 to DJ! The rest is all quite blurry. Half time score was 5-4 in our favour. Second half we camped in front of our penalty box. Only leaving one or two up front to run. Despite that, we still drew the second half 2-2. Tze Ming getting the winner. I could've saved both their goals if not for the mud. Made my boots heavy. Diving despairingly close and getting one hand on the ball just like Ben Foster :(

Good game to everyone who played. Awesome match. Should have recorded it.

It's all in the routine

2009-11-05T15:24:00.010+08:00

I know that feeling from 3:57 to to 4:06 all too well.

I know that feeling from 3:57 to 4:06 all too well.

***

Only God knows why this time we aren't as jubilant as we once were. Finals have come and gone without the desired affect on us. Maybe it's just me, but I don't think I can relish the freedom that has come with that last scratch on the Physics 1 paper. Could it be that this time I actually pushed myself to study and that now I've got an empty feeling of wanting to, no, needing to do something with my time. ( Hence the blogpost ) Or could it be that deep inside I know that my dreams of galvanizing the UK with my boots were gone the moment I made that deal which I perfectly knew was unachievable on my end. I'd love to consider the former but I think it'd just delay the inevitable that I'm not going anywhere to pursue my one true love. Barely into the new term of relaxation and I'm bombarded with the job of informing my parents on my results. It's cruel, couldn't the teachers leave the stack of papers in their office rooms a little longer? Just 'til I catch a breather. Maybe in a way it's good, getting it over and done with quickly so I can enjoy what's left of the holidays. But now I've got a bombshell resting on my conscience the size of Yeast's head when he scores one of those meaningless tap-ins. It tends to get dangerously bigger than usual. His head I mean, not the hair or the nostrils. Sorry man, couldn't help it. Doubt you read this blog anyways. Haha.

So I'm stuck with the marks I kind of foresaw. A's for english and modern maths, hopefully one for physics too, a C for pendidikan Islam. which I thought could have been much more. C for biology. Passed additional maths and failed chemistry miserably. Still waiting for sejarah and bahasa melayu. Not expecting much from those two. It just gets gloomier by the day doesn't it? I won't be around this weekend, so no football for me to vent. Goal's got friendlies on the 12th and 15th if I'm not mistaken, will wait 'til then for some serious action, but before that futsal and the casual kick about seem to be alternatives. Anyone with information on matches after the weekend please contact me. I'm desperate.

***

On to something of a different nature that's helping me get by. I've devised a way of not caring about the going ons around me. I've been doing it for years. Makes disconnecting from emotions and problems much easier. A quick fix ( no drugs or prescription pills needed ) for those times when you'd think no one wants to help, the times when you need something to break or bite. Actually, it isn't anything spectacular, anyone can do it, just that it takes time to be wasted on, which many choose not to have. You're probably going to think I'm just being my lazy self when I tell you.

I'm talking about stoning. Like hardcore stoning. Not the petty lying down on a bed and thinking about what went wrong in your perfect little bubble of a life. Hardcore stoning is where everything you're dealing with at the moment could be as real as the screen you're reading right now and as serious as a stroke yet feel as if it were a single grain of sand rolling across the floor under the breeze of a nearby ceiling fan. Where the hardest problems fade into almost nothing of your concern. You being ultimately oblivious to its existence. It's also perfect for when you want to try and see it from another's point of view, or when you think that your opinion is the only right opinion. Take a breather and step back, there's bound to be a reason as to why the other person doesn't seem to see it your way. So try stoning, and maybe, just maybe you might come to the same conclusion via a different route and interpret everything better now than you did 15 minutes ago.

So, since stoning does help, how do we achieve the desired effect when one stones?

One way would be to stop all processes of thinking taking place in one's noggin. It isn't that easy mind you. You can't just switch off your conscious thoughts whenever you please as some may find out. For others it may be second nature for them to drop into a stupor and daze endlessly whilst someone's in the middle of explaining to them how duralumin has anything to do with planes. As is my case. Moving on... if you find that you can do it without much effort ( It is the main point of stoning after all, trying to recuperate without much work ) then try it if you haven't. If you can't, try simple stuff first, like staring at the ceiling fan and trying to match its every rotation with your eyeball, or trying to see the minute needle on a grandfather clock ( any clock is fine actually, the word grandfather was added in just to emphasize the slowness of the needle ) move. There's also just staring at a blank piece of white A4 paper, just admiring how the shadow or shade of light forms on its surface, or counting the grains on the paper. Whatever suits your style I guess, I personally like staring at ceiling fans. After a while your brain will get bored and quit, so just leave it that way, doing nothing. Once in this subdued state, relax, let go, let your mind wander.

Now that we've covered that, here are somethings that just can't be done when one wants to stone. Yeah, there are factors that disallow for proper 'stonage' as it seems. One would be loud and/or happy music. You can't have loud and/or happy music when you're stoning 'cause it's definitely going to distract you. Disagree with me now and you're a liar. Said music will probably get you into a hyped mood that won't let you just sit there and do nothing. Which brings me to my next factor that disallows stoning. You can't be hyper when you're doing it. It totally contradicts the meaning of stoning since stoning in itself is an act of lack of activity. Next would be food that look or even smell appealing. You're going to be motivated to get your lazy ass up and reach for it just to stuff it into your mouth. Why not think healthy and stay away from the food when you don't really need it. ( Pfft. Look who's talking ) So it's going to disrupt your stoning pattern. Lastly is the disability to sit still and ignore others. If you can't do that, then it's going to be difficult to stone.

Other benefits of stoning besides driving your troubles away include training one's self for better discipline. With more stoning, you tend to crave less for doing unneeded things since you'd be falling into oblivion so often. On top of that, there is also increasing the ability to ignore/tolerate others better. This is personally what I gained from stoning, not everyone may obtain the same benefits.

But let me be the first to warn you that stoning does have the negative side to it :

1. Your brain will lose its thinking speed and may leave an impression of blurness on the stoners face

2. The skill of disconnecting from your emotions and not feel sorrow,sadness,grief and anger may cause the stoner to have blunter emotions than he/she once had.

3. It will increase the tendency of spacing out at inopportune moments

Nevertheless, I hope this doesn't discourage you from trying one of the best leisures life has to offer. =P

TripleOne-Nine

2009-11-02T17:02:00.013+08:00

God gave me the best 24 hours of my life.
Starting from 9pm on the 31st, Arsenal thrashed Spurs at the Emirates 3-0. A Fabregas wonder and Van Persie brace sealed it for The Gunners.

Then it came. 1st of the 11th.
Sunday morning.
GA vs Subang reverse fixture.
Venue : BU2

I wasn't supposed to start since I twisted my knee the evening before when Arif fell on me awkwardly. Seeing that I wasn't going to start. I just went around checking up on everyone making sure they were fine. Just carrying out basic instructions and giving advice as I went along. Then I gave a short pregame talk, handing the Captain's arm band to Desmond and relaying the usual stuff. The U8s and U10s played first. Our kick-off was slightly delayed, to 11 something. If I'm not mistaken we started like this

Boon Kuan
Jeremy
Raehan
Kreesh
Russell
Faliiq
Afiq
Desmond
Aizzat
Pravin
Arif

As soon as the match started I wished I was out there. Faliiq put us ahead after 6 minutes, dream start. I came on after about 15 minutes or so for one of the strikers, I played that target man role I desperately want to make my own for a short stint. Then I resumed as usual at the back partnering Raehan. Not a bad debut for the Raeman partnership. Heh, spontaniously came up with that.
And the rest is basically a blur now, just really vivid images imprinted in my thoughts. A slideshow of Raehan punting the ball out, Boon Kuan diving at the striker's feet, Desmond owning the midfield, Kreesh sidestepping forwards in defense, Faliiq running down the wing and skying it from 10 yards with nothing in front of him, Aizzat running circles around Subang's right back, Arif getting thumped in the chest by the Subang left back. Haha! Oh, and there's Afiq's last minute volley to make it 3-0 as well, sorry if I didn't mention you in here, everyone played awesome and really deserve the paintball coach promised apart from me =P. Only a 5.3 on the bleep. I'm starting to hate it now.

FT - 3-0
Faliiq 6,32
Afiq 70

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This Is The Goal Academy

The rest of the day as I know it is just football, football and football. Oh yeah. happy birthday, Ma. Love you.

and happy birthday to Kreesh too.

The Kop roars!

2009-10-26T14:41:00.002+08:00

Kudos to the Scousers. The red half of Merseyside, in my opinion out played, out ran, out passed the so called reigning champions. Lucas and Mascherano had Scholes and Giggs in their pockets. Torres proved too hot to handle for even 2 world class defenders. United's losing their touch at the back. Aurelio displayed a rare match influencing performance. Doubling up on Valencia on almost every occasion the South American got one on one with Insua. Benayoun was all Liverpool needed to provide the ammunition for El-Nino. Kuyt worked endlessly to close down space. Johnson not bombing as much as he often does, maybe to good effect this time to repent the United attacks. Reina pulling off some important saves at crucial periods of the game.

Being a neutral watching the match, it was everything a football fan could have asked for in terms of entertainment. Despite the loss of Gerrard, Liverpool's engine room coped well enough without him. With Lucas and Mascherano operating in the middle. Kuyt and Benayoun swapping roles behind Torres and on the flank. Aurelio playing as an attacking left back ahead of Insua. Agger and Carragher did enough to keep Rooney quiet. If only Arsenal showed the same heart and desire in their own matches. I'm sure Liverpool fans would prefer it if their team also performed like this on a regular basis.

United really missed Fletcher in the middle of midfield. Carrick and Scholes obviously can carve open defenses with glimpses of ingenuity but no one was running the game for them. Even Anderson would have made sense since he provides at least some mobility, making more space and options for the passer (Scholes/Carrick). Rooney might have been a little ring rusty. Understandable given his recent injuries. O`shea was solid but he didn't get forward enough for my liking to help Valencia against the 2 Liverpool leftbacks. Overall an average performance by United, not being enough to hold back a Liverpool full of determination, one could only assume to show they have every bit of faith in the boss. For once, Benitez didn't hold back. He almost played with 2 up top when Kuyt played in the hole, but I don't think we can categorize him as a center forward anymore.

As for Arsenal, it was a dismal display. Having gone 2 up before the break, one would assume that teams trying to mount a challenge on the title would be able to see this out, especially against a West Ham side who haven't been overly spectacular so far by any stretch of the imagination. My guess is that they still have that achillies heel of complacency. Thinking that just because your 2 goals up that everything is going to go our way. Even if you're not going for the jugular, you should be able to command the pace of the game. Not give a whiff to the opposition showing them what's up for grabs if they tried hard enough. They probably need Denilson back, much more assured on the ball than Diaby is. Nasri, Rosicky and Eduardo are also the players that Arsenal need back in the starting line-up to kill the game off instead of the likes of Eboue/Bendtner/Diaby who are good in their own ways, but do not perform consistently enough at a higher standard.

Arsenal are also in desperate need of a commanding goalkeeper. Mannone looks promising but his lack of experience shows on occasions when it comes to decision making. Fabianski and Almunia don't seem to have the ferocity and assureness some top keepers have. For example, Shay Given, he isn't one of the biggest keepers, let alone football players. But the way he imposes himself in the game makes up greatly in stature. There are also the likes of Reina, Friedel, Jaaskelainen who are really top class when it comes to organizing the rest of the team. One more thing, Gallas has to go. I don't understand why he has to rush into tackles or give away needless free kicks. It's forgivable for Song, because he tends to get a much higher percentage of clean tackles in compared to fouls. But as a center back, Gallas really should be looking to stand his ground instead of swinging his boot through someones shin. Whatever happened to Senderos? Can we at least have a look at how much he's improved if at all? Give him a go Wenger.

***

Yesterday we had GA training in the rain. Awesome stuff. Scored 2 and created one. Still lost 4-3 though. Good enough I guess. Making progress everytime I play.

The one way to reach success is to always look for it, but never find it. Get what I mean?

Next time, I'll get on a rant about divers and so called 'smart' players.

For now, I've got to do Sejarah!

Buka ke? Yeah, boocarkay

2009-10-23T23:10:00.003+08:00

Stick says, 'the way the monkey looks at you, is how much you've got about you.'
Which, to my humour, is disturbingly true.

***

Can't help but ask,

Is all this really worth it,

We've all got masks,

Like it or not,

Mostly not.

He brings the rain,

He brings your pleasure,

He got the style, you, swagger,

Jackson rocks, just 'Come together'.

What you've infered,

S'that I'm just playing along,

Along with Cupid's tunes,

It's been way too long,

Everything in my runes.

He brings the rain,
He brings your pleasure,
He got the style, you, swagger,
P.Stump rocks, rocks their 'Thriller'.

***

Couldn't be bothered to go on. It's all just random rhymes anyways.

Guys really should drink more juice. Try pineapple.

Got 2 new hamsters. I don't know their names.

Exam's a bitch, but so are you.

Azns are over-rated, I prefer French.

Tunisiano - Je Porte Plainte

Sniper - Trait Pour Trait

Soprano - Inaya

2009-10-20T13:54:00.002+08:00

Hiatus from the books, I feel like bullying somebody.

We need a left hander next year.

Who can do this kind of sh*t.

Luc Abalo

Karabatic.

This somehow, to me, has Kwek T.C. written all over it.

Ivano Balic

Pivot =) . I like

Ha! In my face!

2009-10-15T23:59:00.004+08:00

Today during English, teacher asked us why M.Haji Salleh (?) [Same initials? ^.-] used lower casing letters for the words 'si tenggang' and 'malay'. Being the deep and stoned person that I am. I deduced that MHS was doing this, in my own words,

"To put a capital letter in front of a word is to turn it into a name, to name something is to make it unique. That was exactly what MHS did not want. He did not want to specify. And by using lower cased letters, he means that his poem can be applied to anyone regardless whether his name's tenggang, jimminy cricket or johny von friedrichsson. Or whether he is malay, french or mexican."
--- this mhs

"Think out of the box" teacher says. I just smile since I know I've got the right answer.
( Which reminds me of a scene from Rocket Science where he scratches out right answers on his notepad after the teacher in his class doesn't get the right one for a certain question and gives up by giving them the answer, the exact same thing he's written on his notepad. )
Since I love adding that dramatic effect to it, I'd like to have the scenario play out where I look mellowly out the window and teacher tries to catch me unawares and asks me a question that seems to have stumped everyone else by saying that it can only be humblesness. I happen to turn the tables and give the right answer which has eluded everyone else and I make myself look that much more philosophical.
I was so wrong to think so, 'cause teacher does catch me staring aimlessly out the window at the green trees and people below ridiculously attempting to play handball. But instead of asking me the question, teacher assumes that I've not been paying attention at all, and invites me to jump through the window panes to join the outside cast. "If you can fit yourself through the window panes that is". I'd say it was uncalled for. It was a really under handed thing to say. Anyone else might have felt infuriated by it, I guess I was too, for about 3 seconds when my blood temp rose. Then I just laughed at myself at how badly my plan backfired. Whatever, be judgemental. You people always are aren't you? So moving on.

Midway through physics was it? It hit me in the face that throughout my life. I've has dreams of A-SNSD. No, not that over-rated plastic (whoops) group of asian life-sized breathing barbie dolls. You figure it out yourself, or ask me. I wouldn't mind sharing. =)

Catch you on the rebound.

2009-10-10T23:03:00.002+08:00

YES! Finally got the new old PC up again. Yes, the PC I used to have in my room which I abused day and night 'til it got removed. Now it's back, but in the study since I'm too damn lazy to clear my room for space. Life just got a little shot of NO2. Went out earlier to have dinner at Koreyo-Won (?), Star Hill.

Happy Birthday, Pa.
Sorry I suck at expressing myself.

Yet to try out my new boots. Tomorrow maybe? The plan is that the CTR360s are going to be used for proper matches/GA friendlies/on fields that have considerable amount of grass. The T90s are still the main pair I guess. There's no BPL on this weekend, international break. Tomorrow's gonna be fun, lunch and 'reunion' at Aiman's then GA.

What else is there... hm?
Oh, anyone associated with United are arrogant gits. Sad to say but couldn't SAF be more gracious when he's been found out? Not going around pointing out that the level of referees aren't good enough. Let's hope he gets banned from the all stadiums 'til the end of te season. Arsenal, Chelsea and Liverpool, let's pray in unison. A WC without Ronaldo and Messi is going to be fun. No dazzling footwork and gnoming opposition defenders. -.-'

Sophia's leaving tomorrow. Bye =)

§.2

2009-10-07T14:02:00.002+08:00

Playing target man is sweet.
Redemption acquired.

Got to know some F5s from DU. I'm sorry for stepping on your toes and elbowing your faces. It was accidental.

Oh, and I booked one of the CTR360 Librettos at Nike One Utama.
Rm249. Who wants to go out this Friday? Going to collect.

§.

2009-10-06T21:19:00.003+08:00

Played miserably today and scored a wonder goal.

Redemption tomorrow.

Fifa09 and 1.6 at Blitz.

iloveessedot

Nike CTR360 Libretto.

2009-10-06T00:21:00.002+08:00

3rd grade.

In contrast to the Maestri which is 1st.

But in all honesty, it's the player who makes the boots work.

So, the grades don't really matter. Save money also what.

Alhamdulillah ada duit raya!!!

Three-Ten-O'Nine

2009-10-03T15:16:00.008+08:00

I should be studying.
You should.
I don't want to.
No one's at home who's going to force you.
So I won't.
But you do want to get respectable marks.
Maybe later then.

Everything seems to have lost it's appeal. Nothing on tv seems interesting, the computer's turning into it's old stone-box self, even stoning has lately been giving me very strange headache sensations. I'm lying on bed staring at a physics question about how much force is needed to move some 2D paper square when subconciously, I'm shooting the ball into the opposite corner whilst my standing foot gives way. My head aches and I feel as if the room sways and I'm falling off the bed, but I've not moved. Same thing as spinning 20 times on the spot and trying to run a straight line. Maybe I've been playing too much football. Such thing meh? Fatigue probably. The prospect of having another 2 football sessions this weekend is almost always mouth watering but at this hour I feel as if I couldn't push myself that much. Maybe mom's right. I've over-exerted myself. Even brain knows that I should go study and body's almost complying. Almost.

If I keep going at this rate, I don't think it's impossible for me to get that level 8 coach set as a target for the bleep. I hope the past few days of football has improved my movement again. Last week was horrible. (Yesterday was almost played at pedestriant speed by the way. I'm sorry, heh.)

Life's division.
Love. Only God knows where I am. Only He knows how I'm going to get out. Because I'm stuck, confused and lost. Maybe I'll just save for now, and not open this file 'til I really want to and have the time to solve the problem. This sucks.
Football. I know where I want to go. I know how to get there. It's just a matter of working on the pathway. One stepping stone at a time. Insyaallah.
School? Couldn't ask for much more.
Overall. ...

Content.

Moving on....
I hate how certain things are hereditary. If you're wondering what. It's my bluntness when it comes to spoken words, and how I prefer to express myself in written ones. My temper. My lack of self control. My stubborness.
I repeat, my bluntness when socializing. The only thing I didn't get handed down was probably my laziness and love for football. So thank God for that. I'm not fussy either. So that's a plus.
I'm working on making myself my own person.

God stay with me, please?
Because,
I love Football.

Am I more than you bargained for, yeah?

2009-09-26T22:42:00.004+08:00

Best 10 days of the year so far.
Kicked off with a quiet raya this time around. Felt as if it arrived so fast compared to last year. I still remember having a dream the night before raya pertama and it's one I'll bring to the grave with me. This time, no dream but there was something else. : ) 4 in the morning.
Nothing much done at Terengganu besides collecting duit raya and berraya at relative's houses.

Came back on Wednesday. Slept.

Went out on Thursday with Tim, Esther, Nicole and Bryan.
Watched Where Got Ghosts?

Went out on Friday with Hazim, Farhan and Izzul.
Watched The Ugly Truth.
At least it sheds some light on the fact that the perfect guy is not always perfect for you.
Men are simple creatures. Simple to please and simple to catch. Maybe God made women the way they are so that the population on earth does not go over board, yeah? Despite this, we still got such a thing as abortions.
Still, they don't have to make it this hard. Do they?

Saturday.
Handball in the morning and why the fuck did so many of you ffk last minute?
Ended up with only 7 people. Which proves that we got so much time to waste, right? When all you other fucktards have a life and we're fucking arranging stuff you don't even attend.

I want to play pivot!

Went home at 11 something.
Bathed and walked to Affiq's house at 12.30.
Ate, ate, talked. I actually fell asleep under my shades. Left at 5.
Hazim and Wan came over, waited 'til after maghrib before we went to Zim's.
Went to Zim's house to eat some more. BBQ.
Spoke about old times and our raya experiences.
I miss 3 Jati.
The Jambu Tree + 1 gang got a telepathic thing going.
So sad we only had 1 year.

Sunday. Slept 'til late afternoon. ('Cause I was too busy celebrating Chelsea's loss to Wigan! Muahahah!!! One nil to the Arsenal!)
I'm supposed to have tuition at 4. I woke up at 4.43 and figured that teacher didn't show up. Masih raya kot.
Went for GA training. I played like shit after 1 month of being used to not running so much. It's horrible. Your legs don't want to run when you want them to. I want to lose this weight. I just cycled 15km after training. Went to the scale just to have a look. I fucking gained 2 kilos since before puasa?
Either the scales screwed or I'll forever be fat. I hate my genes!

Next Tuesday football at grace! It's on! I want to play. Screw exams. DJ spread the word.
Saturday got handball training. 9am. Don't ffk please.

2009-09-09T22:11:00.002+08:00

Listening to Owl City, somehow it always puts a very childish gleeful feeling in my heart. Which in turn makes me smile like an idiot wihtout a care in the world. Partly true I guess. Since I've got nothing else to do besides drawing dots in a rectangle in my head, or imagining my boots moving on their own accord with a ball right ahead, I guess I'll make a list. A list of things I'd like to do before it's too late, for whatever reason.

1. Learn to play the harmonica.

Don't ask me why, I just find it intruiging.

2. Get a pet turtle and call it Despereaux. ( Yes, after the mouse )

But only when I get my own place, my dad doesn't like turtles

( only God knows why )

Then I won't be so lonely anymore when I stone.

3. Be able to say 'I don't love you', and mean it this time.

4. Learn to wolf whistle.

For those times when you want to find out which girls are

perasan-ted.

'Cause those that are, are definitely going to look aren't they?

5. Reach 90kg and I'm set for life!

6. Do a toe-touch.

Wait, I've done that already. HAHAHA

Asal, tak caye?

7. Befriend someone with the same name.

Afiq's got this one easy.

8. UK.

2009-09-08T20:50:00.001+08:00

Just a little something for those of you, and you.

"A trend is a trend, I follow trends, I set trends, now, when a trend becomes a gimmick, it's time to get rid of it. Like, when they were saying "Bling Bling" on CNN, it's time to never say that word again." -Jay-Z

***

I can't explain it really, doubt you could either. It's like trying to describe that person you've fallen for, you'd agree with me when I say that, no words in the English language bring justice to the true meaning. I love it so much, even more than I could possibly love a person (Excluding family, 'cause they're compulsory)(Sorry ladies, haha! I'm just playin'. I guess I'd make that one exception).

It's the same feeling everytime I blast the 'My Fix' playlist on my phone to get the blood pumpin' & start head-banging to Fort Minor, Audioslave, Fall Out Boy, Kasabian, Nine Inch Nails & Muse. Put on the socks & lace my boots. So everything fits perfectly & snug. Then we step onto the field, a footballer's canvas, a clean slate everytime he goes out there. His stage. Where good ones are capable of influencing & dictating the play. Every run, pass & shot delicately measured or just full out power, exactly the same way one would love, yeah? Everytime hoping the outcome result is precisely executed & intricate to the extreme.

Whether be it a laces shot, planting your standing foot right beside the ball, arching your back to get it over, eyes locked onto the spot your going to hit the thunderbolt in a milisecond & your foot vertical against the ground. Every muscle in the legs tensed ready to give it everything. In a heartbeat the moments gone and you've either skyed it or just hit one spectacularly into the top right hand corner, seeing it fly straight & true with the wind helping it swerve and dip ala Lampard. Or you could be doing a Fabregas and measuring up the pass, applying enough swerve and back spin just so the the ball flies out of reach of the defenders & hits the ground & slows down enough so that the receiver just has to finish it off with a first time volley to punish the opposition keeper. Or even, doing a Russian sniper. Remember Arshavin vs Liverpool? 4-4. Remember his last goal? Busting his guts, running the length of the field to latch onto a pass and blast it past Reina with a swinger (there's another name for it, something to do with chocolates, but I can't remember exactly). If only I could do that, I'd fall out of disorientation and dizziness before I could reach the 70th minute of any match.

Nothing beats that satisfying feeling of having the ball at your feet and suddenly flicking it over the head of just another bystander to your picasso. Then you put your foot on the ball, provoking them, almost saying with your hands on your hips,"Come on then, nick it off me if you can". Then as they jump in you just drop your shoulder and feint to go one way and just do exactly the opposite of what they think is another one of your failed attempts to get by them. Bearing down on goal, just waiting for the keeper to close you down, using up some time with a couple of stepovers and feint shots, measuring the chip that will so speactacularly be the cherry on top of everything you've just done to make the opposition look helplessly pedestriant. Reeling off in delight, that feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment, I dare say has to be better than anything wordly in its entirety. Even orgasms, but who am I to say, not as if I've had sex before, but I'm sure not even that could live up to the feeling of just playing football.

God stay with me, please?
Because,
I love football.

2009-09-05T20:03:00.003+08:00

This is adorable. It's got 118,566,037 views on youtube. Righteous!

Monsieur Ribery

Jeremy Lynch & Billy Wingrove

Jeon Kwon

Palle

Skora

This is why I love football.

They're the Dandelions alright.

2009-09-04T14:36:00.003+08:00

It's a wonder why those 'haters' still try to hold you down and pull you back when all you want to do is follow the dandelion that just glided in front of your eyes and seemed to capture every spec of attention you're able to spare. Couldn't they just let you be on your way and not try and sculpt not only your long term ambitions, but everything down to the foreseeable future. When every fibre in your body tells you to just follow that dandelion. That it's the right thing to do, regardless of relevant or irrelevant occurances and consequences. Whether there's a storm brewin', a madman slashing his jaggered rusty dagger aloft headed this way or even Barney and The Telletubies singing in unison whilst broadcasting their hypnotic audio across the grounds and brainwashing everyone in their path.

Couldn't you, who cared so much about me, and you, who really couldn't care less, just let me be, just let me go and let me make my own path in this world. I know where I want to go, and I'm not naive enough to think that chasing dandelions always reek their benefits. For all I know, I might end up a bitter old man with no one loving him, and worse, no one to love. But it's a price I'm willing to pay just so I might be able to catch that glimpse of the leprechaun before he disappears with his pot of gold. If I'm lucky enough, he might even be so kind, by God's will, to toss me a single dime and be off.

I'm not stupid, it might not even mean anything, chasing the dandelion might only mean me preponing my own end. But couldn't you just try, promise me and try so very, very hard and think whether or not chasing the dandelion could bring me just an ounce of good fortune. Then if yes, wouldn't the chances be exactly the same be it an ounce or litre or teragram? Well, I'm not that bright when it comes to probability, so correct me if I'm wrong. But if you're humble enough to let my ego rant on and comfort himself, then be my guest and keep him ignorant.

Basically what I'm trying to say is please leave me alone. Let me walk this road just so I can see how far it goes, or what other places it can take me to. Don't tell me what I've got to do, I want to do it my way. 'Cause a friend once said, "it's not where you end up, but it's what got you there that makes a man, a man".

God stay with me, please?
Because,
I love football.

2009-08-25T12:44:00.003+08:00

NIGHT FUTSAL ROCKS!!
Every single muscle in my legs are aching from last night's futsal! It was freaking expensive (Rm220 for 2 hours) but so worth it. The only reason it almost doubles in price is because of the rates at night. Luckily enough we had 18 people to share the burden. =)

BrandonTLW. SaniA. AffiqS. AfiqH. C.WenHui ShaunD. P.TzeMing TimothyO. C.YoongTat Y.Tyron T.Vincent EmirPR. AlexL. NickK. WM.Kamal ShazmeerD. AshraffM. HilmanS.

Tze Ming and I make a very, very good attacking force. Imagine something like Karim Benzema and Henrik Larsson playing together. Not the quickest pair but we make it up with the brains. Yesterday was also the first time we've (well, most of us at futsal) seen Sani since his return. Great to see him again. Nothing much else to say apart from that we played hard and had fun. The backlash I have to face from all of this is that I reached home at 11.45pm after sending Sani, Nick, Tim and Affiq to their destinations and having to face my parents, who weren't too happy.

I've recently been reading up on certain things other people might not find interesting at all. But I recommend you have a look. No harm there, yeah? The links are on the left hand side of your screen. Here's a note to those who intend to look. Accept it with open minds, without prejudice, and with rasional. If you follow these then there's no reason you wouldn't see it the same way I do. I suggest starting with 'The Arrivals' and then the 'Divine Book' and if you like, follow it up with Dawahworks and Yusuf Estes.

House Of Glass by Stone Fox Chase

2009-08-23T21:05:00.000+08:00

Feate Awne Faiere!

2009-08-21T10:39:00.005+08:00

Z i z o u !

Hols are here and so is fasting!

2009-08-18T21:16:00.004+08:00

I love stop motion. The art is fantastic. This video is Epic.

Delving into adrenaline.

Adrenaline rush refers to an activity of the adrenal gland in a fight-or-flight response, when it is releasing adrenaline (epinephrine). A chronic hyper-adrenaline is a common symptom of an anxiety disorder, but in some cases it may be due to phaeochromocytoma, a tumour in the adrenal medulla. An adrenaline rush causes the muscles to perform fermentation at an increased rate improving strength.

-Courtesy of Wiki

Adrenaline is a hormone produced by the adrenal gland in the body of many animals. When it is produced in the body it stimulates the heart-rate, dilates blood vessels and air passages, and has a number of more minor effects. Adrenaline is naturally produced in high-stress or physically exhilarating situations.

The term "fight or flight" is often used to characterize the circumstances under which adrenaline is released into the body. It is an early evolutionary adaptation to allow better coping with dangerous and unexpected situations. With dilated blood vessels and air passages, the body is able to pass more blood to the muscles and get more oxygen into the lungs in a timely manner, increasing physical performance for short bursts of time.

Adrenaline is the favored treatment for anaphylactic shock, and should be administered immediately if a person begins exhibiting severe allergic reactions. Dosage should be assigned by a licensed medical professional in advance, and instructions should be given on how and where to administer the shot — injection in the wrong place can have serious consequences, including gangrene.

Adrenaline was the first hormone to be identified, and was successfully synthesized in 1904. It is part of a family known as biogenic amines, which includes serotonin and histamine, among others. Its specific compound group is the catecholamine group, which also includes norepinephrine and dopamine. Sustained high levels of catecholamines in the blood are a good indicator of chronic stress.

It may be important after a particularly stressful situation to 'work off' the adrenaline that has been released into your system. Our ancestors handled this naturally through fighting or other physical exertion, but in the modern world, high-stress situations often arise that that involve little physical activity. This can leave high amounts of adrenaline in the body, resulting in insomnia and jittery nerves.

- Courtesy of Wisegeek.com

I actually cut out parts of the article 'cause I didn't undertand what it meant. But if you want to have a look at the full piece. click here

But I found this site and I think it's the BESTof the lot since it explains the most. Howstuffworks.com

There are also some of the comments there that got me thinking, dreaming, no... wanting to control my adrenaline rush. Wouldn't it be useful everytime I played football? Well, it's something worth trying. They ( comments in the wisegeek site ) said tht excess secretion of adrenaline could be lethal, so I'll just take it slow I guess. Wouldn't it be awesome just to go berserk for a couple of minutes and go into 'Carra' Mode, or go into a gut busting run in injury time and do a Lampard? Either way, epic, yeah?

Cinta Bola

2009-08-12T19:13:00.003+08:00

Yesterday,
Vince lost his phone. Well, more of it getting jacked.
I feel for him.

Today, school was outright-awesome-righteousness. I can't go into detail but saying it was extremely motivational and touching would be an understatement. But I don't dream of getting into a university, I don't dream of aceing SPM, I don't dream of getting rich and I don't dream of owning big cars and houses. So what now? You tell me.

Susah tapi boleh!

Kasabian - Underdog

2009-08-10T21:55:00.003+08:00

This past month has been crap. Plagued by the constant haze and H1N1. I missed a week of school after being down with fever. I've finally got an assumption from the doctor who thinks it was H1N1, but I got better on my own without the proper medication. Then I returned to school for 2 days and then from Wednesday to Friday I was 'busy' with rehearsals for MPK and the event itself. Now, my brother has tested positive for Influenza A but is already recovering. The entire family is sick with a cold, cough or some sore throat. Heck, everyone around me seems to be sneezing and coughing constantly. This sucks, it halted my progress when I was just starting to lose weight. Now I think I've got to start again since my stamina has dropped so much after being on antibiotics for a week. Batai went to Dewan Banquet MBPJ for some sort of Career Day. DJ's one is much better to be honest. All we did there was sit on the unused stage and stone. The bus ride was probably the most enjoyable part of the trip. KBM! or MBK if some of you prefer.

I'm supposed to be under home quarantine but I just couldn't stand the thought of having to miss another week of school so I decided to get the flu jab and be done with it. If I didn't go to school this week I'd probably miss the last football practice before fasting starts and Batai's class BBQ this Saturday. Not to forget GA training on Sunday.

I finally got to meet Dr. Fateh, after everyone else in the family has gone to have a checkup with him. He's my uncle's uncle. His clinic is all the way in KL near Masjid India. He's a peculiar man. I like him. Although I can never tell whether he's being sarcastic or funny with his flat tone of voice and facial expression.

Speaking of flat, today during English, we were discussing the story 'The Sound Machine'. Pn. Shahlawati went on about different types of characters, them being dynamic and flat. Then she gave an example "That girl is a very flat character." It was the boys who started laughing our heads off, mainly me and Afiq. Not sure about the others since I was so engrossed in my own humour but I'm sure most of the boys were stomping their feet, hitting the tables and throwing their heads back in the enjoyment of hearing such a phrase used in class. Probably they all followed suit after I started, I was never known for being that righteous anyways. Well, it was about only 3 or 4 seconds ( it felt like ages actually ) before the girls started giggling and Pn. Shahlawati finally corrected herself.
*The things that follow this shall never ever leave that class room. I feel very very awkward just thinking about it.

This should be it for now, I've got to go do something to fill my time with. Which reminds me of a quote.

The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time - Bertrand Russell

2009-07-22T21:34:00.005+08:00

School gets so boring sometimes.

Seriously?

Stefan seems to be nerding off somewhere.

Yesterday...

This is nick getting cramp after trying to pose like this...

This is just CK being gay with his nipple.

The Used - Burning Down The House

2009-07-10T23:00:00.007+08:00

Siang malam, termimpi-mimpi,

Pagi petang, tercari-cari,

Tiap saat, ternanti-nanti,

Kau masih tiada di sisi.

Just for the sake of keeping the blog alive, I shall post something, probably not everything, but the chances of it being nothing worth concerning are considerable enough. Just enough. First off, ever since D-Day I've turned over a new leaf. Finishing majority of my homework and making less noise in class. I think. But I still hate you.

Bio's been fun the past few weeks. We had to contribute our saliva for the experiment.

<-- This is what I produced in 40 minutes of not swallowing.

We also did the flaming peanut but I didn't take any pictures.

OPL veterans.

This is where it all began.

I can't believe it's been 8 years since I first touched a football and the garden seems so tiny now.

Do you see the goal? It's the one on the left of the two. So many memories. Climbing the roof to get the ball, having to go to the drain( the one with the chickens, and the Ultraman action figure, and shit? ) behind the house, breaking numerous plants, pots and lights. I also remember feeding those cream crackers to Sparkle the dog. It used to be taller than me. Now it rests near the big rambutan tree at the far end.

I used to be such a baby.

Whining all the time about nothing really.

Thank God it's Friday again.

2009-06-24T15:25:00.002+08:00

Today, I stapled myself 11 times.

Fort Minor - Remember The Name
Muse - Supermassive Black Hole
Kasabian - Club Foot
Hujan - DugaanNya
Fall Out Boy - A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me
Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Lying My Way From You/Dirt Off Your Shoulders
Hey Monday - Homecoming
Eminem - Lose Yourself
Apathy & Fort Minor - Bloc Party
Green Day - Know Your Enemy
Foo Fighters - Pretenders
Gorillaz - 19-2000
Kevin Rudolph & Lil Wayne - Let It Rock
The Offspring - The Kids Aren't Alright
Fall Out Boy - Headfirst Slide Into Coopersville
Oasis - Bag It Up
Danny Elfman - The Little Things
Fall Out Boy - Tiffany Blews
Sum 41 - Some Say
Jet - Are You Gonna Be My Girl
Fort Minor & Sixx John - There They Go
Muse - Plug In Baby
Linkin Park & Jay-z - Points Of Authority/99 Problems
Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Foo Fighters - DOA
Fall Out Boy & John Mayer - Beat It
T-Pain - Church
Fort Minor - Cover & Duck
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop
Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Numb/Encore
Green Day - American Idiot
Lyyke Li - I'm Good, I'm Gone
Kasabian - Fast Fuse
Fall Out Boy & Timbaland - One & Only
Pitbull & Lil John - Krazy
Sergio Mendes & The Black Eyed Peas - Mas Que Nada
Jet - She's A Genius
Fall Out Boy - She's My Winona
Linkin Park & Jay-Z - Big Pimpin'/Papercut
Kasabian - Shoot The Runner
Bunkface - Situasi
The Kooks - Naive
Fall Out Boy - The Take Over, The Breaks Over
The Veronicas - Untouched
Fort Minor - 100 Degrees

Strawberry Fields Forever.

2009-06-18T20:31:00.004+08:00

To think I could love a musical let alone a love story. It's about a british liverpudlian artist who falls in love with an upper-class american girl against the backdrop of the war in Vietnam. The soundtrack is mainly made up of Beatles songs such as, 'Come together', 'All you need is love', 'Dear Prudence', and about 20 other songs. My favourites seem to be 'Hey Jude' sung by Joe Anderson and 'Let it be', which brings back memories of a 4 year old (or so) boy playing with his toy piano which keeps repeating a familiar jingle.

The movie stars Jim Sturgess (yes, the genious from 21. He's a brit by the way, and needed american dialect lessons for the movie 21.), he plays Jude. Evan Rachel Woods, Lucy. Joe Anderson, Max (Lucy's brother) along with Dana Fuchs and others.

I'm going to get the DVD and arrange another movie marathon.

I still can't believe something like HSM can somehow overshadow this. No one seems to have seen it yet. What the hell is happening to the world?

I still have the piano somewhere in this house.

Andres Iniesta.Wayne Rooney.Hilman Shukor

2009-06-12T19:13:00.001+08:00

2009-06-02T21:06:00.003+08:00

Selling

Umbro ES-100 boots.

Size 9UK.

Silver/Red.

Rm100.(Negotiable)

Nike Air Zoom
Size 9UK
White/Grey
Rm275.(Negotiable)

2009-05-31T12:12:00.005+08:00

Apart from the exams, May's been contentful.
Yesterday was Hakeem's and Marcus' birthdays.
Went to Eastin for bro's birthday dinner.I never seem to not have an appetite for japanese.

Went to OU earlier with Hazim and his sis and her friend. Which reminds me, you still owe me. I bought Rooney's book and plan to get him to autograph it when he comes here. Plan to. (I'm likely to be receiving a lot of stick for this since I'm supposed to be pro-Arsenal. But what the hell, he still is an awesome footballer. Besides, Arsenal is the English Barcelona without the finishing, it gets frustrating.) Watched Star Trek. Another one of those which you wouldn't mind dropping into a pile of epics. You don't need to know what Star Trek is all about to get the movie, it is after all a prequel, a great one at that. It moved me enough to want to study the Star Trek series. Which is perfect since I've got 2 weeks off now.

Things to do during midterm break:
[X] Watch Star Trek
[ ] Watch Transformers
[ ] Watch Terminator
[ ] Play night futsal
[X] Finish Rooney's book
[X] Balik kampung
[X] Get some DVDs and lepak in the AV room.

Oh, yeah, this blog turns a year old today. cool.

2009-05-29T21:22:00.002+08:00

This game is awesome.

2009-05-19T22:07:00.003+08:00

It's the 19th.

It's 10.00 pm.

Mid term's a killjoy.

=)

Happy birthday to Elena too.

I shouldn't and couldn't expect for much more.

Somehow, today feels so mellow

If only Muse collabed with Atreyu

2009-05-02T11:21:00.003+08:00

Nada Surf - Blankest Year
Muse - Exo-politics
Atreyu - Falling Down

I just got a slap in the face. Need to finish up all my work before Tuesday. If not I'll dikenakan 'tindakan disiplin'. Sheesh. But at the moment, couldn't care less really. So what? Only 5 karangans. I'll get to that eventually.

What I really want to do now is fix the straps on my Preds. So much for 1st grade.... any ideas how to fix it? If not I'll just resort to cutting it off. When I have the time I'll get a picture. It's the strap which keeps the lip of the boot to stay down over the laces.

Hm.. I wonder who's birthdays come in May -.^

Oeyh, if any of you want to join GA please contact me. Trying to get more U16s in the team. UK tour at the end of the year too.

3:03. The pass is God-like!

2009-04-18T11:30:00.003+08:00

We need to up the ante next year.

2009-04-16T20:45:00.002+08:00

Because Lady luck gave us her kiss of death.
Bus arrives late, we reach UM late. First match started instantly after we arrived. Which wasn't fair, since most of our players weren't even wearing their shoes/tape, let alone warmed up.
CHS can suck on my nuts. You don't deserve shit.

Second match we played well enough to win the game. But the ref damn cibai le. Keep giving bad calls when we scored.
I keep telling myself this,"We did good, don't worry". But I ... can't seem to forgive myself.

It isn't our time to shine yet. 2010 will arrive soon enough.
'Til then,
God stay with us, please.

Catching Thunder

2009-04-02T15:53:00.002+08:00

72 hours ago
I'll sit on my bed and stare at the clouds outside.
They're black, I can't wait. One strikes, two.
The next one's gigantic. Good, it's on tape.
Stoning to this is awesome.
'Cause when it's done, there's going to be a downpour.
In the foreground, my eyes watch blurry pictures of childhood dreams.
Flamethrower.

I love the rain.

48 hours ago.
The next generation is hopeless.
They show no potential, lest a few diamonds in the rough.
Egos and hair-dos crowding up the damned places.
Naivity rules all of us who don't know perspective.
No compassion, no heart, no dignity.

You're not good enough, period.

24 hours ago.
The time of my life flashes by, and I'm not even able to be part of it.
I witness determination, heart and drive.
Adrenaline kicks in and everything is blurred except the senses.
Pain is just something mental, not physical.
They knew no boundaries. I'm proud to have been there.
Lady luck gave us a kiss of death.
If not, the journey would have never ended.

I want to relive MSSD FootballU18 2009, just to see them play.

3 weeks time.
Somewhere else is my destination.
I want to play as if I was there again.
As if I was on the field with them.

Singapore must be the same, if not...

5 months time.
It's our time.
I'm sorry I missed out. That batch was fantastic.
I want to get my share of the pain.
Just so I can associate myself with you.
Go down in the books.

I will take what's mine.

8 months time.
My journey begins.
It'll be too late if I'm not prepared by then.
God, stay with me, please?
Because
I love football.

Then there were two.

2009-03-22T22:21:00.002+08:00

Zim's leaving.
This dark cloud overshadows the fact that Arsenal won 3-1 away from home and that MU and Chelsea both lost.
Now the Jambu3+1 is more like Jambu1+1. Which is gonna be very lonely.

Tomorrow got school.
I want to smash something. So much for football.

2009-03-19T00:40:00.002+08:00

The thing is, I can't stand it when you say 'all of you'.
Yeah, I'm selfish, sorry.
It stings even more to know that you can't count on me.
I envy them.
Now I feel worse for being a burden.
That's love.

That thing I made up, yeah, seems it doesn't make a difference whether it is or never even was.
The parts representing it, appear to be worthless after all that balancing out.
These parts don't have depth, don't signify anything.
Easily replaced by common alternatives.
That's life.

Why do I use up air others might need?
That's a waste.

Russian Revolution

2009-03-17T18:41:00.003+08:00

I sense puns coming after I changed the song on my blog.

Arsenal 4 - 0 Blackburn
Man.Utd. 1 - 4 Liverpool
Just a happy reminder.

Training with SMKTTDI. Guys, please show more commitment and at least attend. And I need more phone numbers so it'd be easier to contact you guys from the U15. So if you don't mind. And comparing the girls team from both schools... I can conclude that DJ can get owned. No offense =] Don't hate me.
This morning senak twice in the space of half an hour? Kena headshot from about 2 feet. My mouth will never feel the same. Neither will the mushroom head.

Went to OU again. This after watching Dragonball Evolution on Sunday with Shaz, Kamal, Hazim, Affiq, Fawwaz, Aiman, Emir and Ezral. All the noise in the cinema came from one particular row. "CHI CHI! CHI CHI!" goes Fawwaz when he's alone nowadays.

Today watched Race To Witch Mountain with AfiqH., AfiqM., Khairul, Nazrul. Kira okay la, considering I fell asleep. Haha. Sorry la, exhausted.

Tomorrow going to train once more with TTDI. Then, off to OU again. With Timmy and the gang. I presume it won't be another sausage fest. Not that I care. Really, I don't.

It turns out, I might be going to Singapore after all. Originally wanted to go. Then when I looked at the fees I told myself to go and take refuge under my blanket. Now, I just find out that its half of the original price. So I will be going. One step closer to Dec. Another 9 months give or take. Endure somemore.

MSSD is around the corner, Handball preparation seems to be ging well. I want to try get chosen for MSSS keeper. That'd be awesome if it does occur. If not, I wouldn't mind, the best way to avoid disappointment, lower your standards. As for football. Nothing much to look forward to, except that I'll be missing an extra day since I'll be following the U15s as well. The priveliges that come with being the A.M. I also am in charge of the U15 selections, despite the temptation, I won't go 'gile kuasa'. So, just chill. I'll try be fair, and I apologize beforehand in case I have to cut your names from my list. Seriously, it's hard enough as it is. I've given some of you a second chance by letting you join the fitness test, so it's up to you now.

Fifa09 sountrack is awesome. I wonder what would Arsenal be like now if Henry had stayed on. Then, there'd be no need to play Nicklas Bendtner!

Take the walk with the monkeyman.

2009-03-14T13:58:00.002+08:00

Everything seems blunt.
Feelings all dulled.
Thoughts so stoned.

One week of salvation.
One week to get freaky.
One week before it all starts again.

Friends come and go, mostly go.
My days look bleak.
Sorry Mr.Monkeyman, can't count you as a friend.

I can't feel free, not when you're around.
Let me do what I do, not what you want me to.
Although, critisism helps, sometimes.

Long story short.
You have a life.
I need to make one up.

Anyways, not feeling particularly spectacular, by any means. Friendly with SMKTTDI this morning. Went well enough. My thumb's sprained.

Bring on the hols!

Backlash

2009-03-06T21:40:00.002+08:00

First exams after PMR and I'm screwed. Not that I care.
I expect to pass everything except for addmaths.
I'll only hope for an A from english.

Tomorrow MSSD Lontar.
No high expectations. I just don't want to get last.

Sunday.
GA.

Monday is a holiday.
Friendly kick about?

Back to school on Tuesday.
Football selection.

I miss watching Tom & Jerry

Either way, I will pray, you will be wise.

2009-02-28T20:45:00.003+08:00

Football in the rain is awesome.
It's the afters that makes you go "Bollocks!".

Being emotional and being mellow/stoned/spaced out are 8 different things.
Poeple who just pile everything under the former seriously need to loosen up. Not everyone's life is like yours.

smopu!M

I've wasted so much time
on this.

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Put what you want to use. If not, don't bother at all.

First terms are in less than 37 hours. What to do, what to do.

Deep in my heart, there's no room for crying,
But I'm trying to see your point of view,
Deep in my heart, I'm afraid I'm dying,
I'd be lying if I said I'm not.

Shame about the weather.

Pretty soon, you will see, tears in my eyes.

Assalamualaikum.

Town Crossing & Farewell.

2009-02-23T19:14:00.006+08:00

Faham-faham jelah. Semua takde keja.

The Aftermath

Jambu Tree + 1

2009-02-22T22:52:00.002+08:00

I only got to know you well last year.
And now you're leaving.
What a pity.

Tolonglah maafkan aku kalau ada tersilap kata, tersilap buat.
Semoga berjaya, harap dapat berjumpa lagi.
Dan janganlah lupakan kami.

I still remember the first day we properly met.
Program Cahaya Iman Form 1.
And I also remember the question you asked me.
I think my answer remains the same.

Farewell.
(If you read 'Speeding Down The Freeway' posted on 24 Dec 08, you'd know how I'd describe this word. At least boleh berjumpa lagi, kan?)

Assalamualaikum.

O.. Saya - A.R.Rahman & M.I.A.

2009-02-22T10:57:00.002+08:00

Epic

From the soundtrack

to the plot

and the scenes.

It all is.

Ma petite loli, ma petite sherry. Who came before,before? Does it matter?

2009-02-18T22:32:00.004+08:00

Handball.
•MSSD is in over a month.
•Selection's are next Monday.
•Ethan might be changing the teams.
•And already has a rough idea who's in where.
•U15's need a lot of work.
•I need a lot of work.
•I need to get my 'anti-senak' skills back.
•Girls team got cancelled.
•Usual training on Mondays.
•U15 extra training on Wednesdays at SportsPlaza. Effective after first terms.

Football.
•Clueless as to when MSSD is.
•I have given en.Rustam the list of players in their respective positions.
•Selections are to be done by en.Tun, so don't keep asking me who's in the list.
•We're screwed.

GA.
•Singapore in April.
•Just a weekend.
•I need to lose weight.

Folie A Deux.
•Ariff let me burn the cd.
•No regrets.

Merentas Desa.
•This Saturday.
•I don't want to run.

Olahraga.
•I want to miss the first term exams!
•But I still have to take them eventually.
•My right arm is significantly bigger than my left now.

Sukantara.
•Is tomorrow.
•4/6 points will do fine.

Homework.
•Learn to ignore the consequences.
•And face it with a smile.
•Do what you can mentally and physically, don't force youself.

Socializing skills.
•Still suck.

Stoning.
•More is still not enough.

Police Cadets.
•Naive people should leave.

Blog.
•Fucked.

Hilman.HS12.Bukit.Man.Hilly.Toad.Hillary.Manonthehill.

I'm tired. Just.

2009-02-12T23:30:00.004+08:00

I've got things to do, yet you will never get off my back.
When you ask me to, you hover and breath down my damn neck.
I want to know...

Most of the time, I act as if it's irrelevant to the cause.
Sometimes, it just couldn't be ignored.
You tell me why...

Internal screams.
God, please just drop that zenith.
By the time I'm free.
I'm hooked, all I need is a lil' bit more.
So don't take it awat just yet. Please?

Just found my personal narcotics. Now leave me alone with it and I'll be just fine.
Ignore anything up there if you want to. All I wanted was to let lose all that gibberish in my head.

Picture this.

2009-02-06T17:01:00.003+08:00

A long room, the front had always seemed far away since I've never set foot there. White walls with ingraved patterns, mantis green square tiles about the size of your hand lined the floor. And a white ceiling. Long mats covered certain parts of the tiles. And the room is empty.

Except for a the few familiar faces that I used to see daily. There they were, sittin' on the floors with their backs against the walls. As I walked over to say hello, the image left head and was replace with a similar looking room, except it was crowded and a boy was starin' at me. I'd just jolted up after being slapped on the leg.

"Tak baik tido kat masjid."

"Manade tido, pejam mata je."

Seriously, I was.

Then I slumped forward again, and closed my eyes, trying to recollect my thoughts.

There I was again, in the white room. Walking across to where the boys were. One by one I shook their hands and mumbled greetings to their faces, which had their signature look of being half awake, although not all of 'em had it on. Then, I sat on the floor with them, with my back against the wall. We were all wearing our regular school clothes, white shirts and green pants.

We just sat there, for only God knows how long.

Soon, one of them got up left, shaking hands and mumbling goodbyes on his way out of the room. Almost instantly followed by another one. Soon, all of them were gone except for me and one more.

And that's the end of it.... for now. I wonder what's gonna happen to that last boy.
Just have to wait I guess.

Anyways, on an irrelevant note, just want to apologize to all the budak asrama that've transferred if I've ever insulted any of you. I didn't intend to. Good luck and all the best. That goes for Afiq H. as well. Semoga dapat berjumpa lagi.