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Can't really recall when was the last time I kicked some ball. I think it was months ago, if my memory serves me well. So when my colleagues started to play street soccer at our office's compound, I guess I could try to kick a ball or two. Have to thank the World Cup tho for changing the current sports of these guys back to football. It's all seasonal as I can see it. From badminton to pingpong and thank God it's back to football, the only game that I am fond with and can play wholeheartedly.

TSP : Tan Sri Presiden

so semalam aku rasakan macam ada perubahan pada diri aku. bukan perubahan dari segi suara menjadi lebih jantan mahupun gatal-gatal nak tumbuh bulu di sesetengah tempat, tapi perubahan dari segi sikap, sifat dan habitat aku.

takde timing yang lagi perfect ke.
kulit aku gelupas lepas sunburn kat KK last weekend.

cherish your old man.
you'll never know when u might lose him.
take everyday as the father's day and show and tell him how much u love him.




because u'll never know it might be your last chance to say it
:)

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof

After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you

Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here oh yeah

You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me

So tell me, what makes a jerk, a jerk?

Sure, it's subjective but I believe there's a fine line in everything, right?
How do you differentiate someone who's being extra caring and busybody?
How do you differentiate someone who's being hardworking and a show-off?
How do you differentiate someone who's fun and loud, and annoying?

But yeah, I've come across with loads of jerks in my life.
Jerks who brag about themselves.
Jerks who being over-protective towards their gfs (those psycho bfs, ah u know)
Jerks who ass-kissed all the bosses.
Jerks who think they know it all.
Jerks that are self-centered b*stards.
Jerks who are jerks by nature.

Come to think about it, the question remains. What makes a jerk, a jerk? Because I believe all the jerks I've mentioned above, have good traits too. I believe they have friends around them, loving girlfriends, caring parents and all. How can they have all that if they are jerks, right?

So i conclude that, I believe every guy can be a jerk, once awhile. I admit that i can be super-annoying, attention-seeking, hard-to-please, psycho jerk, once in awhile. So if i do, im sorry yah? :)

Love,
the occasional jerk.

of late, ive been falling in, and out of love, for too many occasions already.

i might have misintepreted the signals
i might have misjudged the body language.
i might have given myself false hopes.

and through these uncertainties, all i can do is pray.



for some real signs.

yeah. just few days ago i posted about the good news that came pouring in. now suddenly it's time for bad news to take over.

one. scolari has been sacked this morning. tho it was kinda inevitable but i didnt expect it would be now. but it's hoped that it would somehow rejuvenate the camp and obviously there's a need for everyone to stay together thru this trying moments. EPL is virtually out of sight now, i surely hope we can at least go thru the next rounds in Champs League and FA Cup. Amen.

two. rihanna's concert has been cancelled. or postponed. or whatever. and so u've heard. it's pretty dissapointing to learn this, as ive already booked the flight tickets and such, and now have to make new plans to fill up my friday night. haha.

three. ok there's no number three. hope that those abovementioned are the only bad news i will be receiving for the time being. :)

"cause i've lost the loved ones in my life
who never knew how much i loved them
and i live with the regret
for my feelings for them, never were revealed"


its a good song with deep lyrics by one of my favorite singers of all time, Garth Brooks. and recently, (perhaps by coincidence), lots of people around me lost their loved ones. Laila just lost her mum, Dahari (one of my dealers) lost his 4-year-old son over a high fever last 2 weeks, and lots more that i dont have the heart to write it all down here.

to those who know me that well, they would know that i, myself have experienced the losses of my loved ones. My dad passed away when i was 7, and my bestfriend, Asiyah Hananah, passed away in an accident back then in 1997. and upon hearing all these sad news happening to the people around me, i cant help but to ponder and pause, what if its my turn to go? *touch wood. wud people around me know that i love them? wud the people that i used to love know what i treasure every moments i spent with them? wud the people that ive hurt know what i really didnt mean to do so? wud they even forgive me? true, there are so many uncertainties in life, but friendship, while it lasts, is certain. friends, while they still are, are certains. even life itself, while it's still there, is certain as well. so i guess what im trying to say is, i'll try my best to tell the people around me that their existence in my life are highly appreciated and treasured by me. and since its the Friendship Day today, i wud like to wish all the few people reading this, a happy friendship day. with a little message of...

"so tell that someone that you love,
just what you're thinking of,
if tomorrow never comes"

saturday night.

music pumping
beats thumping
vodka sipping
lingeries slipping

not me

at home missing love
missing life
missing myself

when i was happy