Mugsmashers -1 ARSENAL-2

HAHAHAHA!!! We did it again. Beat Liverpool at their own soil!! Arshavin came back to haunt them again!!

Ooh to,
Ooh to be,
Ooh to be a,
GOONER!!

I, Hereby Declare HELL YEAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy, I'm happy,

I'm happy And I punch the man who says I'm not, I'm happy, I'm happy, Punch!!

WOOOOOOHHHOOOOOOOOO
WOOOOOO-freaking-HHHOOOOOOOO !!!!!!

Ok, so SPM a.k.a Saya Pelajar Malas a.k.a ASS-PEE-YAM (I don't know how you spell the last part, Farah) a.k.a The Jinxing Papers Which Are Capable of Penetrating Their Spells Into The Soul of Each and Every Student Like Gamma Rays Causing Them To Suffer from Severe Mental Disorder of The Highest Order is finally over. Pheww!! I did suffer from a severe mental disorder. Oh boy, I did!

BM- Mediocre but not too easy
BI- It was decent but I'm not bragging
MM- hmmmmm interesting, tricky
Bio-Mediocre
Moral- Useless
History- A bit tough
Physics- I went mental
Chemistry- Fiasco
Accountancy- Question 2 was satanic but the rest was ok
and finally,
yeah I saved the last and special spot for,
Add Math,
Add Math, Add Math, oh Additional Mathematics,
D.E.A.D.L.Y.

All in all, I'm not satisfied with what I've done. I've certainly let my own self down. I have the most gruesome fear that I'll let my family down as well. But I'll leave it to God. I know for one thing that whatever happens in my life, it happens for a reason. And He is behind all the occurrences.

I'm not sure what I'll do in the future. I'm not sure if I'll be able to meet my school, I mean, former schoolmates. I'm not sure of my potential of becoming who I want to be in the future. But I surely know that a new beginning is rolling in for the end of a great chapter in my life.


Thanks guys!!

Classmates of My Class Of 5 Inovatif Class

I've spent and still am spending a considerable long period of time with my mates. Sadly, it won't last long. The school is coming to an end and what's worse is SPM edging closer to freak the heck out of us. But I guess it won't do any harm if I take some time to say some pleasant things about my friends.

Let's start with our class monitor, Nabil. He's the top boy in our year and certainly a witty one too. This guy, this Nabil guy, well he's decent looking and having said that, I can't deny the fact that I almost lost my wise mind when Sir Raja said he's sexy. It is not my uttermost desire to eloborate Sir Raja's remarks about Nabil. Yet, he supports Arsenal as much as I do. Once a Gooner, Always a Gooner, eh Nabil?

Next up is our assisstant class monitor by the name of Farah Lina. She's the top student in Form 5 and set the bar way up high that I still can't get an inch closer to it. Supermodels have their own signature walks but our lovely Farah has her own signature laughter and I mean signature. She dazzles in with her wits all the time. She got 100% in Add Math twice or thrice and the rest is history.

Up next is Shahruzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzaman. Actually it's Shahruz(maybe another 'z'?))aman and Sharuz for short. He's one of the jokers of the class. King of Saidina. Famously known for his "Wooglie Wooglie" gestures. Very good at Carbon Compounds and fooling around too. He's the designer of our class t-shirt and I must say it came out splendidly well. Bravo, Sharuz.

My next lady classmate is Sharifah Zulaikha a.k.a Caution!I'm Fragile Due to Lack Intake of Proper Food a.k.a Anoerexia Nervosa was Named After Me a.k.a etc etc. You know, eventhough I tease her a lot, she doesn't take it seriously. Or does she? But she's good and makes me laugh everyday (not at her jokes but at her).

Next is Hafiz. Pretty quite in the class. I'm under the impression that he plays the guitar but I'm not sure. He has a deep voice which made my teacher to choose him to join a poem recital competition.

Now we move on to Najwa. She's the oldest one in my class and hates this piece of fact. Sometimes I call her "Kak Long". The younger ones should show some respect to the elder ones, am I not right? Very good at solving Mathematical problems and Accountancy. A big help for me academically.

Switching gears to Adib. He's rather quiet too but no quieter than Hafiz. At first I thought he was a hot tempered and no nonsense guy. But when I got to know him better, he's quite nice and tend to be funny at times. So yeah, he's good.

Who's next? Oh yeah, Hidayah. She has a poetic mindset in other simple Malay words, she's the "Minah Jiwang" of our class. Very obsessive with Malay novels and she could memorise a few conversations between the characters in the novels she reads. She used to adore Leonardo DiCaprio and still does. The only thing is she's very much into Asian artists now.

Umair is my another classmate. I mentioned his name in my previous posts. As you all may know by now, he's an adherent supporter of Liverpool. Sadly, Liverpool are not doing so well right now. But who could forget the thumping 6-3 scoreline at Anfield won by Arsenal during the Carling Cup match, kan Umair? But you're a good guy. No worries.

She's nice. She has a pleasant smile. She's funny sometimes. She's "katang". And she's Fazira.

Now is Ammar's turn. Sometimes he annoys the girls in my class but not me. See I'm too respected and highly looked up to. He's intelligent. But the problem is when I ask for his aid to clear my doubts on a certain topic, no matter how long his explanations are, he fails to help me. He, too, an Arsenal fan. Agi Idup, Agi Aku Sokong Arsenal!!

Next is Nadzirah. We call her "Cik Nad" lovingly. The second top scorer in our form. Some weird noises would come out from her mouth accidentally during our lessons and we get distracted by those noises. But we don't blame her. She can be brutally funny at times.

The another joker in our class is Ikhwan. Man of Many Philosophies. One of his famous quotes is "Kan best kita belajar, pastu gaji masuk dalam bank." Memang best, Ikhwan. In fact, we'll live in a heavenly paradise. The class would be quiet without his aura. Our Accountancy teacher proclaims him as "Hero Kita".

There's always the prettiest girl in every class, right? We have our own too. The "Awek Cun" of our class is Mimi Farida. Master of the Probability topic. Whenever I can't answer a Probability related question, she's my saviour.

You can't have a classmate who's not a Manchester United supporter. It's like a curse. Every class should have an MU fan. And my next classmate who supports MU is Aqid. He's popularly known for his voice which I don't want to comment about. I believe everyone has their own specialities and for Aqid is his voice. But he's nice with me except when it comes to football matters as he recently found out I'm a Gooner.

My next friend is Aisyah. The Queen of Accountancy. A great helping hand for me when I have problems with my accounts. Laughs a lot and eats a lot too. But hey, what's wrong with eating a lot? I pig out everyday. After all, food is glorious. And there's a reason why I put her name after Aqid's (oooopsie, that didn't come out from me).

The Accountancy subject is not only empowered by Aisyah, but my next classmate, Khaezuran is the Emperor of the Accountancy Territory. He tends to tickle our bones sometimes. Very intelligent. I thought he was a plain guy but he proved me wrong. Just like Adib's case. Both of them are good.

Finally, it's Izzatie. My Chemistry lab partner. Well, former Chemistry lab partner as we don't use the lab anymore. Soft spoken girl although I can barely hear what she's saying sometimes. Very good girl. She's quite good at cooking too. Hmmmm who's the lucky guy, eh?

So these are my classmates. Glad to be in the same mould with them. We've gone through some ups and downs together and our bond has become more solid than ever. Together we work, together we go in the same path and together we obtain straight A+. United We Stand, Divided We Fall!!

p/s:should you find this post interesting, you may very well leave your comments and thoughts but if you find it offensive, please lodge a report to the wall. My many thanks.

Goal

Fabregas' second goal against Tottenham last Saturday, sent me a hint of his ability to score a goal within the space of 11 seconds and so I thought why can't I have 10 A+ in my grip within the space of no more than 2 weeks? Funny how we learn, in different ways, to move forward in our lives and most importantly to not quit in no matter what sort of circumstances we're in. It's not only my dream, but my family's as well. One of the reasons for an individual brought into this world is to see the satisfactories and pride dazzling in his/her parents' eyes.

And I want to see that in my folks' eyes. I promise I will.

Heena

Did it on my own

The Professor, There's Only One Arsene Wenger

When you came to Arsenal,
Everyone was mumbling 'Arsene Who?',
You brought along Henry,
Who turned out to be the King of Highbury,
You brought in the likes of Bergkamp and Vieira,
Who became legends for the club before and after their depatures,
You changed the system,
The flow,
Everyone wasn't chanting 'Boring , boring Arsenal' anymore,
Instead you proved the critics wrong,
Even better, you made them looked like fools,
Over the years you brought victories and pride to the club,
To Arsenal FC,
And you still continue your quest of bringing miracles to the club,
We're more than happy to have a leader like you,
As you keep on assuring us the potential in the team,
We know the current Arsenal team are the 'it' team,
Because in Arsene We Trust....

Slow Flow

Pheww!! Boy! Did I have a hell of a whirlwind week or what? The piles of homework which the teachers have given us will be the nightmare for our weekends. Our last minute preparations for SPM definitely need more advancements. But still, Arsenal's triumph over Liverpool on the wee hours of Thursday morning was more than enough to ink the dot for the week.

And it's Arsenal,
Arsenal FC,
We're by far the greatest team,
The World has ever seen.

To Umair,
My friend, you'll never walk alone...............for defeat will always be by your side.

Now, onto more vital matters, I reckon I'll not be able to update this site anytime soon due to SPM. It sort of creeps slowly and closely to you, SPM. Even the sound of the abbreviated term is powerful enough to traumatize me. Come November 18th, I'll fall into The Death's hands.

I did mention about the possible aftermath of SPM at this site months ago before deleting my account. It's creepy and mysterious, I daresay. You don't know the type of society you'll live with, nor the job you'll be doing as your lifetime career. I for one, don't know what the future beholds for me. I mentioned about a particular classmate of mine who could maybe, and am strongly emphasizing the word 'maybe' here, become a supermodel. And I don't wish to commit the same mistake again by mentioning her name. Or else, she'll have a 5 seconds of oh-i'm-so-gonna-be-the-next-gisele-bundchen moment. I'm not directing this to anyone but you know who you are.

Anyho, several of my friends have different perceptions on SPM. Take my friend Ikhwan for instance. To him SPM simply stands for Saya Pelajar Malas while it's Ass-Pee-Am to Farah. To me, it's Strain Papers of Mayhem

I guess it's better if I don't worry too much. Gotta take it slow and with peace.

Deeps!!

Celebrated Deepavali yesterday. It wasn't a grand celebration but we were just lazing around and watched the TV. Me and my brothers were watching Family Guy. Everything has changed ever since my paternal grandpa passed away. When I was born, I only had my paternal grandpa. I remember we used to pack things up a couple of days earlier before Deepavali and shot off to Perak. All of my relatives from my father's side would come and give a helping hand (in this case a few helping hands) to complete some of the final preparations at my grandpa's place. Some would bring delicacies.

The atmosphere during the ongoing preparations was simply lovely. The women would be busy in the kitchen, the men sat in the hall and chit-chatted, the teenaged boys would be doing some heavier stuff like cutting off some bamboo shoots (for I don't know what reasons) and the kids were just playing around and have fun. On the day itself,Deepavali, we all prayed in the prayers room, led by my grandpa, and sought for my grandpa's blessings. Then, the exquisite feast would begin.

Well, those were the days and we never went anywhere to celebrate Deepavali since then. But just to have all of my family members around, is more than enough. We were vegetarians though. For two days. That's because this year's Deepavali fell on the final Saturday in one of the holy months in the Hindu calendar. The last time this happened was in 1944. Some say this happens every 300 years. But I don't know which is which.

Personally, I don't know what to write and don't get me started on my ever-getting-crappier English. So I reckon I better pen off now before it gets worse. Chiow!

My Hero

When I was 5, my father ironed my kindergarten uniforms and showered me before sending me to the kindergarten. I remember he would hold my hand and walk me to my classroom and bid me farewell, telling me to learn and explore things at the same time have fun with my friends. After my lessons, he always made sure of buying an Apollo bun for me and kept it in the dashboard. If it wasn't there, I vented my anger by slamming the dashboard so hard. Knowing that there's no other way to persuade his daughter, my father used the plan B which was to get me my favourite ice cream. But still, I pulled off my sulky face. However, when he tore the ice cream wrapper for me, a smile etched upon my face.

When I was 7, I remember my father was terribly late to fetch me from the school which was 7.5 km from my place. I panicked and started to cry. I took my school bag, flung it over my shoulders and began to walk home. I took the route which my father used to pick me up from my school. Every step I took forward I was hoping I could catch a glimpse of my dad's car but to no avail. I screamed my heart out " PA!! PA!!! " Then I saw a blue mirage bobbing towards me. I looked closely on the road and saw my dad's car. Blimey, it soothed my heart like the broken heart of a mother was mended when reunited with her long lost child. I got into the car and my father didn't utter a word. The next day, he consulted with the authorities of one of the nearby schools in my housing area so that i could transfer to that school on the following year.

When I was 12, my brother and an acquaintance of my mother's came to my school to fetch me. I didn't understand what was going around. " Where's Dad? " The question was pondering in my head. " I'm gonna tell you something but don't freak out. Dad is in the hospital," my brother said in a worried voice. Weeks went by and my father was still in the hospital. On a particular occasion, the nurse who was attending my father told him that it was time for his lunch but he refused. She was dumbfounded and out of words. My father deciphered the perplexed look on her face and kindly told her " I want to see my daughter's face first. Then I'll eat " The nurse left the ward without saying a word.

Pa, do you still remember how it felt when my small hand was clutched into yours when you led me to my classroom? I do. I know your heart was smashed by an invicible sledge hammer when you saw your 7 year old daughter walked towards your car with swollen eyes, mucus running from her nose and a stream of tears from each eye on her face. And I know you won't forget that forever because you put the finger of blame on yourself. But it wasn't your fault, Pa. I didn't cry when Jeevan told me you were in the ward because I knew you were, and still are, a determined man with a strong will to continue the journey of your life with your family. I knew you wanted to see your children achieve great heights in their lives. I knew you wanted to be in Mom's arms through thick and thin. I knew you would do it for your daughter. " You are more important than I am to me " You constantly tell me that. Pa, you are the same to me too. If I were to born again in the next birth, I want you, your wife and sons to be my family, the foundation of my life. You are my hero, Pa. My father. I love you endlessly. You are more important than I am to me.

Happy Birthday, Pa!

Family Guy

Wanna laugh your blues off,
This is the show,
Wanna drain out your mental torture,
This is the show,
Wanna fly away from stress,
This is the show,
Wanna feel your bones get ticklish,
This is the show,
What show?
FAMILY GUY

Me, me, me, me, not you but me, me, me and me.

Destiny knocked on the door and informed my parents that they were about to add another bundle of joy into their brood. The brilliant part of this piece of news is that the child would be a girl. A generous, hard working, down to earth, sophisticated and extraordinary girl. And if you put all these elements in the vessels, blood capillaries and nerves of a homosapien, you'll get Shamin Nanthini (heh).

My parents are the concretes of my life. Without them, I'm nobody. My brothers are my guides to my bright future. Without them, I'm soulless. My teachers are my feisty coaches who constantly push me to bring out the best of me in my life. My friends, both male and female, complete the circle of my life. A.R.S.E.N.A.L is my blood group. Been a Gooner (term used to refer a supporter of Arsenal) since I was 9. No no no, I don't support Arsenal because of some of the good looking players but their undeniably free-style of play. They play the game like how it should be. Not like Chelsea (yes, that goes to you Joanne) nor Liverpool (sorry Umair but it's true)

So, I'm here to share part of my life with you all. Welcome to "Whoa!"