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I understand the need to release the soul of the dead. To not allow tears to run the cheeks that are once being kissed. By the one that has left the uncertainties. But at times, there are urges to refuse.

It is difficult to engage with the feelings, when you have dispose the object. The sole reason of my keepings. Simple things like watching Harry Potter laying Dobby in the grave could ignite an ugly state. As terrible as it sounds, it is exactly the comfort that I need. It would be a lie to proclaim I have come to term with his death because I grow up not having any memorable events with the Grandad, unlike my brother and cousins - and I have to live with that painful reminder. Though his face gleamed the last moment his eyes washed my face, and the smile can never fade, even with times.

There is no one that could listen to these words as there is no one that could grasp every emotions that I have inside.

Death is a strange experience.


and God, could you please end the weird encounters with the unknown. The person is doing my head in, and it has no absolute affiliation with good vibes.

There's a golden sky

Since Liverpool Football Club had failed to bring home any trophy in the last six years, I am overjoyed with the win. I had lost most of the fluid in the body and heart attack was waiting by. If only my grandad was here with me, considering the whole house had been invaded by the Mancs.

It was definitely an overwhelming match. Cardiff had played the best any football team could have. Notorious defence and the defiance put LFC in shock. No denying on the amount of luck on the Reds side. I did let out few tears a couple of minutes in.

Congratulation to Cardiff for a memorable day and congratulation to the boys of LFC for bagging this in.

Moving on to the FA Cup and hopefully fourth spot in the league.

Furby



I used to have these hanging on my bags and rooms. They can't track you down once you've moved right?

It would've been nice to have some sense when you're younger - so that the cool or creepy things you had will still be with you. The awesome Playdoh with burgers and chips makers, the Tarzan collectibles, and every other childhood memories you can no longer attain these days. At least I still have the corrupted looking Barbies and a Ken, which I've became their personal barber and stylist - and that's not a good idea, for them.

When I have tons of money, I'll scour the earth for those magnificent plays I had when I was younger. And make up some silly stories so that the modern children will be the fools that they are

Super Mario

The message tone on Super Mario. It fascinates me how people still enjoy the sound of oddly shaped man collecting coins while paralysing animal(s). It is even better when I put GTA sound as the tone, because those who spend countless of hours for GTA give me the congratuwelldone look.

If only I could have my playstation and computer back, with the latter terminally ill and mother chooses to leave it dry since that is the only way I would not be plastered to it. Though, bless the inventors for the phone/mini playstation. When they wish to get the new one out, please disable the touch screen features for gaming. My passing skill is being bullied by my touching fingers and it is difficult to clean the screen while playing.

And the touch joystick is a stupid idea.

Kitty Shankly



I would always say things like 'I'm going to eat his/her face/paws/hands/etc' whenever I sees amazing looking animals. 

When kitty runs in the pitch, I realised this is the reason animals are brought to our lives. They make people smile with buck teeth showing. And they make people like myself squeal like mad. 

This week I get to have animal marathon. Babe, Benji The Hunted, Kitty Shankly video on replay, the documentary of wild monkeys being told in classic Romeo and Juliet style, and just stories of cats and dogs.

If only the mother is not terribly afraid of animals, I would have been in possession of a dog (Husky or Collie or Shepherd or the cuties) and a cat (any will do)

So people, adopt Kitty Shankly if you are in the area, this legend needs a comfy home and family. Better, Mr. Steven Gerrard or any of the Reds comrade, adopt this baby NOW.

More Football Drama

The hypocrisy and lack of brain utilisation bothered me, during and after the match.

Manchester United FC certainly deserved the win since the boys of Liverpool FC only attacked De Gea 15 minutes in the first half and 15 minutes before the whistle was blown for final time.

Disappointed with both Mr. Ferguson and Mr. Dalglish on the Suarez-Evra never ending saga. Ferguson should mind his own players, considering they have heaps of (personal) problems, and Dalglish and LFC should not have issued any statement or apology as that is an internal matters (Suarez informs LFC that he will shake hands but did not).

No hand shake, why should it be highlighted? If so why did the media failed to mention Ferdinand's behaviour.

Suarez instigating the tension? What about Evra going on to Ferdinand? He cannot be that daft to make a bad tackle on his own teammate. Why has no one in the media/Ferguson pointed out the clear evidence of Evra possibly out to get on to Suarez, few minutes in the match. Why has no one pointed fingers to Evra when he grabbed hold of Suarez's arm. How could it be possible to justify the victory celebration in front of dejected Suarez. Suarez actually ignored the twattiness displayed while Evra continued being a twat along the path of Suarez.

Football is supposed to be about football. Anything outside of the pitch should be forwarded to Jeremy Kyle since it looked a lot like his show now. Wayne Rooney deserved all the attention for bagging the win for MUFC. Andy Carroll should just stay on the bench as he was invoking every wrath in me.

To football fans being thick-headed, please use some common sense. This is not the Premier League of Hand-Shaking.

To a family member, do not be another ignorant and stupid MUFC supporter by saying 'Let bygones be bygones, Ferdinand only supporting Evra'. The level of contradiction in the statement confused my eyes on the direction they should be rolling.

If this kind of parade continues on, I might as well give up on football as I have long given up on humanity.

Bad Concoction(s)

Nothing is permanent except the soul living in you.

When death greets you personally, have no fear as it is setting your soul free. Free from the tension of the world. The corrupt images of life. The only fear I have is to face the One constantly witnessing every mistakes I have made. If you don't believe in God, just look at it the same manner when you have done wrong to the one you love. 

I keep on pressing the backspace button as I cannot elaborate further on my current state. 

My apologies to the people I have send in various inventions. 

I would like to express my appreciation to two people that have no absolute knowledge of this space. Thank you for the smile inducing text and Facebook notification. Big Man telling me that somehow he misses me and Mario pulls of a surprise informing me that he/she/a robot actually remembers me. Even though only the former replies to my elation, I still appreciate the gestures. 

This rapid current is slowing me down. This appears to be an illusion. Like it is being written by separate people. I do not even understand myself right now. Maybe I should not be drinking the stale beverage. Perhaps I should be sleeping when I am crying in a minute and singing to The Saturdays in the next. 

Good things will come out of confusions. I am keeping this faith. 


Mario, Martin Kaymer, K's appearing everywhere - just stop it. Though Mario is a super classic game, Martin Kaymer is a fairly good golfer judging from the recent Dubai, and K is a generic term. 

Do not judge me solely for this madness. I can juggle and en pointe in good days. 

Dear God

Free waffle and happy face. Both occurred in one weekend.

May I please have this kind of feeling more often.

Thanks.
 
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