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!"