Thursday, July 10, 2014

But I'm not a football fan!

Yes, so my opinion doesn't quite matter. I can still say it anyway.

You really shouldn't expect the German team to "go easy" on Brazil. It's a competition, an international, world-renown competition that every footballer dreams of winning, mind you. So what if they're 5 goals in, there's no reason for them to stop (though of course you feel the pain of the home team and fans). 

If you're there in a competition, representing your country, you had better play to win, and win amazingly, no matter how high (or low) the score is. I think so anyway. Because going easy on your opponent can change everything for the worse.

So all those stupid comments on how "nazi" the Germans were, or that they still have "nazi" blood in their veins - not good, not good at all. Don't do that. 

Apart from that, I think it was funny how annoyed German goalkeeper Neuer was about letting that one Brazilian goal in. It's nice to see other perfectionists out there; I would have been completely furious with myself too. 

It's a crazy thing, but I get why he would want a clean sheet for that match. For any match really, but especially that one.

I seem to have a thing for liking German goalkeepers. I enjoyed watching Oliver Kahn during his previous World Cup exploits too.

And that's all the football commentary you will get from me, I'm afraid. Toodles~

Saturday, June 21, 2014

whooo

...hoo


i'm back. i'm in a good mood, because i am...on hol.


hurrah.


let's see if i can move myself to write things.

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Draining the reserves

I can feel it, that desperation when you realise every part of you is beeping, screaming "low battery!!" and you still have so much more to work on.

Scratch desperation, this is panic. Contained panic, that will eventually leak out like a poisonous radiation gas and vaporize everything.

I'm getting close to actually believing that I can't do this anymore. I'm not even sure what "this" is. I'm sure I had some sort of clear idea of what all this was perhaps 2 weeks ago?

This is...me redoing people's work.

This is...me trying to juggle too many things.

This is...me making the sacrifice play. Fixing others' messes. Compensating.

This is...


What was all this?


Friday, May 23, 2014

To the unsaid things

This blog could easily be a rant blog, if I permit it.

There's so, so SO many things to rant about in life. If you're a natural pessimist like me, it's instinctive.

I can write 5 essays a day about how the realities of the world want to bring me down.

Or how chocolate eclairs are absolutely gorgeous (yes, positive rants are also possible)

Or why, why WHY is the grass so green. SERIOUSLY.

But if I do that in my blog here, well just look at this entire entry. It's going to be one big fat mess. Life is already a mess, I rather have my blog in a little bit neater.

So sometimes I let it rip on twitter. Or in a vague, random post on facebook.  Sometimes, I don't want to hurt anyone, so I'll just type out the rant and delete it. Sometimes, I don't want to remember the moment at all, so I just refuse to write it anywhere. Words will only etch the moment clearer in my brain, and what's the point of that?

But life, for now, has great moments, but it also can be crappy. So life now is life, after all.

Like how this semester has completely put me off group work. Or seems to convince me that I have to be more selfish, more aggressive, more...I don't know. Angry.  I don't know why people only want to listen to me when I'm some sort of...hardcore mode. The shut-up-and-listen-to-me mode.

....I wrote a long rant after this, but I've deleted it too.

To all the unsaid things in my head, I say.....well, I'm sorry that I can't scream them out as loudly as I want.

But boy, do I want to.

I truly want to. 




Monday, May 5, 2014

the facts are still these

i no longer have any afternoons free.

i want to be a polar bear...or some hibernating creature.

"when the going gets tough, the tough...hibernate."

Sunday, March 30, 2014

The facts are these

Class: Mon-Sat
Night meetings: Mon-Fri (8-late ...)
Afternoons free: Two (Fri, Sun)



What have I done.

p/s: Free time to blog: next to none.

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Hairy Resolution

Apologies for the above pun.

Anyway.

New year's resolutions should obviously, be made on New Year's Day itself, or at least during the first week. Naturally, I only start writing about it now as a vague attempt to add more entries to this semi-living blog.

I don't think it's absolutely necessary to have a resolution, and I'm certainly not going to reveal all my resolutions here but I thought there's one I'd like to share, to perhaps spark the same idea to...whoever is reading this.

I'm thinking about donating my hair.

I'm not shaving my head, don't have the guts for it, but I think I will start to leave my hair long so that I can eventually cut it off and donate it. To whom? To organisations that make wigs for cancer patients.This was an idea I had for long while now but I never followed through with it. My hair usually reaches shoulder-length maximum before I get a trim, or cut it short. But lately, I've been getting endless comments on my hair being really thick, and so dark and uh...nice-looking....*blushes*

Seriously, I don't know why people like my hair. It's just hair. It's not even ginger, or has magical properties, or anything.

As I'm getting used to managing my long-ish hair now, I thought I try and see how difficult it would be to manage extremely long hair, and see how I look with it. At the end of this experiment I'd probably loathe the sight of my hair, so might as well cut it off properly and give it to someone else.I have a feeling that it'd be a small but good contribution, because thus far I haven't dyed or permed or straightened my hair...so it's more or less natural (my pillow is my stylist 90% of the time).

Writing this post is making me increasingly embarrassed. I don't mean to brag about my hair at all. It's not shampoo commercial quality. But I do seem to have a lot of it. I certainly don't mean to brag about my resolution, or whatever, either.

I thought I post this up because well, if any of you are thinking about donating something other than money, or used clothes, or you're thinking of a fresh way of giving, or you have no resolutions at all this year (which is fine), maybe you can consider trying this out. Hair donation is getting more popular here, thanks to some newspaper articles and so on, but I still don't think it's very heard of. In fact, I'm not entirely sure there's an organisation in Malaysia that does this sort of thing. A quick Google search shows that the closest one is in Singapore. But you can ship/post your hair to these countries. As far as I know most organisations would like a donation of at least 10-12 inches. Some may want natural hair (no dye-jobs or straightening/perming), some are more flexible, such as the Singapore one I've found.

Here's the link: http://recycleyourhair.blogspot.com/p/how-to-donate.html


Guys can donate too, you know. Just saying.

Well hoo. That's about it then. Give it some thought, I think making wigs out of real hair is pretty cool. Oh yea, the patients do not have to pay for the wig. It's a non-profit thing, not a business. I suppose you can try to sell your hair, if you think it's fantastic enough. Like if it can charge up your phone or something then yea, I think you'd better sell it.

All the best to all your other resolutions, if you've made them.

*awkwardly exits this random post*

P/S: There's also Locks of Love in the US. and oh, they don't want hair on the floor and all that. There are requirements so please read up if interested. kthxbai.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Blogger Returns



Short version: Not dead.


"You've been busy, haven't you? Quite the busy little bee.." mhm. hence the lack of updates. sorry.


If you've been following me all this while, I congratulate you.


Hopefully this return will bring about something familiar but with a quality of surprise! I'm certainly endeavouring to, with the new year and all.


Yes I've just been using a ton of Sherlock quotes. Sorry not sorry. 


Hurrah, me is back. Gimme cookie.