Friday, December 28, 2007

random tag

Triviality at its best, Nadia and I'm obliged to reply to the 8 random things about me.

1. I like Keroncong music.
Owe it to my Johorian background.
This is so embarrassing.
So here it goes, the first things that pops to my head:

1. I can't paint without it causing me severe migraine attack.

2. I sleep in bathtubs during cold season at 3 a.m (in hot water laaa!)

3. I don't keep up with friends unless its incidental. (Sorry guys!). But I'll try harder, promise!

4. I want a simple life (and adventures in the right places) read: mountain climbing, backpacking.I hate surprises.

5. I'm still wearing my old Roxy handbag and not upgrading my current ride. So not keeping up with the Joneses. Eh I wrote that already.

6. I skim my read. Bad habit.

7. I don't like crowds. I won't go out with more than a few. I prefer quiet meetings unless it is for adventure.

8. I wear jeans to sleep and never wore a pajama. I'm convinced that I was born into this world wearing overalls (my childhood uniform).

I tag Aja, Yah, Atie.

hahaha.... what a day. I went down to get a drink, when I came up back, the door to my office was locked. It seemed everybody has left for the weekend. Just so happened that I left my own set of keys and handphone AT HOME as well. And me the scatterbrain never did memorise any of our staff's number (not that they're more than 4 pun), so I tried calling Zetty, hoping that she can call any of the staff to make a u-turn and save me.
But she didn't pick up the phone.
Neither did mak.

It was already dark, after trying to call so many times, I got frustrated and bought myself two magazines (things that I won't do in normal circumstance) just to calm me down.

I didn't know what to do. (lucky I'm working near the State, its fashionable to sit on one of the benches and looking cool as the evening dims out.
Deep inside I was cursing. Bodoh sial.
So I waited and every 5 minutes I'll try calling again at the pay phone looking like a deserted mistress trying to call her man. Shit.),

After ONE hour waiting, trying to look cool sitting at one of 'em benches like minding my own business, (God knows how I FEEL INSIDE) the dispatch guy came back to get something.


You should've seen the boy's expression.
I was so jubilated it scared the poor guy.


Bhutto assasinated.

News alert news alert.
(for those who don't have satellite tv at home. Including moi)

Thursday December 27, 2007 2:16 PM
Associated Press Writers
RAWALPINDI, Pakistan (AP) - Pakistan opposition leader Benazir Bhutto was assassinated Thursday in a suicide attack that also killed at least 20 others at the end of a campaign rally, aides said.
``The surgeons confirmed that she has been martyred,'' Bhutto's lawyer Babar Awan said.

A party security adviser said Bhutto was shot in neck and chest as she got into her vehicle to leave the rally in Rawalpindi near the capital Islamabad. A gunman then blew himself up.

``At 6:16 p.m. she expired,'' said Wasif Ali Khan, a member of Bhutto's party who was at Rawalpindi General Hospital where she was taken after the attack.

Her supporters at the hospital began chanting ``Dog, Musharraf, dog,'' referring to Pakistan's president Pervez Musharraf.

Some smashed the glass door at the main entrance of the emergency unit, others burst into tears. One man with a flag of Bhutto's Pakistan People's Party tied around his head was beating his chest.
In Washington, the State Department said it was seeking confirmation of Bhutto's condition.

``Certainly, we condemn the attack on this rally,'' deputy spokesman Tom Casey said.
'`It demonstrates that there are still those in Pakistan who want to subvert reconciliation and efforts to advance democracy.''

The United States has for months been encouraging Musharraf to reach an accommodation with the opposition, particularly Bhutto, who was seen as having a wide base of support in Pakistan.

Her party had been widely expected to do well in parliamentary elections set for next month.

At least 20 others were killed in the blast that took place as Bhutto left the rally where she addressed thousands of supporters in her campaign for Jan. 8 parliamentary elections.

Bhutto served twice as Pakistan's prime minister between 1988 and 1996. She had returned to Pakistan from an eight-year exile Oct. 18.
On the same day, her homecoming parade in Karachi was also targeted by a suicide attacker, killing more than 140 people. On that occasion she narrowly escaped injury.

I always remembered Bhutto the same way I remembered Maggie Thatcher.
Women Leaders are always different and dignified in such a way they are a threat to men.
So is Condi, (but she is not againt the ones in power, but still).
We Malaysians have different way in meaning "bhuto" but lets us pray for peace, a while in remembrance that one leader assasinated will only give birth to another thousand more fighters.


...dearest monet.

told you she's the smart one.
Congrats nenet.
For your 9 A's.

We're proud of you (always had)
My nenet, my biggu, monet and little monkey.
Habibati, you're my rahmah.


Wednesday, December 26, 2007

indebted to you

Yesterday I woke up with Puspa ringing on my ears, a rude awakening to my late meeting this morning that I proposed to meet her at the A&W drive-in after three rounds of running around the Taman Jaya lake with my baby sister.

But I dread waking up. As if all the dreams I had when I sleep are all good.

And no, I didn't dread waking up knowing that I planned to run.
I always liked running.
I love running.

Yesterday did a six, with my two sisters.
But Yah couldn't run, its something she had to compromise for letting the surgeon 'do' her eyes.

Believe me,when I run, I really run,.
Well this I say not even in the same breath to brag, but actually I felt sorry for myself because I just that I hoped I don't abuse the Adidas-run that my him bought for me the same pairs as his).
(That guy takes so long to pick a shoe. Hahaha)

And my pace is picking up since my better half the avid sportman a.k.a running partner is suddenly in India.

It seems I run faster without his sweet smile distracting my run.
And this month I lost another 3kg.

"Bangun, bangun"

That rascal of a lass should've realised that not everyone reads their text messages to wake up.
I sleepily droveto the A&W suddenly realizing why I dread waking up. But it didn't matter anymore. I was already half way through the Federal.

Meeting Puspa had always been a pleasure for me.
No matter if the drive back home from Port Dickson got us suddenly in Bandar Hilir Melaka, getting lost and shouting obscenities at the helpful locals that are all helpful to get us even more lost, it has always been 'different' cuppa friends if that friend of yours belong to Legalaiders Inc.

It makes life more bearable, having these little missions that you thought you're giving something back to the society. You owe nothing but to them, dude.
Ragu-ragu the lawyer said that you don't join legal aid to become angels. Its a duty, thats duly assigned to all of us humankind towards another. You don't choose to become one to feel good.

Puspa came wearing a very cute T-shirt depicting Bush and Mao Tze Tung in cheong sams shaking hands. Bush says "when will you be having your election?", to which the bubble of the latter replied "every morning". No one, could ever wear that t-shirt without sounding serious except her. And we got down to business with sleepy Zetty listened (yes I had to drag her. I'm banned from running alone).

The recent project was about the unlawful detention of Abdul Malek Hussin, I'm sure you've heard of him being awarded 2 millions by KL High Court.
Blame Fadiah for nominating me to cartoon). (Thanks to the sand sculpture I made on the beach during our stay in PD. It looked like Cecil Rajendra (maybe it was because I was delighted that Cecil sent me his poetry book via air mail. The man is an international human right lawyer and a renown I poet). Its a terrible tribute, the sand man. If not for the Gucci sunglasses it would've looked a bit odd with his discoloured eyes and too large a nostril. But nonetheless Fad was convinced I could draw a decent stick man for the project.

After three hours of breakfast and a cancelled run, my sister and I decided to go to our favourite bookstore and not that I regret that my pocket (literally speaking, you) is dry, having bought myself four books, but I regret that Jim Harrison's novel made itself found for me to weep inconsolably. I read his short novel 'Revenge', before reading The Legends (stupid movie made Susannah dated all three of them sibslings) and what I can tell you, this man is a gift to the literature world. This is how I spend my Xmas holidays.

By getting more nonsensically digressed.
In my failed attempt to become more poetical.
I'm an overkill.

Jim Harrison, oh my namesake, and all those people with the name of Harrisons (even so referring to the one in a Liverpool band that created rock n' roll) grace me with some of your talent. Hahaha.

And today aja woke me up "Ek kau kat court?"
when it was 10.30 and I'm not on leave.

I now remember why I dreaded waking up.
I just don't want the day to end when it starts.


Sunday, December 23, 2007

this 23 december again..

[photo deleted]

Rela ku menunggu mu seribu tahun lama lagi
Tapi benar kah hidup aku kan selama ini
Biar berputar utara selatan
Ku tak putus harapan
Sedia setia

Rela ku mengejar mu seribu batu jauh lagi
Tapi benar kah kaki ku kan tahan sepanjang jalan ini
Biar membisu burung bersiulan
Tenang lah gelombang lautan
Ku masih setia

Ada kah engkau yakin ini cinta
Ada kah engkau pasti ini tuk selama lama nya

Rela ku menunggu mu seribu tahun lama lagi
Tapi benar kah hidup ku kan selama ini..yeahh
Biar berputar utara selatan
Ku tak putus harapan
Sedia setia

Jangan putus harapan
Sedia setia..

jiwang mode.
Happy anniv, syg...
You're so good to me, I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you..
Thank you.


Friday, December 21, 2007

of greens and leaves

If I have to give up my current profession, (not that I want to. It's one of the few that guarantees liberty of sort), say in a situation that suddenly money-based occupation is made obsolete by the new government that believes nothing but communism. Just play along, picture the scenario:

While everyone panic and starts being suicidal (and those who lives to shop would just die of anti-depressant overdose. (Tsk tsk) and began to question if the Twin Tower is the reason for power drainage, the high class society will just let open their gates unbarred waiting for the new regime to take their property now deemed as the state property please do not remove. Yes they will do it in dignity, or else they would've fled the country with the ousted government ministers.

But there are people one with peace and serenity, they embrace whatever coming, while the smart ones will start plotting how to overthrow the new current government that is now oh so popular with the introduction of free medical services.

And suddenly everyone else is back at their basics.
Everyone else is a farmer, a labourer, a bread maker, an ice-cream peddler.
Say in this scenario, everyone including the mastermind of the coup, will have to wait for their ration of provisions, everyone now with the small cups, waiting for their keep of the day, in line. No money, nothing to buy, but a small coupon with your social identity number for something to eat.

In that sense of scenario, I will happily become a gardener.

Not everyone knows that I love gardening.
At the old house in damansara, I tended the roses and the sweet scent flooded our house, and the secret garden that can only be accessible via the arched staircase was in bloom.

I love being in the sun, one with the nature, tendering greens while it gives me time to read, not disturbed by any other social-complexities (read: gossip, slander. I don't do it, not even in my blog. We're too noble for that, right?), and I'm my own philosopher.

Socrates, Plato, Ibn Rusyd were herbalists and even Rumi were part-time gardener.
I'd like to think the Bard was one, too, but I can't be sure if he was inclined to be one in moody clouds of England.

But unless and until that happens, I will always be a lawyer.
The closest I can get being philosophical.
By working in the mechanisms of philosophies i.e law.

Or unless, suddenly I'm married with 6 kids.
Haw haw.


Wednesday, December 19, 2007

sub judice

Somebody ought to tell Paklah the dangers of sub judice (unless he already knows or God forbid already got to0 comfortable into the practice of knowing).

I get the shock reading the dailies, and began to wonder if no one in the cabinet have a clue of what they're doing.

And began to wander if anyone took notice of this piece of news that ought to shake the nation and crumble the people up there.

But then again, I look beyond my window and see happy ladies shopping stupidly and men smoke their ciggies, oblivious to the happenings in our beloved country.

We're like the Americans, Bush is the Evil but their people is still fighting to become the next Idol while the whole world spate off with distate ahh american idiots.

KUALA LUMPUR, 18 Dis - Tindakan PM, Dato' Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi yang mengarahkan Peguam Negara menggugurkan pertuduhan cubaan membunuh ke atas 31 demonstran Hindraf membuktikan campurtangan politik yang ketara dalam sistem perundangan negara. Abdullah, dalam satu kenyataan yang disiarkan sebuah stesen tv tempatan dipetik sebagai berkata:

"Dato' Seri Samy Vellu telah menyampaikan kepada saya permohonan ibu bapa pemuda seramai 31 orang agar anak mereka tidak ditahan serta dibebaskan dari tuduhan cubaan membunuh seorang anggota polis semasa demonstrasi Hindraf di Batu Caves tempoh hari.

"Mereka juga sudah insaf serta berjanji tidak mahu lagi ikut serta mana-mana perhimpunan Hindraf di masa akan datang kerana selama ini mereka telah terpedaya. Dan saya meminta Peguam Negara supaya mengkaji semula tuduhan keatas mereka."

Well, if his kindness and mercy is imposed the same to the Batu Burok's accused persons, what do you call it? Since when can somebody decide?

People, this is Malaysia. The land of Boleh-land.

sub ju·di·ce (sb jd-s, sb yd-k)
Under judicial deliberation; before a judge or court of law.

[Latin sub idice : sub, beneath, before + idice, ablative of idex, judge.]

Bloody hell.


Friday, December 14, 2007

of jerseys and names

I was hooting with laughter as my clients looked wary at me, but I can't help myself.
Just gonna do this for 5 minutes, so excuse all the misspellings and grammars.
And I feel so lucky that there's wireless in KLIA so I can post to you this:

This is the most unfortunate surname to be put on a(ny) jersey . My God!

And this is what I got from a Man Utd hater, Nadia MY : Man U(seless)
Aja had this to reply : Arsengal.

Err, like always, I'm with Liverpool, the club with a judicial notice that the jerseys are hideous, the players horrendously underrated, but we escape with any calling-game (just yet, ain't starting any). We peace loving people. People just don't bully us (because we're so... under the radar -nobody likes LFC except me and Sarah engine)

But ugly jerseys aside, I think the Euro kit (minus the iklan arak setan hijau) is superb.
Look how cool the black number is.
Maybe I'm still hot from watching Liv got in for the first knockout stage.
Now its only AC Milan, Celtic, Real Madrid, Olympiakos, Schalke, Chelsea, Porto and Liv.

hint hint to ze boyfriend.
K darling?
mana laaaaa nak cari

hint hint hint e -bay kan ada


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

you lose some, you win some

Got philosophical just by watching LFC play against Reading and Marseille.

Lost 3-1

Won 4-0

This is how I stay grounded.
Not by watching football overdose lah.
But reminding myself, you lose some, you win some.
Unless you're the kind of person who don't earn his keep.
(think Italian football and all the bookies).

I lost so many things/persons in life.

I lost my perfect eyesight through endless reading of books.
But I gained knowledge more than a small person like me could have.

I never knew how to play batu seremban and getah
But I played with the boys (hey! whats so good about that, uh?)

I lost a friend who committed suicide. (Ste, rest in peace. I love thee)
But I found out that love does not end even when the person dies.

I lost my interest in doing maths.
But I found peace reading law (yeah right)

I lost contact with friends because we move around too much
Just to make my circle of friends bigger and the world at large is a playground for me!

I lost touch with all the entertainment industry
just to find that I only need myself to humour my own company.

I lost the marvel in keeping up with trends, fashion and gadgets
but I always will have the luck in discovery of other things (snorkel Kiribati =D)

I lost to a neighbouring school in a volleyball tournament
but I got to be the champion in cross country running.

I lost the chance to make the cut for the netball team
(not that I play decent netball~ ugh too girlish anyway) (gila sourgrape)
but I got myself captained for two years for handball (rawk on!)

I lost all the glamour and oh the glitz by not joining bigger firms
but I got a boss that does not breathe behind my neck (ahh I love ma job, ma!)

I lost the love that I once thought I knew that would save me
but I won the true love of my life.

And more than usual, I still don't get why things have to be bad, but I never question if there is any good in the bad, in the ugly, in the bleak.
For me, its just the way that how Allah shows us His Love, Grace and Mercy.

By not letting us drown deeper in the high.

Ya Allah, jadikanlah kami semakin bersyukur kepada nikmat kurnia-Mu.
Hidup ini, iman ini, dan kasih ini. Ameen.

p/s: I get emotional when LFC wins. Oh really!
We're just a small team. Sob sob. And no one I know supports LFC....hahahaha.

Gon' be buzee this week until new year.
Any meeting shall be made through appointment only. Ahaks.
so I won't be blogging/facebooking/friendstering for awhile. Sob sob.


the word on the street is:

THE word on the street is:
romeo must die
still we laugh about it.

thank you Saharil.


Tuesday, December 11, 2007

i like to play

ostrich racing.
rock climbing

nextweek: horse riding at Ulu Yam mountain.
Been there twice during a karisma-jim training. They let us go with the horses whereever we want, and only minimal fee of RM3 is charged per day.

I believe in living life to the fullest, and what better way than being with nature. It sets you free. I think that's why I'm always stress-free, and there's always my dearest family and dearest beloved if anything else fail.
Reason why I am always missing in action.
A good excuse to keep me out of trouble and a leeway for me to escape simpletons that annoy. There's more to life than being frustrated with work, bla bla bla.

Hahaha. Now I'm looking for any new friends interested to join in.
Text me ah.

(but Yah is darn more adventurous than I am. Sheesh. tau2 dah kat hutan mana2)the daredevil got me into whiteriver rafting in Parangritis.


Monday, December 10, 2007

lawyers are not above the law

no we're not.
So are you.

Glad that kak Lat and the rest got released today.
I didn't wait for the whole thing to end (because I saw Mr Boss looking at me "I thought you have BP now?"), but Sasha did, but our MBW really did a good job updating the day's chronology even when his laptop's battery's dying on him. So we still have good coverage on the happenings.

It had been a very busy week, the book publisher is hunting on my due dateline since last Friday (I'm still on my first page. Frozen ideas and brain death makes the writer's block makes two peas in a pod). And all this govt getting superbly overly sensitive is getting on everyone's nerve.

I was having lambchop with me favourite lunch mate F. Irina after our brief rendezvous to the Criminal Court to watch our AG in action (twice in Sessions. Whoa. I know) and this kinda came out:

Me: ..after the walk for justice, it seems that every Sunday there's a different Demo..
F : I guess its because they see it even lawyers can march, why not us, but this time this is getting way out of hand lah
Me: you mean Edmund's case?
F: The only rationale I can think of from them doing this is that they don't want show the rakyat something is wrong
Me: Ya, but when they try to shut us up, the whole world knows something is wrong.
F: Haha.

I think that summed everything up, what a bummer because I think in other countries, people demonstrating is as of right and the police would assist in making way for them to demo. But in our country, it seemed that every Demo is associated with something else.

F. and Shamani took a ride with me home, (these ppl have their own shuttle but dread of waiting for it) ,and I was so shocked to see that my car's headlights were still switched on!! Aiya baru-baru pun kena sudah tuka battery kaa? But was glad that the car's a champ and still can be started even after being left for more than four hours (F's fault. )

Otherwise the rest of the day was fine, me off from work tomorrow, watched movies with friends (Atie watched it 3 times she said : its not the movie you're watching, but its the company that counts) thanks Atie, me and my sisters really enjoyed it. Zaza still talked about it.And we managed to drag Toni to

Ahh Enchanted.
My prince was busy playing at a futsal match, but was glad I was kept busy with mandi air terjun the Sunday after. Three hours in the cold water. So relaxing.
And I got a love letter from him (sweet. When you think that we communicate every other hour. I appreciate his efforts for making the distance painless)

Promised the bridesmaid and twinny to treat em lunch. =) baru dapat gaji + bonus!
Boss must have in silence, took notice of his LA yang surfed too long on the internet =p
Or he must have felt guilty because he let me off in the deep ocean the other day without help handling that miserable trial. But he coached me how, and I really appreciate his ways of showing me how to be a good student and maybe someday,I can be as good as he is!

But the pressure to become a better litigator is buildingn up.
All in a good cause.

Life is beautiful.


Monday, December 03, 2007

Feel Good Inc.

The house became suddenly unaccustomed to the usual quiet, as the last few nights some friends came to stay. So it was a busy weekend for me, tiring as well, with a lot of weddings and drama (not ours, but just we just had our time to observe) but the whole lot was good ol' fun.

Its the Feel Good inc.

Straight after work on Friday we realised that what a sucker I am for not knowing the direction to almost every place we go (just because I was born the same day as Sasha it doesn't mean I've to be a good navigator like she is) but we had fun getting lost (oh, sourgrapes!) and while going to Nick and Carol's pre-wedding dinner in Taman Indah (where? exactly) we found ourselves in Kajang Prison. No kidding!

Alas after 2 hours of clueless driving, we arrived at Carol's place, and I could tell you, if there's anyplace that needs proving that Malaysia is a muhibbah -happy-people-live -together, it must be in this neighbourhood. It kinda make you feel warm inside, and knowing Nick and his dear wife, you know how grounded and cultured they are, it must be because where they come from. Families of neighbours of different beliefs and races, celebrate the two newlyweds, and these things must add up to the blessful joyous occasion. I must say I'm impressed. (the fact that Carol's the prettiest bride I've ever seen, too. Nick, lucky guy ;))

We didn't stay for long, as we were expected to be in Bandar Tasik Selatan in anor 20 minutes. With me driving clueless (I'm a good girl -always stays at home one, that's why I'm not good with roads-but who lives in Tasik Selatan anyway?) and my co-driver is even more so hopeless, it takes a miracle for us just to be there. Lucky for us Shun, Hana and Aizudin are the patient bunch ,lucky for us the tomyam is yummy and lucky for us too that it wasn't a big trouble for us to find the way back home. We slept like a log, and waited for Hida the next morning to go to Radzlan's aqad.

Yes d'uh.
We got lost again.
No thanks to the two passengers who actually had been to his house-lah. Hahahaha.
But we arrived just in time (sempat makan hahaha) and if you think its unusual for female friends to come along to a male friend's aqad, I must tell you, this is Radzlan. And its not unusual. Only Adam, Imad and Akhdiat made it to his aqad, the 10% out of 90% female friends who tagged along. Why of course, the girls are needed as his rombongan hantaran (should've suspected it hahahaha) but we were glad to be there. Radzlan is such a dear friend, he had always been there for us and we were just too happy to be there, witnessing his long-awaited happiest day in his life.

There on, we went to OU as we planned to watch Beowulf, and coincidently Zaza was there, doing her shopping, and coincidently Ira wanted drop by,and alas the girls decided to stay for the night at my humble abode, so it was once again slumber party ;)

At 4 am, with the exception for Aliza (nenek susah maaa nak bangon) we went out to pick Toni from the Pudu bus station. And like magnets, everywhere we go, it seemed, one by one drama is unfolded before our eyes; as were heading to Pelita in Bangsar, at 5 am, so close to where I parked the car, a girls' fight over a man was taking place, it was so close to where we were as one of the girls knocked the open door of my car where me and ira was standing (Zaza said later both of us didn't look frightened, but fascinated) while we watched the hair-tugging, the cat-fight, and the matrimonial destruction at 5 in the morning.

At one point, one of the woman, came to me, and reached out for so quickl I must've thought she wants to give me a tight slap, when she came to pull us out from the mess and apologize.

A group of girls clad in tudung at 5 in Bangsar.
So out of place.
But Ira and Toni had to eat, as they're heading to Kuala Kubu Baru for whiteriver-rafting afterwards, (boo hoo we didn't follow as I promised to go ice-skating with hazwani, Zaza and Aliza had plans for the day). But we planned for ostrich-racing next weekend in Rawang, any takers?

Right now I'm back to my office life. To Shera, I told you your desk is superbly done and comfy, just take a look at mine. So boring,I must say I'm so out of touch, at my desk, it must be a sign of me not taking my work seriously. Haha.
I have method in my madness, and no space at my desk is left underutilized with sanity.

Congratulations to Nicholas and Carol, Radzlan and Hanisah.
May you have a blessful family life together, and your love grow stronger each and every day.

to Aliza, Zaza, Ira, Hida, Toni: I had fun.
We're in good company. I cherish the laughter, the stories, the news of the bad and the good.

To Zaza, happy birthday =)
kau dah tua, jangan nak mengelat dah.


smiling kops

Sunday 02December 2007
Barclays Premier League
Liverpool 4 - 0 Bolton
Hyypia 17
Torres 45
Gerrard (pen) 56
Babel 86

Wednesday 28 November 2007
UEFA Champions League
Liverpool 4 – 1 FC Porto
Torres 19 Lopez 33
Torres 78
Gerrard (pen) 84
Crouch 88

Saturday 24 November 2007
Barclays Premier League
Newcastle 0 – 3 Liverpool
Gerrard 28
Kuyt 45
Babel 66

Saturday 10 November 2007
Barclays Premier League
Liverpool 2 – 0 Fulham
Torres 81
Gerrard (pen) 85

Tuesday 6 November 2007
UEFA Champions League
Liverpool 8 – 0 Besiktas
Crouch 19
Benayoun 32
Benayoun 53
Benayoun 56
Gerrard 69
Babel 79
Babel 81
Crouch 89

Bubu, Gerrard is a good buy to your fantasy football team =) mesti dah naik points b, kan?
hehe. I'd always liked Liverpool, since Ian Rush's days but was devastated when Mcmanaman left.

This time both of us are going for the Croatian team.(1st time we're supporting the same club, he's a Chelsea fan (yuck), and during thw World Cup, he's a Swiss and me the France team (since Holland didn't qualify). See how it goes. Usually he will tease me for me liking Liverpool (I don't know why that becomes a embarrassment factor) and I will jeer him for supporting an Israeli-managed team. Haha.

But I still buy him Chelsea FC souvenirs, and he can't do the same to me because:
1) Liverpool mechandise is hideous
2) Liverpool jersey is cursed with an alcoholic endorsement
3) he looks good in Chelsea shirts/jerseys.
4) I'm not really a big fan of football, macam poyo la pulak kan nanti.

But I have Alan Smith's long sleeved jersey.
Ah what betrayal.

nak buat macamana, dah cantik, pakaila.
And it is so comfortable, I'll wear it when I'm out jogging, and will try to act normal when friends see me wearing it.

I'll buy one Torres' jersey if Liverpool changes to Coca-Cola. *grin*


toi plus moi =)

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