Sunday, September 30, 2007.

pique wasn't picked!

Labels: random, school

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Thursday, September 27, 2007.

the whole story


cardiac arrest by sms :
-man u lost by 2 goals to coventry in the carling cup!!!
- thanks for the great news.

oh, i woke up for sahur today with my head quite full of fahrin ahmad.
(i don't know why) but i was in the middle of a dream about fahrin when the alarm went off. i was gonna ignore it and then gleefully go back to my dream when i remembered that i had to sahur.

so i was telling a very stoned hakim at sahur :
-you know, i was just dreaming about fahrin.
- uh.....
-he was sending me home and we were just getting into the car, tau. die hantar aku balik.
-????????

which was true, too. before the alarm went off, fahrin was just sending me home. i remember i was getting into the passenger seat and saying something about how he took so long to buy a shirt.

Labels: off-kilter

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007.

AMK Hub or what

Labels: school

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Monday, September 24, 2007.

this is why i should (never) intern
for iain macintosh


last night, tevez finally delivered a baby, right outside ferguson's doorsteps, after more than 6 weeks of waiting. at the time, ferguson was allegedly watching tv in his living room with jose mourinho and the pair was alerted by a disturbingly loud scream, not unlike the sound made by a pig on the verge of being slaughtered.

actually no, - last night tevez finally delivered a baby, right outside ferguson's doorsteps but he was not home at the time. instead, what happened was, ferguson's next door neighbours were the ones who heared the commotion. what happened was, the neighbour's front door immediately flew open and out tumbled roman abramovich and gasp, avram grant. it was reported that avram grant was looking particularly disheveled and was seen tucking in his shirttails.

well, no, actually - before i say anything else, let me just apologise to carlos tevez. he does not sound like a pig about to be slaughtered.

there.
if you're still reading at this point, which would be remarkable, this was what actually happened:

last night, tevez finally delivered. yes, played well, scored a goal. phew. because i, being not very patient, was ready to write him off after not scoring for 6 games.
saha scored too and - oh, speaking of saha, i was reading match reports on manutd.com and that guy who wrote the article said that it was saha's first goal of the premiership season. if i can remember correctly, that's not true. if i can remember correctly, saha had already scored on his comeback one or two matches ago. so, mister, please get your facts right.
of course, if i'm the one with bad memory then i'll be paisey giler.

but anyway, i thought it was a very good and extremely entertaining first half. john obi mikel got sent off in the 32nd min for a foul on evra, man u dominated and had basketfuls of chances(neither of which they converted into goals. -rolls eyes-) and then tevez heads home a goal at the stroke of half-time.
disappointingly enough, man u took the entire duration of the second half to add to their goal tally. hakim and i - and i bet ferguson,too - were all set to settle on the fifth 1-0 scoreline in a row. and then saha scored from a penalty at the 89th min.
hmmph. pity ronaldo didn't score, for all of his impressive footwork. or rooney - god, i felt rooney should've gotten away with at least a goal for his efforts!

i can't help feeling sorry for chelsea though. kesian dorang..
they looked a tad lost without their Special One.
and don't let me start on Avram Grant.
bulan puasa, tak baik kutuk orang..
unlike managers like ferguson or mourinho, who have authority coming off them in waves, avram grant looks like a timid, sleep-deprived victim of spousal abuse.

i think if i were terry, i'd start a mutiny.

Labels: soccer

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Wednesday, September 19, 2007.

bicara aur dengan tebing


wednesday nights when i'm home by 930, i always find myself watching rahsia perkahwinan, much as i tell myself not to, much as i tell myself that it gives me bad vibes.
because rahsia perkahwinan puts me in a contemplative mood everytime, and a contemplative mood equals bad thoughts.
but today as the credits rolled, i thought about dying.
not me dying, but my parents dying and leaving us.

scary, isn't it? you almost don't want to think about it. no, make that you don't want to think about it. of course, this could be subjective. of course, if you happen to absolutely loathe either or both of your parents, you'd wish them dead. or something.

but yea, my point is that, i was thinking about my parents dying. about my life, and my siblings' lives without them. it's unthinkable, really.
i think i will be quite shattered.
because the truth is that i love both of them too much, whatever they do, whatever happens, whatever shit hits the fan, whatever they say about me, whatever you hear me say about them.
and all i'm thinking right now is that i want them to be there for me forever, be with us and guide us and scold us and... this is getting sappy.

oh well, you get the idea.
i don't know what brought this on, really. this... these words just tumbling out..
of course, words are so easy.


oh, this is totally offtopic, but i've just remembered that hakim made me swear that i'd wake him up for the sporting lisbon-manchester united match later at 1am .
so i guess i better get some sleep.

Labels: family, off-kilter

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Friday, September 14, 2007.

jamie valentine & the water lords



i never thought i'd say this, but maroon 5's 'wake up call' is um, quite nice. nice, catchy, in an irritating sort of way. i still think the frontman's voice is too girly, though.
but yeah, i like the song. and the video, i think i like the video better.

i actually went to get the song off multiply.
but, that's it, just one song. i still don't like maroon 5.
-smiles at madah-

............................................

it's the second day of ramadhan already.
i think time always seems to pass by quite fast during ramadhan.
before you know it, it's just a few days before raya.



i want to blog about a lot of things actually.
it feels like there're a lot of things to be said, to be written down, just in these last two days alone. but i guess a lot of things are better left unsaid, better left unblogged.

because some topics just get exhausting. because some topics just are exhausting.

or maybe i should just listen to advice and give it time.
just give it time.
don't know how much, maybe all the time in the world.

or maybe the problem with people. with being human,
is that we always run out of time



it's time to make a change here
and time to get away
and he knows it's time for all the wrong reasons
oh,time to end the pain
mraz

Labels: music, off-kilter

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Monday, September 10, 2007.

if sane men dream such things



i found out the hard way that Ucu is quite the speed demon. he drove us to and from the kenduri on sunday. drives like a madman, really - he had mum and i holding on for dear life in the back seat. or maybe it's not that bad. maybe it's just that i haven't been driven by too many madmen, so i don't know.
earlier this morning, i was mentioning the very fact to kakak and she went like, 'ye ke? Ucu drive rilek je.. mane ade laju?'

anyway, there were a few close shaves, like that time he almost headbutted the ambulance in front of us. and there was also that time, on our return trip, that i knew mum got really scared. we were in the middle of a conversation when Ucu suddenly announced casually, ' ah, ni Ucu punye favourite part ni.'
we were on the expressway and he really attacked the next corner. it was a particularly long and tight corner and he really stepped on the gas for all he was worth - hugely enjoying it too, no doubt.

mak was pretty alarmed, going, 'saari! saari, kenape laju sangat ni?'
and me? i just started laughing nervously and tried not to look so kanchiong spider, with little success.

maybe i should have more rides in his car, to get used to it.

i think deep down inside, Ucu really wants to be a racer. an F1 racer.



speaking of racing, abah was pretty adamant as to why Felipe Massa was ruled out of the Italian GP so early in the race. he kept telling me that it was a clear case of sabotage, that the McLaren guys paid someone from the Ferrari team to tamper with Massa's Ferrari before the race, so that his car immediately buat perangai when the race started.

abah was so spot-on in his theory, 'alah, ni mesti sabotage. Massa kene sabotage. paling2 pun technician yang buat tu kene buang aje. nanti kalau Ferrari buang die, McLaren ambik die lah!'

of course, he could be right.

Labels: family, tv

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Thursday, September 06, 2007.

tragedy landlady


Here's a man, his own tragic mirror
capable of such crimes he is scared
to look at himself too long at a time
Here's a man, his own wrapped up worry
thinking he will do wrong very shortly.
The answer remains locked up in his head

i think cartoons nowadays are becoming more and more creative, merepek-creative, more likely. just look at their names. record rat, courage the cowardly dog, fairly oddparents, the untalkative bunny.. and my favourite, foster's home for imaginary friends.

if you ask me, i'd still prefer my bugs bunny and tom&jerry cartoons.

..........................................

can somebody tell me why i keep having these weird dreams?

Labels: tv

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Saturday, September 01, 2007.

pour love into broken places

Labels: books, random

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