I'm done blogging about my life. Ain't interesting enough. My new blog premieres today. A blog cum commentary with a purpose so i'll have no excuse not to blog.
No flames please. Sponsors welcomed so that i can move it to its own domain.
a comeback.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Federico Macheda. Whoever you are, thanks a bunch.
Told you, didn't i? You gotta have faith. You gotta believe in them enough for them to start believing in themselves. You gotta keep that pride and dignity no matter how much they already stumbled and fall. You gotta still chant the cheers in your head so that they'll have enough support to keep moving. And you gotta still hug that Ronaldo/Giggs pillow...if you have one.
A double by my beloved Ronny (could have made it a hat-trick, if only he changed his boots one more time) and the last winning goal by a brilliant 17 year-old (or 18, can't remember) youngster, obviously trained well-enough by Solksjaer! GLORY GLORY MAN UTD...all over again. We're still in the race, so be very afraid.
Remember the name. Remember the face. Remember the attitude. FEDERICO MACHEDA. My next favourite italian Mat Rep.
=)
the crooner swooner.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
I'm already imagining myself with a gun. So if i don't get pass the selection asessment and interview, i'm gonna be crying my eyes out.
Am i really THAT desperate and pathetic that i have to resort to being a police officer? I've been sending over a thousand resumes to no avail and only SPF is kind enough to give me a reply. A good omen, you suppose? I pretty much hope so. I can look forward to the training and working out at the gym, and finally losing all the weight in the world. Thank Allah for the blessings in disguise. A week ago, i was certain i did not want this. But right now, this very second, this very moment - i REALLY REALLY WANT THIS. It's gonna be an awesome positive change in my life and i can't bloody wait.
To quote a casting person, *coughnasihacoughcoughnasiha*, "If you come out looking hot, I'm joining too!" Heheh. Sure, love.
It's all for my future and for his future. I'm doing this for him, as well as myself. There's gonna be a little sacrifice as we won't be able to meet each other so much...but it will all be worth it in the end. We'll be stable enough for me to finish my Class 3 license and him to finish his Class 2 (although it's a bit bias on my end as my uncle, who works as a bike instructor, helped him pass most of his practicals. hmph), for us to get a house, and finally start the wedding arrangements. And for us to once and for all clear all loans, debts and bills we've accumulated so far.
We'll make it through, insyAllah.
And so will Anoop. =)
Megan I-can't-hit-a-high-note Joy is finally out of the competition, leaving Lil Rounds and Allison as the two remaining ladies left. Don't get me wrong. I love Megan. She's cute, pretty, in fact, absolutely gorgeous, i would say. But the girl CAN'T sing to save her life. Sure, she's got that classy/jazzy unique vocals, but it ain't enough to get you through an Idol competition.
Wrong song choices is to be expected. But you need to be able to sing, croon, swoon the crowd plus the judges to make it through. Anoop have had two bad weeks in a row, but you can't erase the fact that the dude can really sing. He's got a voice of an artist. Like Taufik, he is completely an RnB star. And if by being half indian, Taufik can make it to the top...so cna you, Noop. I'm only rooting for those that can sing - Anoop, Kris and Matt got my votes. They are like my Justin Timberlake, Mario Vasquez and Boyz II Men put together.
The world needs to realise that Megan should quit singing and get into acting because she got superb looks. That's all i'm saying.
Noop Dogg gotta win this. He'll need to shove his Clef Hangers records into the judges faces for them to realise the real stuff he is made up of. He can obviously sing, and it's a singing competition. But if he goes home next week, i still have Mr. Allen around...so i'm smiling. Anoop for President, and Kris for err...vice-president!
Although Noop's here to leep me company, i miss my dearest sayang who has gone missing with my older brother. I swear i'll never let him go out with my brother again. You could locked them up in a room, and put a time-bomb - but they'll still be talking about their bikes all night long. Well atleast abang approves of my fiancee...that means a hell lot for me.
And i have to be getting ready for the day out with his family. It's his youngest brother birthday and i finally get to meet his third brother, Danial, who just booked out of camp. I miss that idiot.
Oh. I've just been officially declared a Nooper Trooper #626. First representative from Singapore. =) I'm demanding to meet Seacrest.
wish i may, wish i might.
Friday, March 27, 2009
I wish i was more than just ordinary.
I wish i had the talent to wow a crowd. Able to azzle audiences with my perfect singing voice. Able to play the piano so well, people would gape. Able to compose a song so meaningful, i'd get a standing ovation. I wish i owned the stage, the microphone, the music. I wish i was just talented enough.
Sometimes i too wish i had enough money to build my own design company. To sketch dresses and seen them worn on others. To take a photograph that tells a million stories. To broadcast a model of class and elegance to the world. To let the camera be my best friend, my soul-mate, my confidante. I wish i had such an opportunity.
But i also wish for a chance to test my little grooves. Just to show a little dance that can light up a dampened mood. Just to soar and inspire, and let others aspire. Just to be a little more flexible than others could be. Just to bow, glide and dance all night long. I wish i was just graceful enough.
Hey, you can't stop a girl from dreaming.
But atleast i realise that being normal ain't easy...so i've still got a long way to be more than just normal. I have to perfect my normal life first. Something which is never easy.
I need a big break. I'm begging for one. There's no sarcasm gymnasts on this post because i can't find any humor in my position anymore. I NEED A JOB. I'm waiting for an internship that i'ill hopefully get, but it only begins in July. So at the moment, i still need some income coming in. Furthermore, i'm not even confirmed of that internship...so i MIGHT still be needing a permanent career after july. Anybody?
KIND SOULS, PLEASE ALLOW YOURSELF TO CALL ME IF YOU HAVE A PART-TIME JOB RECOMMENDATION.
I am desperate and begging for help.
And i'm kind of serious, too.
getcha head in the game.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Never back down.
Those are the three words in my mind as i lay down on the couch watching Fulham thrash my lovely Devils to a humiliating finish. Although i must admit that while thinking of this blog title, i thought of Zac Efron / HSM / 'Getcha Head In The Game', and i couldn't bloody concentrate on the match because i was too busy singing the song in my head. I swear i even thought i saw Ronaldo bouncing a basketball. Before Scholes send-off slapped me back into reality, of course. The basketball literally disappeared and Efron vanished into thin air.
I didn't catch the first few minutes of the game because i fell asleep in the middle of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. It's getting too old and too boring for me...and if you translate that properly, it simply meant i can't wait to feast my eyes on the Half Blood Prince, while hoping all the same that it isn't disappointing. I even managed to dream about it a little before Draco escaped my dreams with his Firebolt because I heard my dear younger brother groaning in frustration.
And boy, it sure was a frustrating thing to watch Man Utd struggle.
I looked at them, all 11 of them on the field, and i couldn't help noticing that those people in red aren't the Man Utd squad i know so well. They don't seemed to be much on form for me. Somehow, there's just something about the boys which made me decide that they aren't gonna win this. Something tells me this isn't their week. I think the Devils are going through a phase we call, 'You-can't-have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too moments.' Lady luck has turned her back on them and Sir Alex has probably chew on the wrong side of the gum for this few weeks.
But alas, the second half made me smile although there were still no goals from my boys. The way they picked up their game - how Rooney shine some light, how Ronaldo stand his ground (yeah he's a jerk at times, but atleast he's cuter than all of you put together), how Park tried so so hard and how all of them showed whatever little spirit that is left in them. Now THAT is enough for me to convince myself that the Devils i adore are still on the road despite the back to back defeats.
Yes, sometimes i know i amaze people when i still smile even after the final whistle marked the losing of my team. I smile to watch them all so dejected and drowning in anguish because i know what don't kill them only will make them stronger. So i still smile watching Ronaldo and the boys walked out of the pitch with their heads down. I still smile because i just love watching them - win, lose or draw. I'm crying in agony inside because of the lost, but i still smile on the outside because i know that this sure hurt them more than it did us, their fans, so they'll know they need to pull up their socks and work their ass off for the next game. YEAH. I'm weird like that, but whatever.
I wouldn't give a flying fuck about the scoreboard. Hell, who am i kidding. Of course i care about the scoreboard. But to me, it does not matter as much as watching the boys give their all and play to the end of the final whistle without giving up. That, to me, is what defines a champion. And no matter who Man Utd lose to next, they're still the greatest team in my eyes.
It's alright boys. Pick up your fight in a week or two. We, loyal Man Utd fans, will be ever-waiting to see you slay some teams again and do what you're best at - WINNING. Like how they always say, you'll never know how sweet and real victory can really be unless you've tasted defeat. (Ahem. Speaking from experience, as you might have guessed.) So if by any flying miracle my lovely Devils were to read this, i wish to tell them that the unwavering support from their fans ought to keep them going for atleast a few more weeks despite the thrashing and beating.
So getcha head in the game, fellas. Getcha head in the game. We are no sore losers. I love you guys all the same.
We all do.
my lil devils.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The nightmares won't stop. Especially when my dearest fiancee kept taunting me about it. But yesterday, after that dreadful dreadful day, it finally stopped.
So a word of advice from me to all United fans across Singapore. Read David Lee's article in the New Paper dated 16th of March paged 46, with the title "Better team? I beg to differ, Sir." Trust me, you'll sleep way way better after reading his column. You'll smile, nod your head and realise that Man Utd is still the best team in the world. Football is an unexpected game with full of surprises. But the never wavering loyalty you have towards your team is what really matters in the end.
Thanks Mr David dude for that awesome article. Though i do not know who you are, you make me feel so much better inside. Now i finally know how to look at the horrible 4-1 in a completely new light shining positively for my lovely red devils.
1 game to go, and already 4 points in the lead.
Yeah baybeh. Now we're talking.
It's a one in a lifetime experience, Liverpool. Drown yourself in the happiness now because it will soon be over. In words of a casting person, "Yeah, of course you'll never walk alone. Misery and losers always loves company."
Kwang kwang kwang.
still hit by an anoop-plaque.
Friday, March 6, 2009
From his voice to his croons to the way he belt out every song. Every bit of him. Every little nudge. Every smooth move with the mic, the mic stand and the fingers brushing back the hair. Every wink of an eye. Every high note that he hit. Every shovel of feet. Every smile...
...it's a bit of Taufik Batisah in all that he do. Which i think made myself relate so much to him.
Thank you Simon for deciding to have a Top 13. I almost cried when i thought they've choosen the other dude for the final 12 spot. But when Simon (blessed his Brit heart) announced that they are having a top 13 this year, my heart dropped. I swear i would have hugged Simon if i was there.
NOOP DOGG is back in the house!
Definitely my next R'n'B favourite after BoyzIIMen and Taufik. Definitely one to look out for. Definitely a dork of all trades. One worth watching. Anoop Desai is the next big thing.
Watch this. Watch how great Anoop is. Watch how the crowd swoon. Watch the stage presence Cara supposedly said he "lacked". WTF. The guy is brilliant. The crowd loved him. He's a heart melter. Specifically, watch 1:27 and 1:48. Girls, you will DIE.
Watch another one. On stage, officially, Anoop still wins the crowd. Again, 1:23 and 1:45. *happy sigh*
