Sorry for the infrequent updates pepes. Either my Internet or my web browsers (yeah both Mozilla Firefox AND Internet Explorer) is wonky, they haven't been behaving very well hence I can't access blogger, I can't access Hotmail, Friendster, MSN, and the whatnot. My Severus apologies. So what have I been up to?
No good, that's what.
Let's trace my mind back abit to last weekend. I had a horrible, horrible Saturday. Why? Because Chelsea beat my beloved Man Utd 1-0 at Stamford Bridge! I couldn't possibly express how upset I was, I threw the bolster I was gripping to the floor in anger and frustration and... and I cried. Not baby-cry,but my eyes welled up and I sobbed a bit, to the amazement of my dad. He didn't say anything though, guess he knows his own son well enough, I hate losing, what more to Chelsea. Those of you who know me well would know its near-impossible to make me cry unless in extreme cases, but that's just me I guess. It's the Spirit of Competition. Football can be a very emotional experience for a guy.
I was an upset muppet for a long time after that. As soon as the game ended Kak Muni asked me out to a midnight movie, along with Hikmah, Shahmi and Abg Yazid, and as I turned up with a visibly upset demeanour, my cousins tried to console me saying its only a game of football but NO it's not just a game of football Godsakes, it's Man Utd and it's my life-long team and our claim to the Premiership title is in danger. So being the caring cousins they are, they prodded me along, went to the Arcade to play some Daytona and we caught the movie Superheroes. The movie's light moments lifted me abit somewhat, but otherwise I was still a sourpuss.
Next day my my family went to Johor to have breakfast with my bro-in-law's family and my mom warned me not to show too much on my face but I was still reeling from the defeat, I just wasn't in a very good mood. But I guess for putting on a front I did quite well in hiding my emotions.
Midweek came, and United faced off with Barcelona at Old Trafford, and guess what? We won 1-0! Courtesy of a Scholes Scorcher. Consequently, United are now in the Champions' League Final and THAT was just the perfect antidote to put a smile on my face and a spring in my step =)
Rest of the week is a happy occasion for me, for Thursday was Labour Day, Friday was an off-day plus the weekend, and its a long break for me. Unfortunately though, there was a 'cohesion' meet at East Coast on Friday which basically meant a 5km run @ 730am in the morning, but I don't see what the 'cohesion' is all about, it wasn't very cohesive at all because to me 7 days a week I see their faces everyday, we sleep in the same room and all and the last thing I want to do is to see their faces even on my off-day. Kauz. Worst part was, somehow, I was on the computer the night before up til 0515 am and I had to wake up at 6am in order to reach East Coast at 730am. So essentially, I was supposed to run 5km on 45 mins worth of sleep. Wow. So much for safety precautions.
I had a bike practical on Friday afternoon and I've flunked my Pract 4 sooo many times, and guess what, I flunked it again. Booked a lesson for Saturday, and then met KD at night. I went to meet her with the mentality of a sponge, to absorb all the issues she had to let out at Starbucks in the short space of oh I don't know, an hour? Hahaha. Nice one for rushing eh KD. Geez. And just because I wasn't looking at you doesn't mean I wasn't listening to what u were saying aight. Haha.
I woke up late on Saturday as you can well imagine, for having spent a sleepless night the day before. Woke up, did my rituals, ate, pray, then left for my bike practical. AND I'M PROUD TO SAY I'VE FINALLY PASSED MY PRACT 4 DARN IT!!! Sheesh. Me and Desiree, this one girl who's been taking lessons with me the past few sessions, we passed together finally. And she gave me a dumbstruck look when I told her I was 21 going on 22 'cos she thought all this while that I was 18-19. This coming from a girl who was a year younger than me at 20 yet was so petite that she looked 15, this was nothing short of amazing.
Cancelled my plans to go Simpang to link up with Maelstrom to watch the Man U-West Ham game 'cos I reached home near-Maghrib, so I ended up watching the game at home instead. AND WHAT A BRILLIANT GAME AH!!! WE HAMMERED 4 EMPHATIC GOALS PAST OUR BOGEY TEAM, THE HAMMERS (yeps every single pun intended) AND I WAS SO PSYCHED UP MY BODY WAS TINGLING WITH EXCITEMENT. Sheesh that was so dramatic you would have thought that a hot girl was sashaying in front of me, but no, it's football. I told you football can be an intensely emotional game for men. Anyway, I left my house for the interchange where I was to bump into...
KD. HAHA must be her again, so there I was dressed in an all-black affair with black top, black bermudas and black bagpack, and I sapa-ed this all-black girl too. I must admit, the look on her face of surprise was funny, but what was funnier was the look on Boytoy's face as he saw me and his FACE turned black as I shook his hand. Not that he needs to get any darker, according to KD. No thanks to army eh. Haha that was an awkward moment. Why was his face black uh KD? He didn't seem too happy to see me. Sheesh. And how did he know of my name before u even introduced me???
Anyway, in order not to kacau daun (HAHA) I quickly left to take a cab to The Cage, where I finally linked up with Maelstrom for a night of futsal. It's great seeing them again, it's probably been a month or two since we last hooked up and played football together. We booked the 11pm-2am timeslot, and all the adrenaline and testosterone and aggression that was rushing through my veins after Man U's victory I unleashed onto the artificial pitch, where I scored 2 goals. Spirit of Competition indeed.
The Clan wanted to join us, but since there were already like 30+ ppl at our pitch, the Clanners decided to book their own pitch. Despite, or maybe, because we played 5-a-side, I was feeling so shagged and sweaty that I ended up playing without a shirt, as did some other guys. GAH. After the game, I washed up and hitched a ride on the Mokhtarmobile ( my uncle's Toyota MPV... affectionately named by the Clanners after my uncle) to Simpang Bedok where I had a late supper of Grilled Pepper Chicken Steak at 3+ am, and a debate with 24-year old Nawaz about the wisdom of marrying his 17-year old girlfriend in maybe 2 years time.
The discussion continued all the way in the car on the way home, and we were stopping at a red-light when a car pulled up beside us and a most gorgeous creature looked over at us. We had our windows down, and the girl was looking straight at me. I stopped focusing participating in the debate entirely while the rest carried on, as I got mesmerized by her. She was dressed in from what I could see a halter top, and she was reclining against the chair and window upon seeing me. Talk about body language! I was dumstruck, awed and I just couldn't take my eyes off her. She gave me the tiniest of smiles, looked over to her right at I presume her bf who, having seen was focused on the wheel, then turned to look back over to me, and gave such a flirty and sultry look that I became to the car seat what melted cheese is to cheese fries. It was incredibly surreal. She held this gaze and smile for a few seconds longer, never breaking eye contact, before it was finally was broken by the green-light. GODDARN GREEN-LIGHT!!! It's not everyday a virtually unknown hot girl gives u such a come-hither look and smile from the car despite having a brute of a male beside her, at 4am in the morning! SHEESH. Oookay Astarghfirullahalazim Hikam mengucap, your time will come when YOU'LL get married and your wife will give you that exact same look every night HAHAHA.
So that's it then. Won't be booking out next week 'cos I'll be off to the jungle, so KD next weekend u can't book me and I don't know when I'm booking out so,wait till u hear from me kz. Neither do I know when will be my next update in this blog, so till then have fun guys~
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