Anthems of a Teenage Nutter

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2011-10-16T13:01:00.004+08:00

I turned 15 years old on the 14th of October.

Which means my parents have had to endure 15 years of my non-stop talking, tantrums and insanity.

Which, also means that, now, as I am edging closer to adulthood (I spit that word out with disdain), I hold more responsibilities... responsibilities. As I turn that word around in my head, it occurs to me that lately, I have neglected most of my responsibilities. Because responsibilities aren't easy to handle. Responsibilities are for those who are... responsible. They're for grown-ups. Responsible grown-ups. I'm not responsible, let alone a grown-up.

I am merely a football-fanatic-daydreaming-metalhead-nutter still stuck in her childhood years.

Not one to hold and carry out responsibilities, I'm certain.

Oh well. Aging sucks. It truly does. I'd like to stay cemented in the here-and-now. Mum said that means death. I don't want to die, I just don't want to age.

Yeah, dream on, metal head.

Obviously, I'd love to see my future. Which university I'd go to, which job I'd have, who I'd marry, whether I'd own Liverpool FC or not.. but aging aches. It hurts every time I think about my childhood. I want to be back there, without a single care and fear of the outside world (unless you include gorillas, because I was very frightened of them, due to Disney's Tarzan. My parents hid a soft-toy gorilla underneath my bed and threatened to bring it out if I refused to sleep).

In fact, looking back, at this hour of the day, I would most likely be watching something like Magic English/imagining myself as a hero attempting to save a princess hence tying my blankie at the head of my bed so I could climb it/picking my nose and popping it into my mouth Joachim Low style.

But everybody moves on, whether they want to or not. That's life for you, eh?

Anyway, being 15 feels the same. I'm still me. I haven't changed. My attitude now is the same attitude I displayed when I was 12, although slightly more perverse.

Which is good, right?

I've seen people my age acting so mature, and having no life whatsoever. They keep their heads in books, watch food channels, boring documentaries. Adulthood has lured them and they fell into the arms of it, leaving their childhood years abandoned. They don't even act 15.

Well, I don't act 15 either, I act like I'm 6.

But maybe I have matured, in some ways. In my literature, football views, ambitions, visions, music taste.

And insults. You can't not improve on your insults. They're very useful.

And perhaps fantasies that include Mesut Ozil too...

If Only

2011-10-14T22:47:00.002+08:00

I suppose they saw my path go astray. They saw a horrid premonition about me falling into the darkness.

Devoured by terrifying monsters, grinding my bones between their hideous, sharp teeth.

They saw it. And they took action.

Now I dwell in an impregnable bubble, floating hopelessly in the midst of my dreams, hurt. So close they are to me, so strong the scents of freedom, so beautiful the visions they portray. But I can't reach out for them.

I am trapped. Shielded from all things ineffable, hidden away from the exquisiteness this life offers. I feel hollow, neglected and deeply wounded. Faith drips away slowly, but constantly from my flesh wound, leaving me dark with sorrow, anguish and vengeance.

Why do they do this to me? The ones I love the most, why do they hurt me? I have learned from my mistakes and I have done the best I can.

Why am I caged?

If only those futile questions could bear answers.

If only I did not show my weaknesses, but instead my capabilities.

If only, I were free.

If only.

What now?

2011-10-12T18:59:00.004+08:00

The twilight sky is luminescent with subtle hints of the night. I breathe out a sigh of relief. It's over.

All the pain, pressure mixed with spoonfuls of lethargy and sorrow. They're gone.

For now, I guess.

Funny how things work in this world. You study 3 whole years (with the most terrible people you could ever come across, mind) and you use all that "knowledge" out for 5 days of exams.

It seems somewhat preposterous, to be frank.

But I'm not complaining. When I said it's preposterous, I meant it rhetorically. I don't intend to go through PMR for a longer time span than 5 days. 5 days were enough to knock me out of my adolescent fantasy back to this cold vacuum we inhabit.

This feeling though, is weird. It almost seems surreal. For 3 years we waited, abused by thick, sinister-looking textbooks, chest-stabbing teachers and pressure surpassing the weight of this whole world. Those 3 years, they just disappeared. *Where'd the time go?

Now my hands are untied, the weight has been lifted, and part of the sorrow is gone. I know everyone got elated when we walked out of school, exam-less (until school starts next year) but I somehow feel numb.

I know, I don't understand either.

Perhaps for too long I have dreamed of the ecstasy of life after PMR and now that I'm actually heaving my arse on it, it doesn't mean anything.

Either that, or my period is taking over my brain.

*A question frequently asked. A good question too. I wreck my brains pondering the topic but after (almost) 15 short years of life, I have concluded that time does not exist. It is nothing but a mere hologram, constantly fooling its victims into thinking that they can get a footballer-boyfriend in no time (preferably Turkish, plays for Real Madrid and the Germany National Team). I made this astonishing hologram discovery early this year, because I swore I thought I was just 6 years old the day before. Besides, my parents are **Star Trek geeks.

**Only Star Trek Geeks will understand.

The Dancing Dead Metal Head

2011-08-07T14:40:00.006+08:00

Hello. I turn 15 in 2 days. Probably got a little bit of a crack in me skull, which makes me an unadulterated nutter.

When I've got nothing to do, I smell my armpits because I like the smell of my deodorant. I also look into my shirt because there's really not much to do around here.

I like abs. Just saying.

I have weird and wild fantasies that make me smile when I think about them. I don't think you will when you find out about them so I'd rather keep them to myself.

I like to look up at the night sky and gaze at the stars. Sometimes, I wonder if they are looking back at me. I try to make out the constellations so if I find one, I'll feel really proud of myself. My teacher says if there is a place in the night sky that is empty and there are no stars to be found at that area, that's a black hole. I look out for that too.

I am a metal head. Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to listen to it any more because I think, that my dad thinks it affects me negatively. It has its pros and cons, I suppose, but I think metal is wonderful. Its lyrics may contain dark material and sometimes, (SOMETIMES), swear words but the lyrics are really about expressing one's self. The outcome of that is beautiful.

When I'm in the toilet working on my business, I read magazines or books. Sometimes, I'd even bring my Walkman in and I'd headbang/play drums/play guitar. But don't worry, my Walkman is clean.

I wish I could sing and play an instrument.

I like to write. Be it poems, or random posts. It makes me feel really happy with myself because not everyone can do that and it shows that I can actually do something.

I have a book where I store my poems in. I call it "Anthems of a Dancing Dead Metal Head". Dancing Dead because it's an Avenged Sevenfold song and metal head because. Well. I am a metal head. However, the word dead can also imply that sometimes I feel lonely and unwanted. Basically, the title depicts that there is no one like me and only I can understand me but the anthems that I am singing out are strong and powerful, and now maybe people can listen, and understand.

I procrastinate a lot and I get distracted by things easily. I am not procrastinating now as my major exam is over and done with, but before that I procrastinated a whole lot. My parents were not happy with me.

I am a massive football fan and I support Liverpool FC. If I miss a Liverpool game, I'll feel as devastated as I would when they lose, even if they win. My father said I started watching Liverpool games with him ever since I was 3-4 years old. I watched them play in Malaysia in July and so far, that's the best thing that ever happened to me.

I want to be an entrepreneur. Someone like Richard Branson. I want to create my own airline and a whole lot of successful companies. When I'm rich, God willing, I want to help people. I don't want poverty to exist. I want the world to be a place with no sorrow. I want everyone to be happy. Then I want to buy Liverpool FC.

I want to study in London. Maybe in London School of Economics. I can sport a London accent (and a few others) and I think it's really funny.

I want to do my Masters (maybe in business, like my dad) in Liverpool. Then I want to live there so it's easy for me to watch Liverpool matches.

I want to name my kids Zara, Omar and maybe Mesut too (IF I don't end up marrying Ozil). I foresee myself with a very good-looking Turkish man, even if it's not Ozil (although some people cannot comprehend my love for Ozil and his looks. Well. I think he is beautiful).

That smile. That perfect tan. Those muscles. Damn.

I talk and laugh a lot in school and that annoys my teachers to death. Some of them probably hate me so I hate them too because that's the only fair thing to do. Besides, I can write poems, right? I wrote a poem called "Sinister Vengeance" (in tribute to Avenged Sevenfold, too, for positively influencing me with their lyrics). It's about me torturing the people I hate. I don't think I'm a dark person, but maybe if you read it you'll think otherwise.

Sometimes, I feel that people can live without my existence.

I wish to be at least 170 cm tall although I'm around 160. Some of my friends are even shorter so I'm not complaining.

Asians are small. Sigh.

Lucas Leiva and Robbie Fowler have replied my tweets and I am very proud of that.

I love the Germany National Team. They're the reason I can speak a bit of German. My first crush was Miroslav Klose.

But I also love the Spain National Team. I can speak a bit of Spanish too. I love Spain as a country because of its culture, people and traditions.

I am a bit of a pervert. My friends would say that is an understatement.

I would love to have a horse one day and I would name it Draco.

I want a pet porcupine.

I want to ride on a manta ray.

I would like to jam with Slash someday.

I would like to see the Aurora Borealis.

My sister is being really annoying right now.

I'm proud that my birthday is in October so I get to eat Halloween candy with my friends.

I am aching to talk to someone right now.

Sometimes, I wonder if people would mourn my death.

I still watch Pokemon sometimes. I had a crush on Ash Ketchum.

I'm really annoyed because my friends are at a theme park knocking themselves out, while it's MY birthday week and they're having fun without me.

I wanted to name my kitten Nightmare so when I called it out, it would sound like the Nightmare (Avenged Sevenfold) intro.

I really want to go to an Avenged Sevenfold and Iron Maiden concert.

Sometimes, I doubt myself and my capabilities.

But everything's alright now.

Life, Nothing But A Hologram

2011-06-26T14:37:00.004+08:00

"Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once. " ~Lillian Dickson

I was updating the dates on my diary one night and as I was doing so, I realised that a lot of time has passed by without me actually taking the time to ponder about it. The way I flipped the pages of the diary so effortlessly dazed me. At the rate I was flipping through, that was probably how fast life goes. No stops. It's all full speed ahead. It can't be bothered to wait for our lazy arses to keep up.

And that made me sit and think. Really think. A couple of months may well be looked at as a couple of minutes in life's time. Imagine, if months were that short, I could be 25 years old in 2 hours. I'd get married and have kids in another 2. I'd die in who knows how many more minutes?

Almost 15 years of my life have gone by so subtly. I neglected all the time I had all these years. Never did I ever ponder about the end of this luxury. Never did I sit down to reflect how easily I could lose everything I have held on to in the blink of an eye. Never did I think of losing myself, getting drowned in this foolish, make-believe heaven we so obliviously live in. This life is just a prop. Once God takes it away, we're gone. Forever.

We humans have been living in the sick notion that life is something that will last long. That we can do whatever we want to do now, in our youth and in a few years live to regret it.

We think, what the hell you know? Let's get wasted. Who cares what mum and dad says. I've still got time to reflect on this later.

Wrong.

The idea makes me shudder. It makes me so disgusted with myself, who was so foolish of assuming I've still got so much time left. It makes me regret all the dastardly deeds I've done in the past. Life is probably having a good chuckle at me. I'm this tiny speck of dust and life's massive. Who am I to stand to tall and think I'm so great?

I'm terrified of the future. Of the end of this journey. Maybe one day we'll wake up from life and realise this was all a fantasy that we immersed ourselves into foolishly. Life is but a dream, the nursery rhyme goes and it's true.

I wish I could go back in time, to when I was a child and re-live my life. So I can savour every single moment I have with the ones I love.

"Don't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive"- Elbert Hubbard.

Football: More than a matter of life and death

2011-06-07T10:19:00.004+08:00

The legendary Bill Shankly quoted, "Some people believe football is a matter of life and death, I am very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that." And indeed it is. For me, football is life and like a drug, I am inevitably addicted to it. Weekends without my favourite team playing are painful and meaningless while days my mother lets me watch football never fails to make me feel in seventh heaven.

Football has played an immense and significant role in my life. One of the lessons it has taught me is that people come into your life and leave for a reason and the best thing to do is to move on. A perfect example is when Fernando Torres left Liverpool FC hastily to play for another club “bigger” than Liverpool. Being a massive Torres fan at that time, I was devastated and heartbroken. This was the man I looked up to and revered greatly, the man whom I had sat down and thought about every day. I know this might sound a bit pompous (and ludicrous if you like), but I was reduced to tears. It wasn’t like any other pain I had ever experienced but then I realized that it is a poor heart that never rejoices. Maybe his departure was a blessing in disguise. Maybe he left Liverpool for the better and there was really no use grieving about it. I have moved on and looking back on it now, I’m glad that I did.

Football has also helped me in my English. By listening to football pundits, commentaries, and reading football articles online and in the newspaper, I noticed that my vocabulary has expanded a great deal. It has made me fearless in speaking in front of the class and more importantly, helped me to communicate better with my friends, teachers and just about anyone, to be honest.

In football, when a player does not score a goal at his first try, he tries and tries again. The most important characteristic in a football player is to never give up. I think I am inspired watching Liverpool play with such dedication and determination that it has made me turn over a new leaf. Now, whenever I feel like I do not have the need to study, I think about people like Steven Gerrard. You know why? Because he never stopped learning and he never stopped improving himself for the better. So why should I?

Bill Shankly, one of my football idols once said “A lot of football success is in the mind. You must believe you are the best and then make sure that you are.” I think this quote is perfect to get me where I want to be. If I believe I can succeed and act on it, surely I will reach my goals, no matter how impossible it might seem now.

My life is largely based on football, I live for it. I suppose you could say that it’s my momentum in life. It inspires me to push myself further and harder so I can achieve what I want so badly which is to own Liverpool FC. This idea might seem inconceivable right now and I am not trying to be boastful but I am certain I can get there. Like Kenny Dalglish quoted, “I had to know if I could make it somewhere else. I did not want to go through the rest of my life wondering what might have been without putting myself to the test”.

Being a female football fan is definitely something challenging as it is hard to find girls that can relate to me and understand me. I have also faced some tough comments as a football fan such as “football is just a game where 22 men run on a field to try to get a ball into a net”. I strongly disagree. Honestly, I think it’s more than that. Football brings people together and forms an impregnable bond between the fans, players and managers. I’m lucky that my dad exposed me to football at a young age. According to him, I started watching football matches with him since I was around 4 years of age and I am proud of it. It has become a part of me and it has shaped me into the person that stands before you right now. I hope one day people will be able to appreciate the beauty of football.

Gerard Houllier once said, “There are those who say maybe I should forget about football. Maybe I should forget about breathing.”

Nothing lasts forever

2011-06-01T12:38:00.012+08:00

Hey peeps. You like that? Sure you do.

Ever since I borrowed those from my uncle (I was illegally sneaking into his cupboard, searching for what I could borrow), my perspective on Guns N' Roses has changed. I always thought they were great, I never once doubted that but I never knew what went down behind all that fame and fortune. They were passionate musicians, brought together by fate and synchronised well . They fit perfectly like missing puzzle pieces. Once Izzy Stradlin and Steven Adler left, the band still went on, and still sounded brilliant, but it was never the same. Those perfect puzzle pieces that completed the beautiful picture were gone and the pieces that replaced them took the role well, but the picture wasn't perfect anymore. It was great, but perhaps not brilliant.

I do not own this.

Basically I'm trying to say that I miss the old Guns N' Roses. I wish they never broke up. I wish they were still making beautiful music together, and sitting with their backs against the world, not minding at all if they were "the world's most dangerous band" (as quoted by Daily Star, October 1987).

I wish I could experience life in the 80s. My dad said the best music came from that era and he's right. People back then had the luxury to indulge in the sweet, orgasmic guitar riffs, contagious drum beats that would make you headbang and voices that cannot ever be duplicated in music today. Voices that were astounding when recorded in the studio and sounded similarly brilliant on stage. You'd never get that from music nowadays. Some of it are auto-tuned and meaningless. Music has lost its symphony. The beauty of it is elsewhere, extinct. Gone.

And it makes me sad. Because this generation knows not the meaning of true music. They don't even appreciate the pioneers of each genre they listen to- in fact they don't even know of who started it all.

Iron Maiden taught me a lot- in terms of history and language. Bands like these don't exist anymore so people learn little from music. Music is a form of art and teaching. The listeners appreciate it,learn from it and eventually apply it in their lives. I don't suppose children would want to apply the concept of clubbing every night, would they?

I do not own this.

I apologize if my rantings offended anyone by any means. I am aware that I sound like an old man! I suppose I'm an old soul. I was born in the wrong millennium, that's what people seem to tell me. Despite what I said though, I still try to keep up with what's playing on the radio nowadays and I quite like some of the party songs. I'm human too.

"Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll"= Bob Seger.

The depths of heartbreak

2011-05-02T23:24:00.017+08:00

"Please?"

"No"

"Please?"

"NO"

A few pleases and nos later...

"PLEASE?! PLEEAAAAAASEEEE?! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE???!!!!! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEAAAAAASEPLEASEPLEASE?!!!!"

"NO"

Ah. I figure the reader is intrigued now. No, it is not a conversation in which a fan of mine begged for my autograph. No, it doesn't even involve Torres and Ancelotti in it.

Thus was the conversation that took place between my mother and I on the night of 27th April, hours before the El Clasico 1st leg Champions League game. No matter how much I begged (in the form of saying please more than probably 15 times and kicking and rolling in bed like Lady Gaga does in her videos), she wouldn't allow it. No matter how much I persuaded her that El Clasico is probably one of the best matches in world football (I tried to put my words carefully and beautifully, but how could I focus with my spasms?), her reply was persistent- "NO".

I felt the pieces that hold my heart together crashing into the abyss of deep oblivion. I felt the words stabbing me in the chest like a knife, twisting themselves over and over again until the pain was unbearable. I felt... devastated, to cut it short.

Mum said I couldn't watch anymore football on weeknights.

"Except for Liverpool matches," my Dad said.

The reply that came afterwards felt like burning acid was poured in my chest wound.

"NOT EVEN LIVERPOOL MATCHES!"

Seems like I put my foot too deep in the water. I went for a mere dip and I ended up drowning. I lost more than I bet for. I fought, and I was defeated in the battle.

Persuasion, I concluded, even in the nicest form, doesn't work out sometimes. As if the night couldn't get anymore worse, I got this on my Formspring:

Sorry the picture quality is... blegh.

I'm not too bothered. I just want to know which tweets of mine irritate people. Because that bloke seemed pretty pissed off. Hey, at least I don't tweet about... period pain, bras or... Justin Bieber(I do tweet about him, but usually in rants)? I don't know, I thought my tweets are pretty decent.

Oh well. To be honest, I was more disappointed about not watching El Clasico... and apparently still am.

Well what can I do about it? Mummy knows best, all the time, ay?

The love in rivalry

2011-04-24T12:24:00.005+08:00

Hello. The reason I posted the picture above is because I just got it as a present. It means a great deal to me because... how do I say this?

*takes in a deep breath*

A vicious Manc, who has been friends with me for years, whose insulting comments about Liverpool naturally flows out of her mouth, met me last night and gave this to me as a gift. I was stunned. I never thought things... or kindness like this (giving Carra biographies to Reds) existed. This is rare from a Devil. Very rare.

She did not criticize Liverpool much and did not make one bad remark about Carra at all. Well who are you if you insult a legend, ay?

I should probably shut up and just enjoy this book right now before them Devils spam my blog. I hope they don't though LULZ.

Adios!

10 Facts About Me

2011-04-04T22:37:00.007+08:00

Lately on Twitter people have been posting #100FactsAboutMe a lot and I really didn't care to read all 100 of them because I really don't give a darn. Which is why I didn't do it either. I guess I'm just a smart kid *shrugs*.

But well, you know that feeling you get when you want to do something and you're afraid people might not like it? Yes, even though I am a smart kid, I am aching to do that #100FactsAboutMe crap. So I decided to do it here. Since people don't read my blog that much anyway... or do they? *chuckles*

I'm not going to write down 100 because like I said, I don't think people read my blog that much (or do they? Beats me).I suppose 10 facts are enough to make you pee in your pants laughing at how lame some of it might sound. Yay.

1. I am one heck of a talkative kid.

2. I camwhore sometimes. I used to think it was... vain but I'm afraid I have become one of them camwhoring freaks as well. Eh, doesn't hurt.

3. I get distracted easily.It's really hard for me to focus on something... unless you lock me up in a dark, musty dungeon. Or maybe not. I'd probably get distracted by the smell or the thought of eyes watching me from behind...

4. I love to write. I feel so carefree when I do. Nothing and no one can stop these words flowing out of my brain, you know? It's beautiful.

5. I am taking a major exam this year and honestly, I am worried. The goal is 8As but sometimes I doubt myself. I mean I know I can do it, but there's always that little voice in my head going, "Oi nutter, you're not going to do well so you ain't going to a London or Liverpool uni HA! HA! HA! HA!".

6. I like to talk in random accents. Sometimes I forget how my own accent sounds like. SMH

7. I am very impatient and hot-tempered. I try not to be. But sometimes my teenage hormones take over me. It's like they're dancing furiously in my body to the Van Halen song "Jump" and it makes me go bonkers. I need to listen to more slow songs. Adele maybe. Heh.

8. I daydream A LOT. The time I daydream the most is before I sleep. I know this sounds very weird but sometimes I daydream up to 1 hour and I don't dream in my sleep. I noticed that when I daydream more about a person (Ozil in particular, *cough*), I never dream about that person in my sleep. Scientists out there, do you know why? Adam Savage? Stephen Hawking? Lol like they would read my blog... or would they?

Oh he makes me melt. I do not own this image.

9. I can burp on purpose. INNIT BRILL?! No? Okay then.

10. I love babies. Not in a weird pedophile- ish way. They're so pure and beautiful. Not to mention adorable... sometimes I just feel like biting a random baby on the street. Not in a pedophile- ish way. Take a look at these twins right here.

Anyway, if you want more facts about me then comment. LOL I doubt you would though O.o

Being normal is too common

2011-04-04T22:18:00.005+08:00

Hello my lovely followers. Stalkers. Humans. Whatever you are. I did my oral test and I'm proud of myself since I talked about my passion: football. I actually planned to talk about Irish folklore since I love the topic but I was afraid them nutters in class wouldn't pay attention LOL.I would love to post my whole oral text here but I'm afraid some wanker will

a) copy and paste it into his/her computer and read it out during his/ her oral test

b) Post it as his/her status or Tweet

c) Just do something really stupid with it.

I don't want to risk anything like that.

My Grandmother and Uncle had given me a Liverpool FC birthday card which sings You'll Never Walk Alone when you open it up and my mother suggested I open it up after my oral test. I thought it was a bit cheesy at first but I wanted to be different. I want to leave this world with something people can remember me by. Apart from my somewhat cheeky personality in school, this was perfect to show who I want to be remembered as. An obsessed, mental but dedicated and passionate Liverpool FC fan.

Enjoy the video.

Peculiar Musings

2011-03-16T00:41:00.012+08:00

Ahh what more to start a blog post than a beautiful picture of Mesut playing football by the water, ever so carefree and... sexy. Yeah, sexy's the word. *melts*

Hello. Sorry for the distraction up there. I swear I had all these ideas in my head just now but as soon as I click the "New Post" button they all vanished. Into utter oblivion. Only to be resurrected when I am taking a poo or shower in the toilet. Damn, I am one sad case.

A lot has happened while my blog stood quiet, without any eccentric updates of mine. One of them being, me realizing that I am the only one amongst my friends who can burp on purpose. You know? I can burp whenever the heck I want. Brilliant innit?! No?

Okay then.

I found out that I have some potential in basketball. Wow, this is dull crap. Let's move on to the next one.

Well I have read Kelly Osbourne's autobiography Fierce and I think it's hilarious! After giving it some thought, I decided that later in life, I want to write about me. I want my memoirs in black and white so when I leave the world, people will still be able to read about me... and how much of a wanker I am haha! Come to think of it, I am a bit of a wanker. But not wholly. I'm just a bit bonkers once in a while but that doesn't hurt. I was born this way (quoting Gaga now, who would've thought?). God made my brain a bit different. I'm thankful for it though.

(I do not own this image)

I also wanted to tell you that I have watched Part I of The Godfather! I know, I know, a lot of you have watched it but honestly I think I am one of the people amongst my classmates who have actually watched it. I thought the movie was incredible. I love Don Corleone. I think he is the only villain who I look up to. He said, "... a man who doesn't spend time with his family can never be a real man". Sigh... such a symbolic quote. As brutal as the Corleone family are, they respect and love their family members. That's what I admire so much about them.

Insanity at its best

2010-12-25T00:59:00.010+08:00

In case you skipped that video, well go back up and watch it. Because that toy is called a Sing- a- majig and it is bloody wicked. All you have to do is press their little bellies and hands and they'll sing real funny for you. That was my ringtone, by the way (had to change it, it sounded so weird!).

My friends and I found those stuff at Toys R Us, and I can tell you, we went completely bonkers there. You know the section where there are loads of soft toys, ranging from Barney, Winnie the Pooh, and those little stick horses you could ride on? Yeah we played mostly at that side of Toys R Us. Everyone there looked at us as though we came from a mental institution but I'm pretty much used to that sort of thing. As cliche as this is going to sound, I get that a lot.

But at that moment, all those glares didn't matter anymore. To be frank with you, I have neglected that section for years, but this time, instead of passing it by, I re- entered my childhood. The troubles weighing my shoulders down vanished, and at that moment, no one could have possibly rained on my parade. It was as though the grey clouds disappeared to make way for rainbows and sunshine. I was in the place where I belong again. And it was wonderful.

As cheesy and tremendously stupid as this might seem to you, I highly recommend you to try it. But it's only fun with friends, so grab your pals along. It'll look less embarassing as well, because if you were alone, you'd look a sort of dumb which is really dumb. If you're together, you'll look a sort of dumb which is the fun kind of dumb.

Smells like teen blog posts

2010-12-02T21:47:00.015+08:00

Hallo, meine freunde. Wie geht's?

Yeah I feel unadulteratedly German. Although the last time I checked, I don't have a trace of German blood. That doesn't stop me from thinking I do. A little bit of optimism and hope doesn't hurt, does it now?

So I'm having my holidays now and frankly, this is all I've been doing *(for now):

Staying online on Facebook for hours even though I don't know what to flipping do there any more.
Watching videos on YouTube. Well, what else can I say? What else can I do? What else can I breathe?
Watching DVDs. Including my new Pokemon series.
Reading. I finished reading I Shall Wear Midnight by Terry Pratchett and it was full of humour (a Pratchett casualty) so I highly recommend it. Now I'm reading Stupid History by Leland Gregory. And I am yet to read Horrible Histories: Frightful First War and Woeful Second War.
Watching movies with my friends at the mall and once the movie's over, we just walk around obliviously because we're busy talking and end up walking the same floor around 6 to 7 times. I do not kid.
Sleeping over at my Gran's house and ending up watching Indonesian dramas with her. I never really watched those kind of stuff because they can be kind of cheesy and predictable sometimes but as long as the men in it are good- looking and half German, I'm pretty much glued to my seat.
Watching late night football matches (which results to the point below). Not only Liverpool games but now I'd watch Bayern Munich, Barcelona and Real Madrid games because I think it's time I expanded my horizons to other football leagues and not just the EPL.
Sleeping late and therefore waking up late. Although my Mum tries to prevent this from happening by waking me up every morning like yesterday morning, when she tried to wake me up by showing me a video she captured of a bird chirping noisily on an aerial. That didn't help though. One time she even tried telling me that Ozil doesn't like it if I wake up late because that seems to be unlady- like or something like that (couldn't really hear her, I was half- asleep). Note to parents: There is this thing we are going through which I think is caused by our teenage hormones and no matter how much we sleep, we still feel tired. Our bodies are going through some sort of transformation from childhood to adulthood and we're stuck in the middle of such worlds, making us go haywire and creating a tendency for us to act all weird without meaning to most of the time.
Looking up all the meanings of the words I don't know or can't comprehend and jotting down phrases that I can apply in life. Seems a bit nerdy and cheesy if you like but it's something I can't control.
**Daydreaming and visualizing life when I'm in university and when I have a job. If I don't do this, I'll lose sight of what I really want, and once that happens, how can I tell what I want? (If you want to know what I want my career to turn out like, click here and read 5: Your Dream Future).

I guess that's all. Unless you want me to include taking a dump simultaneously listening to music and occasionally smelling my armpits to check if I've got B.O. (Like I said, I DO NOT KID).

*For now because I am yet to go to two holiday camps. Obviously I am not looking forward to such things because I've got some sense in me and maybe as I type this post my teenage hormones are building up some more. Oh well. Maybe it won't be as bad as I think it will be. It's all in the mind, eh? We'll see.

**Well, to be frank with you I am also visualizing life with Mesut in it. At the same time being Liverpool owner. Which is not bad. I think.

War Cry

2010-12-02T12:38:00.003+08:00

Yeah I know. I practically abandoned my poor, precious blog. Blame the exams. Really.

Our results are coming out anytime soon, and since I thought it would come out today, I wrote this last night, when I couldn't sleep:

P.S. Do enjoy my exaggeration.

I'm lying in bed now, my breath rapid as I think about the future. MY future. I gaze at the fan as it spins effortlessly above me, like a whirlpool, drowning me in my own thoughts. I sigh. How fortunate it is. Spinning around until you turn the switch off. And then nothing happens. No consequences, no feedback, no nothing.

Humans on the other hand, are an unfortunate lot. We are a different tale altogether. We are born into this world to seek what we are good at, what we are born to do and what we are born to die for. But those things are always judged and looked upon first.

Which brings us to MY story. Because the Jury have decided and the Consequences have been called upon. Tomorrow Luck might stand by me as an apple is shot off my head. But luck might betray me, because Luck is luck, and there's really nothing you can do.

It's all in the hands of God. If I succeed, then I will succeed. But what happens otherwise? Will I be swallowed into a black hole? Will I be tortured until I lose sight of the world? Will all humanity crumble and fall?

All I can do now, as I lay restless in bed, is pray. Pray that tomorrow, the best will lead its way towards me. That tomorrow, luck will not leave me alone to defeat my fear. Tomorrow, the results grant me the title of freedom, happiness, prosperity and greatness that cannot be stolen away from me. (And so forth).

Tomorrow, God willing, the arrow will show mercy and respect towards me. Tomorrow, the earth will not give in and fall under my weight.Tomorrow, I shall reveal who I truly am to the world. I will not let the Consequences dominate and possess my mind. I will not cry tears of pain and agony, but tears of victory and happiness. I will not let myself down. This is a battle I must win whether they want it or not.

Fear me, demonic beasts. Come out of the shadows and face me. Step into the sunlight and draw your swords.

For I am coming.

Celebration

2010-10-15T22:59:00.012+08:00

Today brings forth a subtle and serene feeling of happiness into my soul. For 22 years ago, today, a boy was brought to this world with great things destined ahead of him, so great that it would likely be cemented in one's mind for a whole eternity.

This particular individual has brought change to this world, and by that it means his existence has made a profound impact in world football today (and apparently, that of mine too). He is an elusive midfielder who is yet to fully master the dummy kick and the immense power of his left leg but having said that, he would still be a thorn in any of his opponents' side. The arrival of the 2010 FIFA World Cup gained him international fame, varying that of children looking up to him, young women falling head over heels for him or players and their managers wishing him to be fighting pertinaciously for their side.

Try to find him in this picture!

It would be of no surprise to anyone at all that in a few years' time, this nascent individual is bound to join the likes of Michael Ballack, Steven Gerrard, Xabi Alonso, Kaka and others to be one of the most skilled and creative play makers in the world.

And perhaps, perhaps, his parents knew all of this was already fated and written for him, when their eyes first met that of their baby's 22 years ago. They knew that this baby in their arms was going to make them proud. They knew. And they are not wrong.

The boy's name is Mesut Özil. Today, we celebrate his 22nd birthday. Although he's somewhere out there working harder, upgrading his skills, I wish him Ales Gute zum Geburstag (happy birthday) and I wish for him to know that his fans, us, we will always be there behind his back when he is in a time of conundrum. I wish him all the best and I mean it. I know I will not meet him any time now, but I know someday in the future when I am a multi- thrillionare (who creates spectacular inventions, writes best- sellers, owns an airline, is a part- time pundit, Liverpool owner and blogger, God willing), fate will bring me to him and I hope we will be good friends. Till then, I will just keep wishing and working hard to achieve that.

Du hast so schone Augen o.o

Note: The reason that I vowed to myself to write this particular post is:

a) I am a hardcore fan

b) My birthday is right before his, which is on the 14th of October. That gives me the notion that we are soulmates. As ludicrous as it sounds, I do believe so.

Ich muss den ganzen Tag an dich denken.

P.S.: I apologize the pictures above expanded, therefore making it blurry. I don't know how to fix this problem, I think it's due to my template, but if any one of you know, please tell me. If you wish view the third image of him, visit this link. I do not own the ineffable pictures above.

Dear Mr Hicks

2010-10-08T21:03:00.000+08:00

A friend of mine posted this on Facebook and I was literally covered in goosebumps and near to tears when I watched this.

These fans are speaking from their heart, and it's true. Hicks and Gillette have done enough damage.

Well, here's news for you: Liverpool's directors said they had agreed a sale to New England Sports Ventures, owners of the Boston Red Sox baseball team, a deal that would give Hicks and Gillette nothing for their shares nor their loans back to the club.

Hicks and Gillette, just leave this club alone. Stop destroying them. Just leave.

You'll Never Walk Alone. Stay strong, Reds.

Subtle Wonders

2010-10-01T00:00:00.005+08:00

My sister is 7 now. Which means she knows how to read and talk. Which also means she reads jokes to me from my ancient joke books I never even remember I had.

I do appreciate her efforts to make me happy, I really do. But sometimes it gets a wee bit annoying. Can you imagine yourself, given the context as follows: You're happily minding your own business (e.g. listening to music on your Walkman) when suddenly she pops out of nowhere and asks you,

"How does an octopus propose?".

Well, I don't want to know how an octopus proposes because I've already read that a couple of eons ago, from that same book she's got in her hands.

I usually just glance at her with a blank face.

And then she replies,

"I WANT YOUR HAND, HAND, HAND, HAND, HAND, HAND, HAND, HAND,"

Sometimes I don't even listen to her answer, because I'm too busy paying attention to the music that's playing. But to be nice, I just smile and manage a small giggle. To satisfy her, of course. Because if I don't, her mouth will start pouting and she'll be in the corner, sulking to herself. I was always afraid she'd turn into Hulk but so far, and fortunately, that has never happened.

I realize my little sister can be annoying sometimes but I've contemplated life without her. Very... quiet. Besides, she's not wholly annoying. She makes me laugh sometimes and she listens to my endless babbles on... everything. She's like my entertainer at home. And she's the one I can bug. Every single day.

The reason of my tolerance here is, I once watched a movie about this man who had a family but didn't care about them and in the end, they were murdered. And at that moment, he realized, he did love them. But obviously, that was a bad time to regret his neglect on them, because he had just lost them.

So the bottom line is, having a sister is not bad after all. Nope, not bad at all.

Complete Conundrum

2010-09-26T10:18:00.003+08:00

Source: Guardian

I watched Liverpool vs. Sunderland last night (well, of course I did, I wouldn't miss it), and... I don't know what to say. All I can do is shake my head and hope. Because Liverpool's performance last night was sloppy and tepid. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I don't understand why Hodgson makes Poulsen his preference when Lucas should have been in Poulsen's position last night. I have seen Lucas' drastic transformation and he is playing at a much better rate than last season and I'm proud of the Brazilian.

I know I sound really disappointed, and mind you, I am, but I just hope we'll manage to buck up any time now because being in 15th place is humiliating. It wouldn't be so humiliating if we're Wolverhampton (no offence intended to Wolverhampton), but we're LIVERPOOL. We've won the PL 18 times and the Champions League 5 ruddy times, and to think that we play so badly now is unbelievable. All the legends are devastated and shaking their heads. After all that they've done for the club, they think, this is what they get back?

Oh well. Like I said, all I can do is hope for the best. Being a Liverpool fan now, I have to face loads of challenges (like receiving jeers from fans who support MANU etc) and we all have to be strong right now. But if you think about it, this is the time to REALLY support Liverpool. That will show that we are loyal and we'll be there for them, always.

"At the end of the storm, there's a golden sky,

And the sweet silver song of a lark"

Be strong, Reds. Be strong.

A heart's musings

2010-09-25T16:16:00.005+08:00

I feel really sleepy today (due to my sister waking me up at 11 o' clock, pestering me and shouting at me to have breakfast with her. Well it's my fault anyway. I was the one who asked her to do that every time she wakes up before me. But STILL. Her voice sounds annoying when you're happily dreaming). It would be really nice to sleep in right now, as it's cold and raining and to me, that's the best time for one to sleep. But I think I'll blog for a while.

As my Dad was driving the car back home just now, there was a kitten crossing a road. He didn't hit it, but this other car almost did. My Dad couldn't stop in the middle of the way, so he honked at the lady who almost hit the kitten and she, well, didn't hit it. I was sitting at the backseat smiling to myself, knowing my Dad just prevented the death of a kitty.

I'm addicted to Criminal Minds now. It's the cases that fill me with awe. I mean, these people who are crazy and can't think for themselves commit crimes and to me, they are innocent. Think about it yeah, they are born sort of crazy and sometimes their past haunts them, and they commit crimes to take all the agony out and sometimes it's other people who force them to do bad things, so they actually do it because they really have no idea what they're doing. And this is up to the FBI Behaviour Unit to solve and stop this. Well, I am also addicted to it because Dr. Spencer Reid is a huge magnet and I am a piece of solid metal and there's nothing he can do to repel me. Woa, scientific metaphor or what?

I've been getting at least one question a day at Formspring and even if some of them are bad or annoying, I really don't mind. I like answering questions. Even if I answer indignantly. I've been trying to Tweet, and I think I've been doing better compared to what I did previously. My past Tweets are as such: "Don't Liverpool players have Twitter?" or "is obsessed with Kings Of Leon ;D". If I'm not mistaken, Ryan Babel has Twitter. Go on and visit my Twitter page and well, Tweet me. I am in dire need to talk. However, Tweet me any insulting stuff, and I will sue. No kidding.

Well, I'll go now, while thinking of something else to write. I think I'll go play a bit of Jam Legend, haven't been there in a while. Sayonara, folks.

Woe is innocuous. Well, sometimes.

2010-09-25T16:00:00.004+08:00

It's raining now, and I like this kind of weather. Cold and nice. Just perfect for me.

I'm not doing anything much right now, although I am supposed to be doing my Maths homework which my teacher gave us before we all could yell "Woe bestow you!".

Just kidding. I wouldn't tell a teacher that. I'd tell her to stop being boring and old.

Just kidding.

Seriously, I'm just kidding.

I'm not lying, I'm KIDDING!

I'm just reading some Liverpool articles on oh you beauty. I understand this Scouser's pain. I've been contemplating about Liverpool's performance this season, too. I'm an optimistic person, and I say the top 4 is still theirs to look forward to (although how they'll progress with financial problems from the owners, criticism and whatsoever, I have no idea. I know they can do it. I have faith in them, I always have).

I think that being almost bottom of the League and losing to Northampton are just tests and challenges that they need to face. You pass failure on the road to success, they say, and it's true. As Richard Branson would say, Screw it, Let's do it. Look, I know I sound like some lifeless motivator but screw that. I sound perfectly practical.

It's still the start of the season, and it's much too early for anyone to prove anything. What matters is the end of the season, where Liverpool should be at the Top 4. As a fan, I'll hope and pray for the best.

To all you Reds out there, You'll Never Walk Alone :)

The Struggle

2010-09-25T11:22:00.004+08:00

Hola, minions. My teacher gave us a History assignment which to no surprise, we completed (with intense reluctance, no doubt). Long hours of sleep were neglected because we were supposed to do it during our two weeks of holiday (but who in this Milky Way would want to do it then?) therefore resulting in us doing it two days before we sent it. Procrastination, my friends, is the true beauty of man. Mark my wise words.

I've been feeling very indignant every morning now, because of my (new) contact lenses. When I went to make some new ones, the lady working there asked how much my eye power is, and well, I haven't checked my eyes in quite a while, so you tell me, how the heavens am I supposed to know? She scowled at me, I repeat, scowled at me as though I was some forgetful piece of rubbish standing opposite her, in dire need of contact lenses.

As though things couldn't get any worse, she gave me these new type of contacts, which is such a hassle to put on every day. It's incredibly soft, and every time I put it in my eyes, I feel like there's some scrap of metal scratching at my poor eyeball. It takes me 1o minutes or more just to put on my contacts. One time I even had to eat breakfast in the car.

All of this because of some new contact lenses. Heck, life, or rather, these new contact lenses and the lady is really tugging at my nerves.

I don't know whether this image is real or fake so don't go asking me about this in the comments. I do not own this.

My Perfect Man Gumbo

2010-09-16T12:26:00.005+08:00

A mix of celebrites and fictional charaters that would make up my perfect man:

1. Harry Potter. My brave little wizard.

2. Dr. Spencer Reid. Incredibly smart + beautiful hair = Gorgeousness o.o

3. Jon Bon Jovi. I want him to write rock love songs for me e.g. Born To Be My Baby melts*

4. Dean Winchester. So macho *drools*

5. Paolo Nutini. He can serenade me to sleep!

6. Neil Gaiman/ Terry Pratchett. Forget their age, take notice of the way they write so beautifully.

7. Ash Ketchum. I've been crushing on him since I was 5. My love for him never dies.

8. Captain Jack Sparrow. Ahh the mad pirate. I like!

9. Ryan Higa. Come on, no one can resist him.

10. Mesut Özil. Such versatility and patience in a player, he got me head over heels the moment I saw him during World Cup. Ich liebe Özil für immer!

I love my life ^^

2010-09-16T11:52:00.005+08:00

Famous People to Invite to Your Dream Dinner Party, Dead or Alive.

Bon Jovi/ Iron Maiden/ AC/DC
Liverpool players/ Players on the German national team
Pokemon characters
ALL of the characters in Harry Potter the bad ones included.
Cast of Criminal minds

5 Bands/Musicians I’ve been Listening to A lot Lately.

AC/DC
Iron Maiden
Bon Jovi
My Chemical Romance
Van Halen

5 Things I’m addicted to.

Criminal Minds
Football (Liverpool FC and Germany national team)
80s rock and metal
Harry Potter
Stars o.o

5 Songs I Can’t Stop Listening to at the Moment.

The Trooper- Iron Maiden
Bring Me To Life- Evanescence
Mr Crowley- Ozzy Osbourne
God of Thunder- Kiss
I Hate Myself For Loving You- Joan Jett

5 Favourite T.V Shows

Criminal Minds
Pokemon
Supernatural
Merlin
Miranda

5 Your Dream Future: 1 Job/2 City/3 Car/4 Spouse/5 Pet.

Multi- thrillionare who creates things no one has ever thought of who writes bestsellers who owns Liverpool FC who has an airline
London/ Liverpool
A Porsche or an Audi
Someone who accepts me for who I am (Who I am: not girly, does not wear dresses, watches football, listens to rock and metal, talks like a guy sometimes, hangs out with guys sometimes, guys think I am like one of them... Anyone?)
Hedgehog. But a cat would do, too.

5 Things that always cheer me up.

1. Ranting to myself. Seriously, try it.

2. Watching TV

3. Using the computer

4. Writing

5. Talking

Top 5 People I Want to Punch in the Face.

1. People who think they are wicked and cool when they're really not

2. People who think they are funny when they're really not

3. People who think they are smart (well, maybe they are) and think they're the smartest blokes in the world and have the idea that nobody can beat them)/ People who think they know stuff when they really don't. Seriously, shut up.

4. Nosy people

5. Rude people

5 Favorite Actors/Actresses.

1. Rupert Grint

2. Matthew Grey Gubler

3. Colin Morgan

4. Jensen Ackles

5. Miranda Hart

I want to meet these guys in real life and just STARE at them.

P.S I do not own the picture above

Under Pressure

2010-09-14T13:39:00.004+08:00

Well, we've got 2 weeks of holiday but it's Tuesday already and school starts next week. Time is a cheeky little thing, isn't it? Somehow, I'm visualising it as a Snitch. Sorry. Been having Harry Potter fever all over again. Don't mind me.

"Harry Potter's caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

Anyway, I was trying to do my history assignment (which, unfortunately is about our school) and I was flipping through the school magazine, hoping to scrape some facts for my assignment. I had my Windows Media Player on shuffle and School's Out was playing. How ironic, apparently I'm still stuck in school.

I nearly forgot, Eid Mubarak to all Muslims around the globe. I hope all of you had a great time (I'd be lying if I did, because of Liverpool's humiliating goalless draw which devastated my Uncle to the extent that he called Glen Johnson a chicken. Apparently, I still have not moved on either).

But Eid wasn't all bad. It was great, to be frank. The down side of it is I haven't been lifting my dumbbells for days and I have been eating like a starving hippo. Oh, the outcome is diabolical, believe me.

P.S. I do not own the picture of the Golden Snitch

Love at first sight

2010-08-31T18:28:00.003+08:00

GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL!

Yes, that's what you think it is- an Ash Ketchum cap :D

My good friend Serra went to the anime fest and told me she got into a bar fight with the shopkeeper because she wanted to bargain it for RM20 less. The man refused so she punched his nose and grabbed the cap before he could get up.

Heck of a bargain, eh?

P.S: Please tell me you didn't believe that?

Uncanny?

2010-08-12T23:40:00.001+08:00

I don't know about you, but they look somewhat alike.

Futile rantings

2010-08-08T11:41:00.005+08:00

I like to stare. Stare at the night sky, birds, myself in the mirror, the bathroom wall and even at people. Humans. Homosapiens (also another word for humans, if you didn't know. My good friend Serra thought it meant gay animal. At least she tried).

I stare at things because:

a) I don't have anything to do

b) I am tired

c) I am sad or stressed out

d) I ponder about things or daydream

e) I just like to stare

When I stare at things pointlessly, it gives me a calm sensation that flows through my soul. It takes me to a world where nothing is worrying. Because when I stare, I don't think about anything. I just stare into oblivion therefore I am oblivious to my surroundings. It's an elusive thing. It's beautiful to me.

Plaintively, staring can be ephemeral. Because there are certain individuals who dare cut the string between the blank, nostalgic world of staring and I. They disconnect me. Usually, this is what they ask:

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Aaaww why are you so emo today?"

Dare you call me "emo"! I am the opposite of this ludicrous thing known as "emo". I was solely staring into the distance. When they cut me off, I usually jump up and hit my head on the ceiling. I get shocked. First serenity embraces me, and then someone pats me hard on the back. I don't scold them, because I know I can't. I just mutter:

"Uh, no, I'm just tired"

"Uh, I was just staring into the distance"

And these people, when they hear my answer, they laugh or question me inquisitively like they're interrogating some Russian spy. They fearlessly ask:

"Ha ha, why?

OR they tell me:

"Stare into the distance? HAH! HAH!"

And that's when I give them the look. Not a nasty look but not a happy look either. I would say it's somewhere in between. I patiently explain to them and give them a tired smile.

And then I continue staring.

The other thing that makes my volcano erupt is when I stare into the distance and coincidentally, there are people there.So, what happens is, these people think I'm staring at them because they think that I think that they're hot when I'm really not thinking about anything.

What they do is:

a) Stare back at me

b) Raise a barmy eyebrow

c) Grin in the most asinine way

d) Whisper to their friends

e) Ask me, "what?"

Fools. I bet they come up with fatuous thoughts that I don't even want to know about.

P.S: I wasn't referring to any particular homosapien in this post. If you somehow got offended, then un- offend yourself because I didn't intend any offence. Oh and I don't own the above photo.

S.O.S

2010-08-05T23:14:00.007+08:00

I want this!

"Instead of studying for the finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point"- Jack Handy.

Touché, Mr. Jack Handy. Well said. Finally there is a caring individual who feels our plight. It's plaintive that nowadays people don't say stuff like this, don't you think?

Yes, you guessed it. I'm supposed to be studying. For my monthly test is about two weeks away. And I'm sitting here blogging. Can't help it. Blogging takes my mind off of things like Geography.

Me not wanting to study is not my fault. Everyone makes this whole thing so mundane, monotonous and prosaic. Textbooks and school lessons should be more... compelling. You know how textbooks should be? They should be as hilarious as Horrible Histories. Only then will I remember my history facts.

We need more of these books especially for syllabus' in my country. I may sound incredibly pompous (and simultaneously irritating) but mind you, I know other students take this as a necessity too. To anybody out there, hear me out. I cannot stand any more of this!

P.S: No harm and offence was intended to any particular individuals in this post. I do not own the photo.

"Books let us into their souls and lay open to us the secrets of our own"- William Hazlitt

2010-07-31T22:58:00.003+08:00

The kind of books I love to read. Edited at Picnik :D

When In Singapore...

2010-07-17T17:16:00.004+08:00

Do this.

This is a picture of my dear sister "drinking" from the Merlion. She makes it look like she's quenching her thirst, doesn't she? My Dad directed this photoshoot. Isn't this wicked?

The End?

2010-07-17T16:12:00.003+08:00

The World Cup has come to an end. The biggest event on EARTH. All over. We waited 4 years for it but only had 31 days of it. And we have to wait another four years. Funny how things work.

I feel so empty and lifeless. I keep watching WC highlights so I can absorb all the WC memories and remember it until 2014. But when they stop showing the highlights on TV, I can just picture myself staring at the blank TV screen, rocking myself back and forth with no soul in me. I'd cry tears of agony and pain while flashbacks of Luis Suarez's "Hand of God" and Lampard's denied goal haunt me. Brief images of the German and Spain squad appear in front of my eyes. I reach out for them but they vanish into air, like it never happened at all. They're all gone. Until 2014.

Sorry, I was just being melodramatic. I won't do that, not with plenty of other matters to distract me. There's always the

To name a few. There are more out there, I'm aware. But these are enough, trust me. Besides, there are also the Olympics coming up, and the Euro Cup and.... I should stop, shouldn't I? I suppose I should. Well. Ciao then.

Campeones Del Mundo!!!

2010-07-17T12:51:00.005+08:00

A bit too late for this post perhaps but it's better late than never, they say. Whoever they are.

Ah. We always knew it was Spain, didn't we? Well, I did. Well, frankly, not really. Well, I thought it was Germany at first but I knew Spain were the favourites ever since their Euro cup win.

Of course, as you all know, I am devastated that one of my favourite teams, Germany, only managed 3rd place but on the bright side, my other favourite team won the World Cup. Trust me, you wouldn't know how I feel. Devastated? Check. Elated? Check. But frustrated? Check. But at the same time, all jumpy and happy for Spain like the bloke in the picture? CHECK.

Well, I summarized it, didn't I? Mixed feelings are what I have now. I'm just so happy but so devastated. I bet you're getting really bored of reading this. Let's move on then.

Watching the WC finals were a mix too, of heaven and hell. Because a) the electricity in my house was all haywire so there were at least, let's see, 7- 8 blackouts in total. At 3 in the morning. In my house only and b) I didn't think the game was ever going to end- I would have thought penalties would be given!

The moment Andres Iniesta scored, my heart made the biggest leap its ever had in 2010. For now, I suppose. However, my Granddad was watching too therefore I couldn't

Jump and hit my head on the ceiling.
Roll around on the floor screaming "Viva España y Iniesta y Fabregas y Xavi y Iker y Puyol y Villa etc...!!!"
Run around my living room screaming "WOOHOOOO!!!!!!!!!!".
Scream "AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!".
Jump on the sofa like my friend Gema did
Do a headbang similar to Puyol's header against Germany
Take my shirt off like Iniesta did
Cry like Casillas did
Honk a Vuvuzela
Talk like a rapper e.g. "Yeah man, that's what I'm talkin' bout yo, yo, y'all got swagga like dat uh-huh, uh, take dat Netherlands, imma be screamin for Spain like a mad cow! Holla!".

In fact, all I could manage was a small "YES!".

Life is like that. But at least I still got to celebrate. And I love my Granddad so I've got to show him respect. Otherwise, he's going to think I'm a mad cow.

My Dad actually slept watching it. Said it was so dull he slept for the first time ever during a WC final. Wow.

Well, for now this is all I can manage. I've got loads of homework to do so I've got to go. I do not own any of the images above and I'm sorry if my writing offended anyone.

Adios!!!

España or Deutschland?

2010-07-06T23:21:00.009+08:00

I'm on cloud nine, sliding down rainbows and singing along with the birds like it's nobody's business: Germany thrashed Argentina and Spain made Paraguay cry (please do not take this sentence literally- I am not Strawberry Shortcake).

Germany and Spain will have to face each other.

You know what I'm going to say, you. I know you know. I know it.

I'm going to say that I'm torn apart just like Christine was in The Phantom of The Opera. Having to choose between the Phantom and Raoul was hard enough for the lady. So, say Germany is the Phantom and Spain is Raoul. I am the middle sexy person, Christine. Which will I choose? Would I choose the Phantom, the one who's got brilliant tactics and is living under Raoul's shadow or Raoul, the one who is... making a shadow for the Phantom to live in?

I am Christine. I have to choose.

Hahahaaa WTH!

But this is the World Cup, and both the Phantom and Raoul are irresistible. Therefore, I am going to end the suspense building up in your blood and tear the drama that you thought was going to happen but isn't even going to happen.

Because I will choose no one. Well, I'll support both teams, rather.

Oh no, I hear groans now. Well, what did you think? That I'd actually choose one of them? Are you bonkers? That's like going to an Adidas store and someone asks you, would you like this Liverpool jersey or this Liverpool water bottle? Of course I'd choose both!

Before you comment on anything, supporting two teams for the World Cup is NOT gay. I think it just spices things up, you know? Make it interesting.There's nothing wrong with that. Besides, even if one of them are going to lose in the semi- finals, one of them are still going to advance to the finals. And anyway, even getting to the semi- finals is huge. So you tell me, what do I have to lose?

I get asked in school often now (maybe because I'm a famous football pundit), who do you think is going to win, eh? Spain? Germany?

And I answer, but it happens like this:

"Well, frankly, Germany has better tactics-

"WHAAAAAT? NOO!!! Butspainareawesomeliketheyshouldwinthecupomgtorresomgworldcupomg!!!" the girls scream.

Dance, Torres, dance.

I stare helplessly back at them. They didn't let me finish up, and I felt as though my career as a football pundit had ended and there they all go, trailing on and on about Torres. No offence to these girls, though. If you are reading this, then I thank you sincerely. Because if it weren't for you squealing, I wouldn't have anything to write about. Credits to you, then.

Now that I can't finish that particular sentence in school, I was hoping I could finish it here. Here goes nothing:

Well, frankly, Germany has better tactics and they've got an energetic revamped new team, equipped with experienced people like Lahm and Klose but also youngsters, namely Muller, Khedira and Ozil, the product of the German youth programme that Germany spent 50 million Euros on. They can all pass and shoot accurately, run along the flanks and make it look so easy, you just get the feeling of putting on a Germany jersey (number 8 for me) and play- wait, I sound like Maradona, don't I? Oh, God. Well, as I was saying, Germany just make everything look effortless. They can depend on the whole squad to shoot goals and make everything perfectly in place.

Spain's World Cup record, unlike Germany, seem to be an embarrassment. But here they are, in the 2010 World Cup, being one of this year's favourites. They have claimed more fans now and they are venturing into new territory like Guardian said. I think their Euro 2008 win made that impact. It's true. They're leaving their World Cup history behind and are rampaging into the semi- finals. I must admit, the games they play and the tactics they use are not all impressive, but there's just something about their style of play that makes me sit in front of the telly and just watch. That's why I love them.

What do you think San Iker is telling El Nino?

Based on the reasons I stated above, I will support both teams 'till the end (the end of what, I don't know). Germany and Spain for life!

P.S: I do not own these photos :)

Go Deutschland!

2010-06-28T23:19:00.005+08:00

I'm sure you all know about Germany's win against England. 4-1. Wicked.

So where do I start? Well...

When my sister and I went downstairs (proudly with our new Germany flag and me wearing my Germany jersey), them Germans were already singing their national anthem. My sis and I being extremely hardcore, we actually stood up and put our hands on our chest like those football players always do. I tried to sing along but well, I'd end up looking like an utter imbecile, wouldn't I?

The English national anthem played and my grandfather was singing along. My sister and I went speechless. We've got an England fan in the house, GREAT!

I was elated when Klose scored the first goal. He got a bril ball from Neuer which bounced only TWICE (my Dad and I counted) and the next thing you know, the ball's all safe inside the goal! Relief swept over me- at least Germany had one goal in hand. Good enough for now, I thought.

And then PODOLSKI SCORED! Frankly, I was in the kitchen pouring cordial for my sister- I got to see it, though. I peeked through my kitchen door. My sister and I jumped up and down as though we were high on... something and I completely forgot about my sister being thirsty. HAHA!

After we Germany fans thought nothing could get any better than this, Matthew Upson headed the ball past Neuer. I rolled my eyes and sighed. Deep inside, I knew Germany would score more goals. And well, knowing them, of course they did.

The funny part was Frank Lampard's disallowed goal. The ball rebounded off the crossbar and bounced behind the line- and Neuer actually conned the referee, can you believe it? LOL, laughed my head off.

Germany scored again on the 66th minute- it was a goal from the one and only Thomas Muller. He got a pass from Schweinsteiger and BOOM! The next thing England know, they're losing 3-1.

Three minutes later, Muller scored yet another goal! This time, it was kudos to Ozil, who outran Barry to pass the ball to him.

I think the teamwork Germany showed was outstanding. The way they worked together was amazing. And Ozil did really good in midfield (yes, I am being biased).

God, don't you just love them Germans?

Full time: Germany 4- 1 England

p.s: I do not own any of the images above.

Crazy like that XD

2010-06-28T23:03:00.005+08:00

Ozil's on my MSN display. Cool or what?

My friend Amira commented on this (don't get confused, though. I'm AMIRAH and she's AMIRA). Oh, and she's the one with the purple- coloured font.

Don't mind my Iker background :D

'Cause I'm cool like that!

Wavin' Flag

2010-06-27T21:43:00.003+08:00

I saw this and I just knew I had to have it. It was looking at me with sorrowful eyes and when I turned my back on it, a feeling of sadness and reluctance to go back home swept over me. I locked my eyes on it and thought it was the most beautiful thing I had seen... and I'd never had a football flag before- just a scarf. What the heck, what's stopping me, then? I thought to myself.

I bought it. With my own money. I'm going to use it tonight along with my Germany jersey with hopes that victory is Germany's to lose.

Deutschland für immer!

Ich liebe Özil :D

2010-06-27T20:53:00.006+08:00

Taken from The Star Malaysia

But I have Ozil fever too:

I eat Nutella everyday because it reminds me of him.
I want to name my child after him.
I want to get myself a Deutschland jersey with the number 8 and his name written on the back.
He is the man on my MSN display picture.
I know he's 6 feet.
I know he is of Turkish descent and when he was born. On the 15th of October 1988. And guess what? I was born on the 14th of October (1996). See that? We're both Libras. THAT is wicked.
I keep watching his Nutella videos on YouTube over and over again because I think they're funny and cute.
I keep thinking about him.

Even my Mum wrote this on her status:

I hope Ozil is reading this so he could e- mail me and tell me how sweet I am. I'll be waiting.
I like him A LOT. Heck, scratch that, I LOVE him. I'm obsessed. However, I am not crushing on him so HAHA!

But I have Ozil fever too.

P/S: I know I sound mad in this post but that's me. If THE Mesut Ozil is reading this, then... then, well I don't know, thank you, I guess? I hope you don't blacklist me from your list of countless fans. I'm sure your other fans know what I know too. I think you're cool (I'm saying this like I'm really gonna meet this guy- well, you never know, eh?).

Viva Casillas :D

2010-06-26T16:39:00.004+08:00

Of course it is.

P.S I do not own this image.

Spain 2- 1 Chile :D

2010-06-26T15:35:00.007+08:00

Why on earth is Alonso's mouth open? Trying to suck in all the good luck lingering around the pitch? Why is Sergio the only one I see smiling? Why does Puyol look the same in all the team photos? God, I'm so inquisitive now. And you don't need to answer that.

Obviously the score is disappointing but watching it at 2.30 a.m. in the morning (yet again- sheesh!) got my adrenaline pumping. Frankly, it was worth it.

5- 10 minutes through the game, feeling satisfied with myself for waking up, I saw something move at the corner of my eye. I glanced sideways and saw IT. Brown, gross, quick and huge, it was a cockroach. Of all the times you come to haunt me, you come now? When I'm watching Spain?

I wasted around 3 minutes leaping from one sofa to another, trying to get away from IT until I couldn't see IT any more. I put my feet up, prayed for my dear life and proceeded to watch the game.

My Dad came down and tried to look for the cockroach- no such luck doing that. He couldn't find it. Not long after that, Villa scored a magnificent goal that left me speechless- okay, not exactly speechless, that was just an expression. It left me squealing, frankly. Friends, I only squeal at home. Don't expect me to do this at school, please.

I just think the goal was bril. Torres failed to get pass a defender (and a very silly goalie who should have stayed in the penalty box- I mean, your defender could clear Torres off, you stay put!) but then came Villa, running to bring our hopes back. And he did. Shot from 50 yards and that was enough to make our day- wait, night. Pssshhh -.-

I shouldn't argue and scold the goalie about this, though because he did us a favour. Kudos to him for that! :D

Iniesta scored the same moment Estrada saw red when he clicked Torres' heels. The red card was a probably a bit harsh on Chile, but come on. They played roughly. I suppose he deserved it (I feel so bad saying this. Chile, don't sue me!).

Millar scored for Chile in the 47th minute- his shot deflected off Pique and Casillas couldn't catch it. But it's okay. Spain did really well. LOL, I am so biased.

Spain will face Portugal later, can you believe it? I'm so scared now. Germany are going to face England tomorrow night- that just makes me more nervous. My Mum gives me the look when I tell her I'm worried for them. Of course I should be worried, they're my favourite teams and I've become a hardcore fan. It's like I've bonded with these teams. It's like I can send them telepathic messages (NOT!).

In case you were wondering, my Dad managed to kill the horrible cockroach that scared me to bits. He killed it with my Grandfather's slipper.

Dad : *Looks at the dead cockroach*. My daughter asked me to murder you, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Me : *Laughs and grosses out when he picked the cockroach up and flushed it down the toilet*

What I learned this morning:

Always keep cockroach repellent close to you when you're watching football- just when you lean back and think nothing could get better, a cockroach comes along.

P.S I do not own the above images.

I said what I needed to say

2010-06-26T15:25:00.002+08:00

And that's how I summarize my opinion on Geography. My Geography teacher was teaching in front when I scribbled this.

2 Minutes To Midnight

2010-06-25T16:22:00.009+08:00

Dad : You know Iron Maiden has a song called 10 Minutes To

Midnight?

Me : *stares at him in disbelief*

Me : It's 2 Minutes To Midnight.

Dad : Oh. Yeah. That's right.

Amirah's note:

In case you did not know this, my Dad was a hardcore rocker. He used to play the drums. He went to Iron Maiden concerts when he was in UK. He's the reason I even listen to Maiden, AC/DC, Bon Jovi, Mr. Big and Def Leppard (to name a few- there's more LOL). I suppose all the work he's doing now is making him forget Maiden songs! Do not fret, I will make him remember!!!

Iron Maiden 2 Minutes To Midnight Lyrics:

Kill for gain or shoot to maim
But we don't need a reason
The Golden Goose is on the loose
And never out of season
Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.

CHORUS
The killer's breed or the demon's seed,
The glamour, the fortune, the pain,
Go to war again, blood is freedom's stain,
Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight
The hands that threaten doom.
2 minutes to midnight
To kill the unborn in the womb.

The blind men shout let the creatures out
We'll show the unbelievers
Napalm screams of human flames
For a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH!
As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy,
We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.

CHORUS

The body bags and little rags of children torn in two
And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you.
As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song,
To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.

CHORUS

Midnight, midnight, midnight
Is all night

Midnight, midnight, midnight
Is all day

Midnight
All night

Ich liebe Deutschland- und Mesut

2010-06-25T15:24:00.010+08:00

This is MY hand, by the way. And don't ask why this photo is upside down. I don't even know why myself.

Ich liebe Deutschland: The statement, for those who don't know, means I love Germany- and Mesut (Özil) (no kidding, I had help from the Google translator). I love Germany so much, I watched Germany against Ghana at 2 a.m.

Germany, here I come!, I told myself when I woke up. Frankly, watching the game filled me with anxiety. Ghana was not bad. I was so scared when Ghana almost scored- thank god Lahm was there to clear the ball away :D

I couldn't breathe until my football player in shining armour, Mesut Özil fired a wonderful goal that made me scream like a banshee. I was so happy. Mesut... scored? I did not expect this at all! I didn't feel groggy after that. I felt awakened, fresh, and ready to cheer for the Germans.

I told my Dad, maybe he did this.

My Dad laughed.

Well, you never know :)

I think I want to name my child after Mesut hahahahaaaaaa xD

P.S I do not own the image of Mesut. I got it from here.

Fernando, Nora and Olalla Torres (NEW)

2010-06-23T17:12:00.001+08:00

Aren't they all sweet together? Enjoy.

Spanish fever

2010-06-23T00:23:00.006+08:00

Hello, earthlings. I've got nothing to do now and I actually like it :D. I've been Google-ing Iker Casillas and watching videos of him non- stop. I must say, for a guy who sometimes has facial hair and is 29, he is hot. If you didn't get that the first time, well, here I go again- he is

HOT!

Heehee. Hee. Heeehehehehehehehhehehheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

I'm okay. I'm not high or anything. I'm perfectly fine.

Anyway, I can't believe I just realized this. I just realized he has a cute innocent face on him. Oh, well, now that I've realized this, I'm gonna savour this feeling. Teehee.

SO I woke up at 3.00 a.m yesterday morning for the love of football. For the love of World Cup. For the love of Spain. I had slept at around 1 a.m. and I set my alarm, eager to wake up. I thought to myself, I missed the Germany game against Australia- I'm not going to miss watching Spain.

3.00 a.m. it was. My alarm clock rang and my eyes flew open. I grinned foolishly to myself in the dark and let out a silent laugh. Downstairs I went and it was already the 46th minute. The score was Spain 1- 0 Honduras. I smiled to myself. I should have known. Spain won 2 - 0. It was worth staying up after all :)

Now, since Iker is so cute and irresistable, I wanted to share this, this and this with you. They're all so adorable I want to roll on the floor laughing and squealing to myself!!! Oh, wait, I'm already doing that. Heehee.

He models for Reebok! I use a Reebok bag so does that make me support him or something?

Happy watching, Amirah Azhar signing out.

p.s. I do not own the images :)

World Cup 2010

2010-06-15T17:42:00.013+08:00

The 2010 FIFA World Cup falls on the perfect time- during our two weeks of holidays. Which means staying up late watching LIVE matches and an 80% possibility of dozing of on the couch, not even needing to worry about waking up to go to school in the morning. Bless them FIFA officials.

Darn, but I just remembered. After those holidays are over, it's time to start school again (which is next week). But who says we students aren't staying up 'till 4 in the morning? We're loyal fans, that's what we are, and school's not going to get in our way.

The reason we stay up is because World Cup is the thing everyone has been waiting for. 4 years we waited. Here it is, finally, taking place on African soil. I, as a devoted (but devastated) Liverpool fan hereby declare myself as a happy individual now that the World Cup has started. Seeing the EPL title slip from the hands of Liverpool was painful. Now World Cup's here to distract me. God, no one knows how happy I am.

I think this event is a beautiful one. And I mean it. It brings the whole world together, forming a bond between fans around the globe. Can you imagine how many people could be watching one single game? Thousands? Nah, how about millions? Millions of people yelling "GOAL!" at the same time. Millions of people sighing in frustration at the same time. Millions of people crossing their fingers together at the exact same moment. It's so magical. In fact, it can transform non- footie fans into hardcore football fans for a month. Amazing or what?

This year, I am a fan of Spain and Germany. My (seventeen year old) uncle thinks it's unfair to support two teams, claiming I'm not loyal...? Don't waste your time trying to understand that, I'm as confused as you are. Besides, I've already bought jerseys for both Spain and Germany. My uncle can't do anything about it (I wonder if he's reading this ;P).

So, as I was saying, Spain and Germany are my pick. To me, Spain have the right to win this because they have never won a single World Cup. They won Euro 2008 so now World Cup is the thing they want. Not want, NEED. Everyone would be so proud of them. They'll be telling their children that after winning Euro 2008, they won the World Cup. Their FIRST World Cup. I bet those Spanish players want a moment like that so bad. Well, I say they go for it. A por ellos!

Germany too, deserve to win it. They've won 3 World Cups so far but the last time they became champions was in 1990. It's been 20 years. They're hungry for victory. They want to go back to Germany fresh from the euphoria of the World Cup and bring happiness back to their country (not that their country could have been anymore happier after their 4- 0 win against Australia).

With a skillful team that never gives up (seriously, they don't. Did you watch them smack Australia down?), winning the World Cup would be easy for them. They've got it all in their German hands, don't they?

Michael Ballack won't be playing for the meantime. I think Germany can do it without him.

Heck, I don't know what to do if these two teams clash in the finals. Who am I to support? What am I to do then? I reckon it doesn't hurt to support both

So who do you think will win World Cup 2010?

P.S. I do not own any of these photos.

Mesut Özil versus Australia

2010-06-15T17:35:00.001+08:00

Mesut Özil: Birth of a Star

I am perfectly aware that this is the second Mesut Ozil article I've posted on Blogger today. Look, I can't help it, alright? World Cup fever's taking over me, or rather, German youngster fever? Hee hee, I just think he's a brilliant player. Do you think so? Read on and leave a comment.

Mesut Ozil: The next big thing?

2010-06-15T17:27:00.002+08:00

Mesut Ozil: The world at his feet

A fine youngster with a bright future ahead of him. Leave a comment and tell me what you think.