learn to love...

you know the strangest things keep happening...its like the more i hate something or the more i resisit something the more He would challenge me to do it,get close to it...and the things i love...very often i hafta let it go...i guess its a way of saying 'i am committed' but its alsa kinda a way he sets my path right...i know what i want, iknow whats best for me but still, He knows wats even better for me...thats what amazes me the most...i hardly remove my posts, actually i only did it once or twice...cant really remember. but well i am kinda challenged to love the people i blogged about the last time...

it started with a smile, and a handshake...and now i guess we're friends...and now i see, they arent so bad after all...the toilet seats are clean, they irritate me less and well the toiled is still always wet but i guess its gonna come to end soon...

whats with me man...how did this happen...i mean whats happening to me...? anaand would probably think wats wrong with me...am i nuts or what...but i know its the right thing...nobody deserves to be hated...a little love wont hurt...besides, i am grudgeless...and happy!

egyptians!!!

practically dumbasses!!
not to offend anyone in particularbut the 2 dumbest ppl and possibly 4 are egyptians...come on man if peeing all over the toilet seater isnt enough and using toiletries that do not belong to you, and using our cleaning equipment and damaging it, ruining the shower curtains not forgetting causing a total mess everyday which eventually resulted in the destruction of our block floor...these guys are justpractclly dumb!

anaand i still persistent on yelling at them but i totally gave up...if giving them a shooting lesson isnt enough what more do they want...?
i wonder is this what they doin their country...in their homes...not getting your own stuff and using others and damaging it and totally acting as if everything was alright and playing plain innocent as if the heavensopened up for them...

come on man...how cm people be that inconsiderate...! gts me boiling...its practicaly eryday that we hafta scold them!

if the cleanliness isnt it the noise...omg the noise i tell u...i wonder what can 2 guys be doing at 3 am in the morning till the walls go shaking...u can imagine for yourself eh...dah lah budak budak ni pengotor lagi bising macam meriam bom! bom! bom!....teruk lah...and they can be so dumb...afterflooding the whole corridoor can still affort to ask me why the door cant open after kicking the washing machine pipe so conveniently...kesian kawan i shalu cantik kat bawah...juzt bot a new linonium for these monkeys to nicely give it a heavenly rinse...

point dumb talking about these guys...it helps talking about it here...wish i had anaands patience...i so wanna terminate them!!!

chill guys...this is as bad as my nervous breakdown gets...all better now...not gonna go arnd killing people...

haf a good nite ya ol!

a meaningful story..

Take my Son

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly.He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this.'The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man.

He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings

Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.On the platform sat the painting of the son The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start thebidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'There was silence.Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one.'But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting. Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?'Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, theRembrandt's. Get on with the real bids!'But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son!

Who'll take the son?'Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting.' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.'We have $10, who will bid $20?''Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.' '$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?'The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections. The auctioneer pounded the gavel. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!' The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over..' 'What about the paintings?'

'I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings. The man who took the son gets everything!'God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross.

Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: '

The son, the son, who'll take the son?'Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE ETERNAL LIFE....THAT' S LOVE

God Bless.

cavaliers at its peak

and so it i said that a team with 20 wins in a row a season will never go on to win the nba title...let me tell u a secret...its not true...cos this year its gonna happen...the cav's already haf their 8th straight win in the bag beating the likes of other title contenders in their own home court...and everyone knows nobody can beat the cavs at home...not even the celtics or lakers...so yeah this year is the year of lebron james...all he needed was someone to draw attention away from him and we can see mo and delante shinning now...i dunno how he can keep bringing his 'a' game night after night...his passion, his determination is what i am striving for...

talking about the king, we are having our 1st official basketbal tournament here in moscow since i arrived...dunno what its gonna be like or how rough its gonna be but if we play with our hearts i think its not a problem...ppl say ' for love of the game' and i say 'play your hearts out'...the difference is the latter will always derive results while the former will always derive fun no matter what the result is...so yeah it gets me thinking...a little of both would be a cocktail combination...

not feeling too good right now...was having a fever last nyt...and played my futsal league with a splitting migraine...today its a little better...had my ice bath which is seeing my legs more rejuvenated so i just hope i can play my best later...dun wana let my team down...

need all Your strength to play today!

team "hats-off"

so we had a pretty good game today...everything came together...probably that extra pass on that day will make the difference...the ability to score while running the clock down is what makes a really good team...being calm and relaxed with maximum adrenaline pumping will be the difference on sunday...really hoping for the best now...we never played together b4 a month ago but somehow i feel the chemistry building really fast...just hope this is gonna be enough...

i keep saying i am not a centre...never haf been but they all wanna claim tht i am...so we will see what happens wen i dont play centre...

so people in moscow...remember to catch the action this sunday morning....see a team of akmal,billy,remy and fariq come together for the very 1st time...what happens, only the cool dude up in the clouds knows...

cya then.
haf a great day!

a finite whine...

and so i said it...been wanting to say it for a couple of weeks now and i did...it did not come out natural or the way i planned it but it did...

i tried wishing it away knowing that it could only bring me more pain and yet it still happened...the insecurities, the guilt as well as the crushed hope...might all come back to haunt me again...

if only i had something that lasted, something real, something eternal rather than a few days, weeks or months or even worse, years....all i could wish for right now is that you are happy...coz if youre happy i am happy...

saints vs geng malaysia

it doesnt happen all too often...my legs felt great..just need more game time...was a timely defeat as we went down 2-1 to gm but it was a waking up call...more to come...more to expect...its just gonna get better...

i love this game!

cheers!

whats new

and so its been some time since i wrote something personal here..

well, my weekend was a blast...i settled quite abit of my curiosity...mainly in ikea...bought myself a new bed...a really good one that i assume is not gonna give me probs till i end my course...besides the orthopaedic frame is meant to be good for my back and posture...not only is this new bed longer and wider (for my 6 ft frame) its also thicker, cozier and well, as always, orangier...leave it at that...when i sleep for the 1st tym on it tonite i will know what the new bed is all about...

and well my trip to ikea was not only rewarding emotionally and physically but it also showed me how smart some creatures get...try a dog taking a metro...ha..its just sleeping btw...it knows wen to stop coz well, canines are known for their heightened senses ryt...?

thats all for now lah i guess...gonna get back to my books...lotsa catching up to do...

God bless ya ol!