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Semua orang ingin mem'blog'kan perkara ini. Saya turut terlibat. Begitu hebat lagu ciptaan Melly, dan betapa indahnya trailer-trailer ini? Sehingga meremang bulu roma menontonnya.

Liverpool 1 - 1 Chelsea

It should have been a perfect night. Manchester United lose its derby, Arsenal drawn with Blackburn Rovers, and Liverpool was leading with a Torres debut goal.

But then, Florent Malouda the Chelsea player thrown himself into Finnan and fell down in the penalty box. The referee was so impressed with the acrobatic show that he awarded a penalty. Fat Frank took it and after it was in did a stupid goal celebration. (stupid Fat Frank. Even my grandma can score a penalty, what's with the smug celebration?)

I'm upset. But then, I think our squad is improving. We held possession, there were many chances but in typical Liverpool style, they failed to find the back of the net. Still, I was impressed with the performance by our team.

I don't know if this lose of two points will come back to haunt us later. I'm hoping now that Chelsea will lose their next match with a mysteriously awarded penalty against them. It's only fair after all.

Torres!

Kita ganggu siaran untuk memberi ruang kepada pengumuman penting ini :

Liverpool sign Torres

[EDITED] to include this picture. Ayam too excited.


See? Exactly like I predicted. And this is way before all the newspapers went crazy with Torres to Anfield speculations. And he got the number 9 too. Again like I said.

And I said Xabi was going to stay too. And he is. He resisted the temptation that is Barcelona. Unlike a certain French striker that I know (hint : ahh.. tak payah hint lah. semua pun tahu)

Now, there is only one conclusion. Rafael Benitez reads my blog. Yeah, that must be it. The Liverpool manager reads my blog.
.......

Rafa, this makes me sad. Really sad.
















But Lil' Luis wants to go back to Spain. So, I understand the decision. But, now we no longer have a midfielder that will haunt Chelsea with phantom goals. So, here is my suggestion:

Buy Carlos Tevez. He is a striker. Yes I know. But you can play him as a winger/attacking midfielder. He'll score more goals than Cristina Ronaldo and Ronaldinho. We need more goals from midfield. And we can't depend on Gerrard alone. Tevez is best friend with Mascherano right? They are both on duty at Copa America right now. Ask Masch to convince him. If he proves to be too expensive, get him on a loan.

Okay Rafa? Cheers.

[EDITED] again to say: MU is after Tevez now?? Alex Ferguson reads my blog too! He's copying me!

SCMA : Lailatul Qadar

Sewaktu saya di Tingkatan 1, saya bersekolah di kampung. Saya bersekolah di sana sehinggalah awal Tingkatan 4. Sewaktu itu di rumah hanyalah Atuk, Nenek, saya dan Koreng si kucing. Maka jika saya takut tidur keseorangan saya akan mencari Koreng untuk tidur bersama saya. Jika saya tidak dapat cari Koreng, walaupun ada semut di bilik itu cukuplah saya berasa selamat. Sekurang-kurangnya ada makhluk hidup yang menemani saya tidur.

Sewaktu bulan Ramadhan dan terutama sekali 10 malam terakhir, Atuk memang tidak pernah gagal untuk bangun di tengah malam untuk solat. Saya tahu dia menunggu Malam Lailatul Qadar. Kadang-kadang jika saya terbangun, saya berani turun ke bilik air kerana saya tahu Atuk ada di bilik sembahyang di sebelah.

Saya seolah-olah dapat merasakan yang Atuk pasti pernah terjumpa Lailatul Qadar. Suatu hari saya bertanya pada Atuk, “Atuk, kalau Lailatul Qadar ada nampak apa?” Atuk dengan senyum penuh rahsia menjawab “Nampak harimau.”

SCMA : Dalam Kereta

Saya teringat ketika kecil, jika jalan-jalan Mama akan memandu, Atuk duduk di sebelah, Mak Ina, Achik, Nenek dan Pak Busu duduk di belakang dan saya akan duduk di atas pangku Atuk.

Ketika perjalanan saya akan melihat pemandangan dan Achik serta Mak Ina akan berborak. Sepanjang perjalanan. Tanpa henti. Sampai Atuk berkata : “Mak Ina dengan Achik baca berita kan?”. Hehe.

Jika terserempak dengan polis, Atuk akan menyuruh saya menyorok ,(saya percaya pada waktu itu polis akan menangkap orang yang duduk dua orang di hadapan dan Atuk membiarkan saya mempercayainya.). Maka saya cepat-cepat tunduk dan mencangkung di tempat letak kaki. Ketika kereta sudah melepasi polis barulah saya bangun dan duduk di atas pangku semula.

SCMA : Konvokesyen Tadika Kemas

Saya ingin memulakan koleksi kisah-kisah pendek mengenai Arwah Atuk saya, Haji Othman bin Abdul Ghani. Sebenarnya idea untuk menulis kisah mengenai Atuk ini sudah lama saya fikirkan. Sebelum Arwah meninggal dunia lagi saya sudah berkira-kira mahu menulis. Namun, tidak jadi jadi. Setelah saya membaca e-mel yang panjang mengenai Arwah Atuk karangan Pak Long, saya seolah-olah mendapat rangsangan baru untuk mula menulis.

Saya rasanya tidak mampu untuk menulis sebuah kisah hidup yang panjang. Mungkin itu diserahkan kepada Mama, Pak Busu, atau Pak Long, atau mereka yang berminat atas projek itu. Apa yang ingin saya mulakan adalah kisah-kisah pendek mengenai Atuk dari ingatan dan pandangan orang lain. Saya harap saya dapat 'meminta cerita' daripada orang-orang lain kelak. Namun, saya akan mulakan dengan cerita-cerita dari ingatan saya sendiri.

SCMA : Siri Cerita Mengenai Atuk


Konvokesyen Tadika Kemas

Kisah ini bak kata Mak Ina, sudah diceritakan beribu kali. Itulah sebabnya cerita ini perlu membuka tirai siri cerita ini.

Tahun 1990 saya tinggal di kampung. Ini kerana ibu saya bekerja sendirian di Kuala Lumpur dan tidak dapat menjaga saya. Waktu ini, saya bertadika di Tadika Kemas Simpang Kesang. Namun, perangai saya ketika ini adalah saya tidak suka pergi ke sekolah. Walaupun Atuk tidak pernah gagal membayar yuran RM 10 setiap bulan. Saya masih tidak mahu ke sekolah. Dan tiada siapa yang dapat memujuk saya untuk pergi semula. Saya masih ingat ketika Mama bertanya "Alin tak nak pergi sekolah ni dah besar nak jadi apa?" Saya dengan selambanya menjawab: "Penoreh getah."

Kenapa saya tidak suka ke sekolah? Jawapannya mudah. Saya lebih suka duduk di rumah. Bukannya saya takutkan guru. Bukannya saya tidak tahu membuat latihan sekolah. Bukannya saya tiada kawan. Saya tidak suka bangun pagi. Dan jika saya bangun pagi pun, saya lebih suka mengikut Atuk ke Jasin, ke Pejabat Pos bergerak daripada ke sekolah dan disuruh mewarna tapi tidak boleh terkeluar garisan.

Diikutkan cerita, suatu hari Tadika saya mengadakan majlis hari jadi. Waktu itu saya di dalam bakul motor Atuk saya dan sedang dalam perjalanan balik dari pasar bergerak. Saya dengan tidak tahu malunya berkata pada Atuk yang saya nak pergi. Walaupun ketika itu saya sudah tidak pergi ke sekolah berbulan-bulan. Saya merasakan seronok berada di sekolah ketika itu dan saya mula rajin ke sekolah semula. Dan masa saya kembali ke sekolah itu rupa-rupanya sangat tepat. Ini kerana tidak lama kemudian akan diadakan majlis tamat sekolah atau lebih dikenali sebagai Majlis Konvokesyen Tadika Kemas yang sangat popular itu.

Saya masih ingat, jubah konvokesyen bewarna merah itu hanya ada beberapa pasang. Setiap kali selepas pelajar menerima 'skrol'nya cikgu cepat-cepat membuka jubah dari badannya untuk diberikan kepada pelajar lain yang sedang beratur. Ketika giliran saya, saya teringat pesan Atuk yang suruh saya selepas menerima skrol mengucapkan "Terima Kasih!!" dengan nada Alleycats. Tetapi saya tidak buat. Dan di rumah Atuk sambil senyum besar bertanya kenapa saya tidak melakukannya. Sudah tentu tidak. Saya perlu menjaga reputasi (pelajar hebat yang tidak hadir melebihi 80% tetapi masih boleh graduate).

It's the Annual 'Kuiz yang Banyak' Entry Again!

I'd like to blog more about football but Achik said she's boycotting my blog until I write about something else. So, here goes! The Annual 'Kuiz yang Banyak' entry. Technically it should be posted around September like last year. Tapi, suka hati sayalah.

Your Birthdate: December 14

You work well with others. That is, you're good at getting them to do work for you. It's true that you get by on your charm. But so what? You make people happy! You're dynamic, clever, and funny. And people like to have you around. But you're so restless, they better not expect you to stay around for long. Your strength: Your superstar charisma Your weakness: Commitment means nothing to you Your power color: Fuchsia Your power symbol: Diamond Your power month: May

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Hmm.. Nadiah said I totally can persuade others on/for something. Pandai merengek. I'm charming alright!
My power month is May?? If it is so why my channeling of power to Liverpool on CL Final failed? Huh? Huh?

You Are 60% Bipolar

You're a bit moody, and at times, your moods can be a bit extreme. It's up to you to decide if you're simply dramatic... or slightly bipolar.

Are You Bipolar?

Yup. slightly bipolar. Of course. Short attention span, ADD and all that.

You Are 15% Left Brained, 85% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

Are You Right or Left Brained?

Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports. 2 1/2 out of 3. Not bad. Half for day dreaming. Eceh..

You Are a Lazy Cook

Technically, you're a cook... in that you do cook the occasional frozen burrito in the microwave. Get a little adventurous. Sprinkle some fresh cheese on that frozen pizza next time!

Are You A Good Cook?

Heh. heh. No. comment.

You Are 20% Abnormal

You are at medium risk for being a psychopath. It is somewhat likely that you have no soul. You are at low risk for having a borderline personality. It is unlikely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

How Abnormal Are You?

Of course I don't have OCD. I'm mildly opposite OCD.


Hmmm. This is me being lazy again. I want to blog about the kenduri in my house, about the absolutely delightful occasion of nenek and MakChah and family's visit to my house. I want to blog in Malay. Yet I'm being lazy. But apparently I'm going to Pn Ainon Mohd's seminar this Saturday with my mom. Perhaps I'll be motivated to write anything other than nonsense then.

I love International Football

The international actions.. Watched it and collapsed the next day.

First it was Germany vs San Marino Live at 0050

First half, fine fine display by the San Marino's defense. But nearing half time Kevin Kuranyi managed to nudge one goal. The second half, I figure those San Marinoans (am I correct here?) were exhausted. Playing with only 10 men did not help. They conceded 5 more. The highlight of the match must be the second goal by Mario Gomez. So impressive! I love how he casually flicked the ball into goal by the back foot action. It was only his second cap for the NT and he already scored 3 goals.

The match result was predicted anyway. Though maybe we all thought the Germans could've won it with a larger margin. And, what happened to Miroslav Klose?? Not even one goal. I almost felt sorry for that guy.

Germany 6 - 0 San Marino

And then it was France vs Ukraine Live at 0300

If England managed not to qualify for Euro 2008 (with the stooopid McClaren at the manager's helm I'm afraid if this could be the case), I'm sooo rooting for the French.

I love the France National Team. I must admit that my Pak Busu was the one who introduced me to the team. I remembered being astonished when he told me that the famous Zinedine Zidane is a Muslim, and Zinedine is the French way of spelling Zainuddin. Pak Busu also told me how after France won the World Cup the French publics are more accepting towards Muslims. That was back in 1998. Zidane is retired now. But not before the head butting incident. (And that is why Italy is one of the NTs that I don't like. Ee.. tali..)

And, the sight of two Muslim France players performing the du'a on the pitch before the match started on Sunday makes me very ---!!. The feeling was indescribable. Especially the sight of Samir Nasri with both his palms facing upwards, head bents, mouth reciting. Now, if following the tone of my previous posts about footballers I could be typing this:

Samir Nasri!
He's French, He's young!
He's brilliant!
He's so cute!!

But it seems inappropriate with the mood that he brought with his performance. He is very young for a senior NT player. He is only 19, but played with such confidence, always staying on his feet even when being pushed and tackled by a number of defenders. He is (in my humble opinion) a gifted playmaker. It was also only his second call up for the France NT. I also smiled hearing his name being shouted by other players. Samir! here, and Samir! there, directing him to be where they want him to be. So cute! (uncontrollable inappropriateness, please forgive).

The two goals of the match were scored by two Muslim French. First it was by Franck Ribery. The second goal was by a brilliant performance from Nicholas Anelka, the other player who cited du'a before the match. It seems like his prayer was answered. :)

If not for any other reasons, this is why I'm going to definitely wish France will win Euro 2008. We're used to seeing the sight of players crossing themselves before entering the pitch. I don't think it is a propaganda or anything. It just happens that so many of professional footballers are Christians and the gesture is part of their ritual for asking assistance from the Higher Force, but it feels so refreshing to finally see a Muslim player doing the same ritual but of Islamic nature on the international stage. I feel very proud. Especially after feeling disgusted of the blatant advert ism of the "I Belong to Jesus" shirt worn by Kaka' during the CL Final. He's a Brazillian who plays for an Italian club. Why is the message in English? Why not in Portugese or Italian?

So... go France!

Wow.. so many thoughts and emotions from a single match.

France 2-0 Ukraine

Next match I watched was the Latvia vs Spain Delayed at 0650

Hmm.. I don't know what to comment. It was kind of boring. The goals should have come sooner. But maybe the feeling comes from me being dead tired and sleepy and having to listen to a lousy commentator. Always saying the wrong player's name. Announcing the first goal was a David Villa's goal when in fact it was a Latvia's own goal and confusing between Xavi Hernandez and Xabi Alonso. Aiyya.. I'm a Liverpool fan who watch Xabi plays every week. I know his running style, his passing style. That is soo not Xabi Alonso!

But, seeing Xabi's smile after watching him cried at CL Final makes the sleepiness and tiredness worth it.. in a way. So, don't you dare sign for Barca Xabi!

Latvia 0-2 Spain

I did not watch the rest of the matches. But the Denmark vs Sweden? Has it really been decided that it's 0-3? What happened to Denmark's 3 goals? I know the red card and penalty is deserved. It was Poulsen's fault for punching Rosenberg at the first place. But abolishing all the Danish goals because of one stupid fan? It's a little bit unfair, I think. But it's the same referee from the CL Final. No wonder. The same ref who ended the match a full 30 seconds earlier. Allow me to be gleeful of his attack then.

Ahhh.. tomorrow is the same cycle again. Expect me to be nonexistent on Thursday.

Ole!

England 1 - 1 Brazil

Heh heh heh..

I thought it was a great match. England almost had a clean sheet if not for the very last minute equaliser by Diego.

I've said it countless times. Steve McClaren should've called Beckham back months ago. I think he's stooopid for dropping Becks on the first place. He's brilliant at dead balls. Look at the England's goal last night. He kicked the ball and bent it right at JT's head. He's brilliant. Plays unlike any other English players.

Owen has to work a little harder. There's the promise of his form, his header nearly went in, alas it was a little too high. But I believe in my first football crush, Michael James Owen. He'll regain his form back. He's the original Boy Wonder. He was the European Footballer of the Year.

Alas, the Man of the Match is my captain, Steven Gerrard. He is the screamer player last night. He played in an unnatural position, defensing deep. It shows his great flexibility and adaptability as a player. Crunching into tackles here and there, he kept Kaka' in his pocket. Heh heh heh. In your face, Kaka'!

Frank Lampard was okay, but not impressive. When Owen Hargreaves returns from injury he should be benched. Give Gerrard his original position back. That is where we can see a lot of his genius performances.

Go Inggerlanndd!!

England NT the way it should be

Tonight it's Germany, Spain and France matches. I'm officially dead.

Now Showing

Di Pawagam Sekarang:


Watak Utama : Nafisah

Pelakon Tambahan (in chronological order) :

Achik
Pak Busu
Mak Usu
Mama
Mak Ina
Nadiah
??

(Tak Nak! Alin Tak Nak!)

Good News

Owen and Beckham are back in the England squad!

*Run in the streets and scream*

Very looking forward to that friendly against Brazil now. But I have bad feelings about it. Against Kaka again? I don't dare speculate.

On the other hand, Xabi is staying. I don't care what others said. He Is Staying. And we are going to bring Fernando Torres to replace Fowler. He can have Fowler's squad number 9. He already has the number 9 tattooed on his wrist and the other 2 English clubs linked with him (Chelsea and MU) , already have players assigned with that number.

And, he wants to come to Liverpool. See?

You'll Never Walk Alone Nando.

This Devastation is Hard Earned

AC Milan 2 - 1 Liverpool

That was just so frustrating. It's heartbreaking. I'm so sad and gutted for all the Liverpool players.

To be fair, I thought we played really really well. We were attacking, had very good defending, especially on the first half. Kaka was reduced insignificant. I felt that we were more aggressive than the Milan players.

We were labeled the underdogs, but we fought really hard. There were chances, but no finishing touches. It just wasn't meant to be. Even though performance wise Liverpool were better. That's the nature of football.

I really really wanted them to win. I prayed hard for them. I was devastated when the full time whistle was blown.

Alas, I never lost hope on them. That's one thing that all Liverpool fans are known for. We never lost hope. It's in our song, it's in our heart. I was convinced that they could drag the game to extra time and then maybe penalty. But 3 minutes has never come too soon, and then, it's all over.

But, to be able to feel this devastation, it was because the team had made it possible. It's because we were so close to repeating the glory that we are known for, so close to lifting the trophy. It's because we've beaten many incredible teams on our road to Athens, we fought for it the hard way, we lost the title today on the 93th minute and not a moment sooner, that this devastation is acute, intense, pronounced.

And I'm proud to be this devastated. I'm proud that we lost only through fighting. Real hard. I'm proud that we never gave up.

I shall cry, and I shall suffer.
I will cry, and I will suffer.
But my belief is with them.

We are Liverpool. We are destined for greatness. Number six is only delayed.

I'm proud that I am a Liverpool fan and I shall be a Red for a very very long time to come.

You'll Never Walk Alone.

Ulang Tahun

Dalam leka-leka dan gusar-gusar memikir dan menantikan perlawanan akhir nanti, saya sudah terlupa yang blog ini sudah pun setahun.

Blog ini menyambut ulang tahun pertamanya 16 Mei lepas. Syabas Alin! Tahniah! Blog ini masih belum mati dan terkubur walaupun saya mempunyai ADD.

Dan setahun kemudian, saya masih lagi mati yang bermaruah. Tidak lama lagi akan jadi zombi.

Final

Sabtu lepas, Final FA Cup.
Agak teruja jugaklah nak menontonnya, sebab tiada lagi aksi EPL yang boleh ditonton. Lagipun, kunun-kununnya perlawanan antara 2 kelab terbaik Inggeris, Manchester United dan Chelsea. Pengulas-pengulas sukan pula mengatakannya perlawanan penentuan tempat ketiga Champions League. :D

Masa yang sama pula ada Konsert Akhir Akademi Fantasia 5. Saya sudah siap mengatakan pada emak yang "Hari ni nak tengok bola tau. Tak nak tengok konsert AF."

Tapi, lagi baik tengok konsert AF. Sebab FA Cup kali ini sangat bosan! Langsung tidak menghampiri kualiti Final musim lepas, "The Gerrard Final" di mana ada 1 gol sendiri yang Carra hadiahkan untuk West Ham, 5 gol lain yang 2 daripadanya hasil rembatan jarak jauh Kapten Steven Gerrard.

Ceh. Dan penyokong Manchester United boleh kata Liverpool punya gaya permainan yang membosankan.

Tapi, sekurang-kurangnya Chelsea menang. Dan saya memang menyokong Chelsea pun pada malam tu. Sebab sakit hati mendengar Alex Ferguson kata dia akan meraikan kemenangan AC Milan di Final CL nanti. Ceh. Sore loser.

Ya, sekurang-kurangnya Chelsea menang. Dan saya dapat melihat Prince William menghadiahkan piala. Dan Mila menang. Yeah.

Kemudian... esok pula Final Champions League. Saya memang tidak sabar menantikan hari esok. Tapi, gemuruhnya Tuhan saja yang tahu. Ada rama-rama (bukan lagu Ella) dalam perut. Tangan sudah mula sejuk aja.

Tapi, Liverpool pasti menang. Liverpool mesti menang. Kerana Liverpool rules Europe, dan saya sudah banyak sakitkan hati rakan-rakan penyokong Chelsea dan Manchester United dan mereka sudah berjanji akan 'bom' saya jika Liverpool kalah. Eleh.. jeles katalah jeles.

Tujuan lagu buat yang tercinta

Kepada Liverpool, yang akan berjumpa AC Milan pada 23 Mei 2007 di Athens untuk perlawanan akhir UEFA Champions League

Fikirkan Boleh

Jika kau fikirkan kau boleh
Kau pasti boleh melakukan
Jika kau fikirkan ragu-ragu
Usahamu tidak menentu
























Jika kau fikirkan kekalahan
Kau hampiri kegagalan
Jika kau fikirkan kemenangan
Kau hampiri kejayaan


























Engkaulah apa kau fikirkan
Terkandung dalam pemikiran
Berfikir boleh melakukan
Fikirkan boleh!






















Percaya apa kau lakukan
Tabah apa kau usahakan
Bertindak atas kemampuan
Kau boleh!




















Kau Boleh!
Fikirkan Boleh!

Saya

dah cuti!

Saya sudah habis periksa
Periksa saya sudah habis
Habis sudah periksa saya

Sudah periksa... habis saya?

That just feels so good!

I love it when Liverpool wins. This particular winning is so very sweet because it's the first Liverpool winning with me watching in my own living room, in front of my own TV, my own Astro. No more cursing the lousy streaming of TVUPlayer.

My voice is all hoarse from screaming. I fidgeted during the 90+ minutes. If I'm the kind of person who bites nails, they will all be gone by now.

But it's all worth it.

Yeah.. yeah.. I love you too, Crouchy

Hahaha Arsenal! We're taking 3rd place now!

Takda Kerja

Setiap hari saya kagum dengan lagu-lagu yang ada di dalam komputer ini. Bila-bila saya malas untuk menekan hanya lagu-lagu yang saya mahu dengar, saya biarkan saja Windows Media Player memainkan lagu-lagu secara rawak. Dan hari ini, saya terjumpa lagu ini.


Aku bukan sinambungan kasihmu
Untuk engkau memenuhi rasa
Atau untuk melindungi kecewa
Setelah gagal bercinta

Aku bukan sinambungan rindumu
Menemani kesepianmu itu
Dan sebagaimana aku tahu
Kau tulis dalam buku harianmu

Sanggup kau memperdayakanku
Sanggup kau membohongi dirimu
Kau anggap cinta satu cerpen

Dengan pena engkau bermain
Kau pandai berpura
Hingga akhirnya aku terpedaya
Menjadi mangsa

Jangan ku dijadikan bahan sinambunganmu
Hanya untuk mengisi ruang hidupmu
Sebagai watak babak cintamu
Janganlah semuanya kau jadikan cerita
hingga akhirnya

Disuatu hari nanti pasti sinambunganmu
Akan terputus jua buat selamanya


Siapa pandai boleh menyanyi bersama. Siapa lagi pandai boleh teka nama lagu dan artis.

This one is dated 19th March actually

Just came back from home. Can you believe that? On Monday. On a class day. My roommate slept at my cousin's room last night. She said : "Kak Lin mesti tengah tengok Astro." My cousin's roommate added : "Mesti ada bola malam ni." "Uh huh." My cousin. She's the greatest ever. She picked me up this morning at the commuter station. My family has been very indulging with my obsession of Football (read Liverpool).

I just recently installed astro at my house. I've been begging my mom to install it for quite some time. I guess she finally relented when I dragged her to the mamak restaurant to watch the Liverpool vs Man U match. Which we lost, by the way. Bummer..

Back to last night's match. It was my first Liverpool match watching from my own living room. I was free to shout, throw cushions, doing all the necessary stress relievers when watching a lousy match. And that's what it was. A draw. We really need the 3 points to top Arsenal for the 3rd spot. Thank God Arsenal managed to lose their match with Everton. Although as a Liverpool fan I shouldn't say this, but here it goes : Thank you, Everton.

Yesterday, my two fabulous aunts took me and brothers out. Went to Sunway Pyramid. Went bowling. It's official that Siti Khadijah's off springs all have 'pengkau' hands. Except maybe Izzul who managed to get decent scores. But as average, we're pathetic lot. Our combined scores did not even reach 200. As my achik said, "Kalau Shalin tengok ni, tak boleh terima."


I think there is just no continuation whatsoever with my blog posts. Sometimes it's like a journal entry, sometimes specific thoughts, sometimes events in my life. Sometimes in Malay. Sometimes in English. What consistent is they both are in broken languages. Broken English and Malay.

Talking about events, two big events just happened in my life. The first, and most shattering was the lost of my grandfather. I think that needs another entry later. My grief runs too deep to be completely healed. I think I'll write a long entry to discuss what I'm feeling about it and that will also serve as my own therapy. I still occasionally burst into tears remembering my grandfather. When it happened I surprise even myself.

The other event is a good one. My favourite uncle is married now. I have a Mak Usu now. Haven't got the chance to bond with her yet. But I know I will soon. Although I may have lost someone who I can talk into watching Star Wars (or any other sci-fi films that I can't persuade others to go watch with) with me, I'm so happy for him. Just looking at his face I can know how happy he is. Just a pity that Mak Usu haven't managed to transfer school to Klang/Selangor from Tangkak yet. But, I believe she'll try to ask for transfer when the next transfer window is open (using inappropriate footie term because I don't know the right one) and Pak Busu and Mak Usu can be together sharpish (Stevie G's word from his autobiography that means 'immediately').

Oh.. stop my obsession now. I have tons of projects due in a meager 3 weeks.

Super Ring

There are so many reasons why I should have updated this blog when:

I was at home - with a very reliable internet connection
In the early semester - Not that much class, more important no assignments, projects, discussions, replacement classes.. arghh!

But I didn't.

Now, I'm at college. A new college. Bye bye Teratai, Welcome sparkling Melati. A two person room. I also registered with the paid Wireless Service. BUT, the service is soooooooooooooo argghhhhh!!! It's very moody, very slow, I seldom can connect, will always be disconnected in the middle of doing work. Yesterday, I can't load any page at all, but I can log in to YM. How stupid is that? I'd rather not be able to chat. I tried all the 4 or 5 numbers listed as 'support' but 3 out of them turned out to be 'Nombor yang anda dail tiada dalam perkhidmatan' and the others don't pick up the phone at all. Great. Nowadays my mood depends on whether I'm able to connect or not. So, I'm always very moody. Dangerous...

It's already one month since this semester started. Seems tougher than last sem. There are two subjects that I think is kinda tough : Object Oriented Programming using Java and Database Engineering.

In OOP we are now learning Inheritance. Sub class can inherit methods from super class. One way is by using the keyword 'super'. Example : return super.toString() + ", hours worked = " + hour;

My problem is, every time I read or I heard the lecturer said the word 'super', the commercial song from 'Super Ring' kept playing in my mind:

"Super Ring lazat, Super Ring ria,
Super Ring marilah bergembira.."

or something like that.

I'm sick.