The Indiscernible Seen During the Rapture

Seems like I've fall out of love with blogging. One does not simply make promises to blog more often. Promises, just doesn't happen. But here I am, with a sudden need to let the world, or more of myself, know what exactly I am doing, right now.
SIGHS.
Where to begin, where to begin. It's been a whirlwind of a month, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT'S THE END OF THE MONTH ALREADY?! June was like a ninja, moving silently pass, you blink and the next thing you know, it has reached the other side. I wonder if that's the correct metaphor, what what else would you describe time with? TIME, is just like the ninja. The silent killer. Dangerous. Quick.
Oh I tell you where exactly June went.
The Euro 2012. I tell you, I can't believe how incredibly blessed I am to be able to watch the Euros', which came at the best of times. I'm on break now, and I have not missed a single match of Spain's.
Okay, let's talk football.
You see, I'm one of those people who LIVE TO WATCH FOOTBALL, AND WATCH FOOTBALL TO LIVE. It has always been the case. I take my team VERY seriously. 2 seasons, Liverpool has not been the best of form, yet, it is my team and there is no way I'm giving up on them. I've been an avid football fan since 9, watching the 2002 World Cup in Korea, which I chose to side England, when everyone else at home supported Brazil. TYPICAL. It hasn't stop since then. England was my childhood team, but I grew up, falling in love with the way Spain play. I also happen to be a huge fan of Barcelona. Spain, is a huge part of my life. I'm devoted to the Spanish tennis players, Rafael Nadal, Fernando Verdasco, David Ferrer and Feliciano Lopez, ask anyone who knows me, they can tell you how I roll. And my favourite football player? Fernando Torres, ex-Liverpool striker. The man I've been hopelessly in love since.. ever. Okay, now you can tell, despite my obsession like the opposite sex, football, tennis, F1, something my mother has never failed to remind me, deep inside, I am a girl. But I don't fawn over Cristiano Ronaldo or those German hunks as much as my next girl friend, I believe I'm bonded to Fernando Torres. Not to mention me falling in love with Spanish songs. As much as I love Enrique Iglesias, his recent songs are just blahhh. Too bad, considering he used to make AMAZING songs. And his Spanish songs were just as brilliant. And then there's Pablo Alboran. This guy can make me fall in love with him over and over again. He is what to the Spanish the same way Ed Sheeran is to the English. Pure genius. So now that you've heard my colourful history with the Spaniards, and my love for football, let's talk Euro.
I've been waiting for this like EVER. I swore that I would never miss a single match of my favourite team, it was painful enough missing 3 out of 7 of Spain's matches last World Cup thanks to school. This time I watched, patiently. Studied every game. In fact also studying Spain's closest rivals matches. I've watched Germany, Portugal, Holland, Italy, France, and my childhood team of course, England. (I HAD SUPPORTED ENGLAND WHOLEHEARTEDLY TILL THEIR LAST MATCH. But of course, it was only a matter of time they went out, considering they have been riding with luck throughout the entire tournament.) Yet through it all, I can see why Spain alone impressed me. Spain are not in their peak form AT ALL. And we're missing some key players in David Villa and Carlos Puyol, both nursing injuries. But they held on. AND they attempted the 4-6-0 formation, where no strikers where used. They succeeded. With a striker in the form of Fernando Torres, they terrorised the Irish, whose supporters were left singing the Fields of Athenry in ashes. But then, of course there's the critics. Spanish tiki-taka were far too boring for the sport. AND THAT'S IS THE REASON, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, we have come this far, straight to the finals. Too bad. Our possession game may not appeal to many, but we are the only team to have conceded ONE goal all the way to the finals so far. Credits to incredible defenders. I must say Sergio Ramos has never impressed me this much.
The Team of the Tournament for Euro 2012 has been released, and surprise, surprise, ALL FOUR defenders are Spaniards, Alvaro Arbeloa, Jordi Alba, Sergio Ramos and Gerard Pique, and 2 midfielders, Xavi and Andres Iniesta. The rest, were left with one representatives from five countries, Joe Hart, the English goalkeeper, Mesut Ozil, the German midfielder, Cristiano Ronaldo, Mario Balotelli and Alan Dzagoev for the forwards. (We might have had Fernando Torres next to Cristiano Ronaldo if our classic number 9 was given the green light for regular striker position, but oh well.)
It's pretty incredible. Stats and all. But it all comes down to the finale. Spain AND Italy, both members of the Group C. Who knew.
Anyway, it pissed me off that some idiots who hardly ever watched football, watched for the first time, AND GOODNESS GRACIOUS. They talked as if they had been some professional pundit for years. It was on Facebook, of course. Naturally, they opinion clashed with mine, and it left me DUMBFOUNDED. Honestly? You want a match with goals, go ahead, go watch the Germans. But honey, it's not gonna get you the Cup. "Spain was just lucky!" BULL. Some left singing praises for Germany, because well... there are goals. But sadly, they were heavily disappointed. HA HA HA.
But lately, the trivia and history, playing into the statistics and prediction, shows that I might not have it my way, after all. Spain are against the odds to beat the Italian for their third consecutive cup. Good lord. That is a dagger to the heart. Sighs.
Here's the thing:
In 2006, the Italians beat the Germans on the way to their World Cup victory.
In 2008, the Spanish, beat the Germans with a sole goal from Fernando Torres, (who was the man of the match too) to win the Euro cup.
In 2010, the Spanish beat the Germans in the semis to win their first World Cup.
And naturally, the Italians has ALREADY beaten the Germans.
Apparently, the Germans are like some sort of taboo team to whoever who has the misfortune to meet the team who beat the Germans.

I don't want to believe this. Trust me, I don't. I could easily argue, the Spanish has never beaten the French in a big tournament, but now they have. BUT REALLY? Things never turn out the way they are supposed to. It's alright, my mourning partner shall then be Rafael Nadal.

I'm still holding on to one trivia though;
'FERNANDO TORRES HAS NEVER LOST A FINAL IN HIS LIFE.'

God bless that man.

Go on, spot that man, the most beautiful man in the world. It's not to hard, come on. :D 

My god, his smile. I can't resist, pardon me.

Whatever happens this Sunday, I just pray that my heroes fight for everything at stake. Like Rafael Nadal. Just like Rafael Nadal.

And Remind You Every Minute Of The Future Isn't Written, Not Yet.

It has been a hell of a weekend. And to wake up this morning and finally think, "Oh my god, it's Monday, and for once, I don't hate it. I can't go through this. It's going to be great." Feels great. Refreshing. Exciting.
So. It has been a wonderful ride last three days, continuous gathering, non-stop. Three different groups, can you imagine that? Pardon me for the enthusiasm, I just had so much fun. So real, after months.

On Friday. Was our little gathering at Christina's house. TO COOK! Just among us, the family. Me, Christina, Sze Yin, Kuan Jon, Bryan Ong, Brian Teoh, Eu Jian, Kern Yen, and Vincent. It was havoc, really. Kuan Jon was the chief chef, and BRILLIANT he was. Kinda embarassing for me, who can't really cook. I can cook, but just not enough confidence to do it big. I still need my mom, though. (But wait, I DID successfully cook fried rice the week before, and even though there's room for improvement, I should be proud. HAHA.) So Kuan Jon did this brilliant pasta with the name I can hardly pronounce, with the help of Sze Yin, and there was the potato salad with such lovely complexity, I LOVED IT, also his. And I got the garlic bread rolling. Bryan Ong worked on his mushroom soup, a proud achievement. So, the garlic bread, mushroom soup, pasta, potato salad, fried fish, and Kern Yen got his apple crumble done, which was really really good. Oh right, and before we started on the main dishes, Kuan Jon, Christina, Sze Yin and me made a batch of tiny chocolate cupcakes. Nice one! There, I've listed the entire menu (Oh right, sparkling water for drinks.) it felt like a wonderful achievement, something we are proud off. To actually gather cook together, so much joy in it. Sort of like we go for some outdoor camping. Thanks to Christina, we managed to pull it off. There were complications and arguments and confusions in the build up to this day, and at some point I wasn't even looking forward to it! But hey, we got it all together, hallelujah. :)

The setting. Thanks to a VERY paranoid Christina Gan. Hahah.

Apple crumble!

My friends right there, they are made of amazing souls. Part of the reason I actually pulled myself together to go to college every morning. And I can't imagine that it could possibly be the end of us. Sure, I might say that we can meet outside, go for gatherings, movies, but will it be the same? I doubt it. Sighs. There's a line in this song titled Gold Forever, "We can rule this world someday somehow, but we'll never be as bright as we are now." So much truth to it, just so much. It's what I had thought about when I was twelve and primary school came to an end and we were reluctant to leave our best friends behind. It's the same thought, in fact much much stronger and believable when we said, we are definitely going to keeping in touch after secondary school. In fact, ten years from now, we'll gather and celebrate. It's just below two years now, and everyone has moved on. The some of us, survived though. One had to just take the responsibility of hosting the gathering, and then everything will just fall into place. I got my secondary friends to gather at our neighbourhood shopping mall on Saturday. Weird enough seeing everyone doing different things, with different goals. What if we were to have the exact gathering again, ten years from now? Who will have gotten married and started a family? Or who would have hit their jackpot, gotten lucky ten times over when a four leaf clover fell upon their steps? Are we all still going to stay in this country? Frightening thought, the future is. EVERYONE'S GOING TO LEAVE! That's one scream that never goes wrong. Just wondering.
For now, we have Christina, Kuan Jon, Sze Yin, Bryan, Brian, Vincent, Kern Yen and Eu Jian. Oh, and me of course. Four aspiring doctors, a dentist, a nutritionist, a pharmacistorwhateversciencerelatedfieldshe'sstillnotsureof, a computer programmer and the good ol' godknowsifthatwilleverhappen lawyer. I wonder if we'll still be the same crazy group we are now. A group of perverted ever-disgusting idiots, strong-bonded bromances, swooning fangirls, Spongebob-idolising kids stuck in grown-ups' figures, yeah, THAT group. Spend just a couple of hours together, I assure you that you'll be completely mind-blown thinking how the hell are these idiots gonna become doctors or dentists. But mark my word, they are going become great people. You don't often meet people you KNOW how to have fun in unique ways. We are practically a huge group of misfits, and that is probably something to be proud of. And I guess I'm just lucky enough to have found a family of friends who don't drink, club and do every typical teenager stuff society thinks that all of us do today. Instead we remain the very few to parade the child on our heart on our proud sleeves. Problem?
15th of June sounds so final. Like the end of us. Hoping that prom will be a night to remember. What with our table consisting of quite the number of prom king nominees. IDIOTS.

We also got to celebrate the chef-of-the-day's belated birthday. 

I'm definitely gonna miss them.

"Promise me, you stay the way, you are. Keep the fire alive, and stay young at heart."


Life, is made of moments like these. People like these. We laugh, sing, dance, breathe, experience, cry, remember. Only then, I remember who I am, who I was. And possibly who I will be. Experiences AND people.