Of Vulgarity And Rarity...

I woke up with aching legs this morning.

When Fadir asked me whether I was interested to join his Futsal game, I gave a nodding head almost instantly. Who could resist the temptation? My last game of Futsal was a distant six months ago...even before I met Kyra.

I was at loggerheads with PhD-bound malik yesterday's afternoon. I never expected that lousy and outdated handphone could have landed me into this weird shamble. When I lost my handset through that akward incident, malik willingly offered his second handphone for my convenience. I never asked for his assistance in the first place.

Problems started to occur when his so-called friend from the land down under, Australia, wanted to contact him. I bet it was his long lost, long distance sugar daddy trying to rekindle their lost love. He won't be so freakish mad if not for that reason.

I know it's a known fact that he's an intelectual Awww, or Ah Pon, or Ah Kua, or Nyah, or whatever you may call it, but that doesn't bestow him with any vouchsafe immunity to lash out vulgar words towards his friend. All Nyah are the same, right? Tak kuasa la you. Awww.

Burid.

But I didn't retaliate against his despicable act with full gun blazing. What for? Be kind to unkind people...they may need it the most. I learned that from Iklil. I answered his vitriolic and vile words with utmost tolerance.While I deplored his act, I still regard him as one of my friends.

Back to my Futsal episode. I asked Fadir's permission to bring my own team. I have Amir and Hafiz in my mind. They would be an excellent set up in the armour of my formidable team...with me being the weakest point.

I said it before, and I'll say it again this time. I terribly suck at Futsal. My legs failed me horribly each time. But this is all for fun...so I'll give it a go. We rarely had the chance to play...everybody were so busy. No way we could give this rare chance a miss.

They booked the last slot available...just after the stroke of midnight. Rijal, who had just arrived this afternoon, wanted to join us. As it was beginning to spot, we decided to go by car.

I received a message just before we departed. It was a pleasant surprise...the message was from Shah, my squash partner. It's been quite a while since he abruptly disappeared. It must have been a tough time for him...losing his long time sweetheart the way it did. I feared I may lose him for good...what a relief to have him back. I hope he got over it by now.

More about him later.

We dropped by in Gold Coast to pick up Amir, before heading towards BJ. We were all fired up for action. Even the sporadic showers had stopped...must been driven out by our burning passion to strut our stuff.

I spotted Saiful...and a strange feeling filled me spontaneosly. We has had an awkward, if not a complicated relationship. We knew each through a third party...mine through Kyra and him through Wani. I didn't have a clue what Wani told him about me...but Kyra told nice things about him to me.

I don't really care what other people were talking behind my back. I know myself. And I know myself better than any of them. I'm no angel...I made mistakes here and there. But as long as I don't bad-mouth other people, I'm quite happy with my life. We can't really control people's perception on us.

The game started...but I struggled to adapt to their technically superior skills. Their ball control, passing, and movement were excellent...I was made to look like a fool most of the times. I ended up being a goalkeeper (voluntarily)...letting in no less than ten goals in the process.

But overall I was happy with the game...although I was not satisfied with my own performance.

Change the ball into a Prince Hornet TF racquet, and the turf into a three-wall concrete with a fiber-glass back door. Maybe, just maybe....it would be a bit of a different story...

Back From Oblivion...

I decided to come back from my semi-retirement oblivion... :)

It's been a long and refreshing rest. Sorted few things out...but some pressing issues ( lingering and nagging issues...of course) were left unattended. Maybe I'll chew it all over in the next couple of weeks.

I revised my whole life so far...revisited some nostalgic places that were close to my heart...and read droves of inspiring books. Re-read the whole postings of my blog (including drafts...and corrected some of the obvious grammar mistakes. Need to continuously brush up my deteriorating grammar)

All this while, I realised I was not being honest enough about things. Need to change on that. And I delved into one good blog...written by someone who's been blogging since she was like, sixteen. (When I was sixteen, Internet was my farthest dream. How time had evolved since then...)

And I also decided to pull Pancasara from public view momentarily. He too, I think, needs a bit of a rest :)

It's a new beginning...I'll savour this moment for a while... :)

Let The Game Begin!

After a very long and tiring summer break, the most anticipated premier league football in the world will kick off in less than 10 hours.

With Real Madrid going mental and bought every stars on sight, this was the most unusual season break ever. Liverpool were one of the victims...losing the influential Xabi Alonso to Florentino Perez's second wave of Galactico's.

But the team is still intact...and with United severely weakened by the departure of two of their talismans, Liverpool have a very good chance to mount a serious challenge towards the title.

I'll keep my fingers crossed for their chance this time around...maybe this is finally their season...

P/S - This will be my final posting. I'll take a long break after this...there's so much unresolved problem clogging up the arteries of my peaceful life. If left untreated, I'm afraid my future would be at harm...

I'll do some catching up with my reading...missed a lot of books lately.

So, till next time...

The Excavating Girl...

"Be kind to unkind people. They probably need it most..."

That witty remark was found in Iklil's page when I browsed her profile just now.

I haven't seen her for a year or two...after our explosive quarrel towards the end of 2007. She may had forgotten me by now...but she's still live through my mind. There's something special about her that I can't explain...maybe because we shared so much in common.

I spent some memorable time with her younger sister (Alwani) in Langkawi, thanks to Faisal. We visited Bird's Park (with that children's pass...I could never forget that) and Cenang Beach. She very much resembles her older sister.

I used to refer Iklil as "the excavating girl"...as she was so fond of excavation works. Today is her 24th birthday...I wish her all the best for the future...

My Life So Far...

I want to write on so many things...but time constrains proved too much a hindrance for me. I am a bad orator...at times, I am at lost for words to explain something...deep silence is a usual phenomenon when someone is having a conversation with me.

And even though my writing is average at best, I expressed myself better this way. People who know me through my writings understand me better compared to those who had lived with me through the years. Others liked to label me as a 'very quite person'...although I don't actually agree with their view.

I've set my birthday date as my final posting before I embark on a long vacation...to soothe my heart and soul after a long and turbulent year. There are many hurdles ahead...I've cleared some of the tough ones, and hope to overcome the few that are left standing by year-end. Don't trouble troubles until the troubles trouble you.

And when the going gets tough, I'll get going...no matter what the circumstances are. Hope I have the required strength to last all these...

The Kg Buah Pala Saga...

I've been thinking about giving the controversial Kampung Buah Pala a brief visit today...

What drama next?

Roboh ke tak roboh?


UPDATE


There were no bulldozers on sight as expected. The villagers, notably children, could be seen forming a wall on the street. They looked glum and somber. Some were sighted crying. There were a large presence of police...as well as political activists, including the newly registered PSM (Party Sosialis Malaysia)

Given my political inclination and shallow understanding of the whole issue, I'm not fit to give any view regarding their plight...but what is certain, I feel pity for them. One young boy was seen putting on a very brave face at the human shield. I heard some of them haven't attended school for days.

Hope their plight would be resolved sooner rather than later...

R.I.P...

While I was hanging around the groundfloor of QueensBay Mall last night, an incoming call alerted my attention.

It was Ah Yong...eager to know about the next badminton meeting. But I'd already cancelled the plan reluctantly...there was some difficulty finding the right number of person to fill up the quorom. Amir was in Kelantan...Shah was due for an outstation commitment in KL...the other usual suspects such as Naser, Darwis, Najid also couldn't make the trip to Paya Terubung, where we usually play on Friday.

After that brief conversation, in a rare circumstances, my handset slipped through the side of my pant's pocket...hitting the floor, bouncing twice and ended up inside a hole! I froze for a moment...murmuring to myself, in disbelief...

"What the hell had happened?"

I could see my handset inside it...but couldn't reach it with my hand. The hole is quite deep.

It's a trickery hole...by the way. Full of sharp edges, I couldn't push my hand deep enough without incurring myself with some sort of injury. But I tried anyway...I love that handset very much, for goodness sake. It was the gift of my sister...pictures, important phone numbers were all stored there.

I guessed I pushed my hand too hard inside that hole...I felt a sharp pain at the back of my palm. The moment I pulled out, there was blood all over it. I tried my luck with my left hand...but worse thing happened. The razor sharp edges slashed my hand indefinitely...leaving it full of blood.

I gave up eventually...there was nothing more I could do. Even if I managed to pull it out, it must have been severely damaged...it was soaked in water far too long. All the beautiful messages, meaningful pictures were gone. The bleeding had stopped, but my hand were full of ugly scars.

Sheikh, looking concerned with my hand's tragic condition, repeatedly asked me to wash it with Dettol to prevent infections.

I did my best to save my handset...I couldn't care much about the handset...it was its contents that were of extreme important to me. Kyra's messages and pictures...as well as Najwa's messages dating back to 2005 were all gone in split seconds. And their numbers too...

Going by the nature of it, it was a weird incident. Maybe it was some sort of sign or signal from the sky for me to stop dwelling on the past, and start concentrating on my future? I wonder...