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.

I Want The Ride Of My Life, Want To Reach The Speed Of Light

Where to start, where to start.
I embarked on a journey, and no, I can't say it has been a very exciting experience for me. Because.. it hasn't. Not really. I remain adamant, that this has to be the biggest mistake I have done in my life throughout the entire 18 years of my life. Probably will live as the biggest mistake for all those coming decades. So now it has ended,  there's supposed to be relief, shouldn't there? I only feel numb. Like it's nothing. These one and a half years, apparently my body and mind just froze up and refused to response. So much, I regret. Just so much.
And naturally, I'd rather not talk about it.
Yeah, I'm just being a tad dramatic. LOL. I'm done with college. Done with A-levels. Although I don't think that is for sure. Finals. WERE JUST THAT HORRIBLE. It's so bad, it's seems ridiculous! Yeah well.
Still feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. But, oh well.
Nevertheless, despite the feeling of nothingness when I left college, (probably not for good, but I AM leaving some amazing people behind) the break feels wonderful.
No more waking up early in the morning and cursing at the time for passing so fast.
No more worrying about not having done my homework and what would the lecturers do to me.
No more feeling hopeless, worthless, no more hateful emotions.
No more, no more for now.
Feels great. And I've swore that everyday, is going to be an achievement. Like doing something new. Doing something productive. In creative terms. Doing something exciting.
So much I could do at home.
The coming Friday, there's this cooking together plan going on with my college mates. How cool is it, that we gather at a friend's house, and we cook together, and then enjoy them immediately afterwards. From mushroom soup to gruelling pastas. Sounds winning. :)
Plus Saturday's gathering. THAT WILL BE A VERY EXCITING ONE! Those old buddies. Those who came from the period I missed my life the most. Aaah well.
And Sunday, family gathering. My young cousins will be coming over. That'll be fun.
So much to do, so much. And I want to take all of it in. Hold on to it.

LIFE.
Because you see, life never stops. It goes on and on and on. Everything might be falling out of sorts in YOUR life, but have you thought about how pretty insignificant you really are in reality? If you don't, do yourself a favour and go look up at the skies outside your house now. It could be more profound if it's at night, the stars even with their twinkling little form, are enough to make you feel inferior. Theory of relativity. That's how Einstein got his idea, I suppose.
So often, I feel that life is being very very unfair to me. But then I read of all those success stories. And I learn that the stories, are not complete without pain and hard times. Either they were not born in bed of roses, or there's the ultimate fall from grace. Either way, it requires a timely climb. It requires being made fun of. It requires suffering. It got me thinking maybe, just maybe, I'm on the right path. Until people come and tell me, " You know that girl? Well she's had a perfect record of all As' in all her major exams in her life. Her parents must be so proud of her." That girl just finished her local Matriculation and got 4 flats. LOCAL MATRICULATION. Then they go, "Wow look at all of them, going to do medicine. They must be so smart." "All of them are going to be doctors." GOOD GOING, THERE. It has come to the point where it irritates me so much, I could possibly release the Hulk within me, but I decided I should be level-headed. Like Captain America. Screw what you think, your name isn't Deena, is it? And then I breathe. And smile. And pray. Hoping so much that what I've chosen, is the right one. You see, I don't intend to live through society's idea of success, study, work, get married, buy a house, have children, die. I want to see the world. Like, really see it. Praying everyday I'll get the chance. Hoping God would be patient with me. I want to make a difference in ANOTHER'S life, not just mine.
Most importantly, I want to love doing what I do, have fun with it. Trust me, if I'm going to be a doctor, I'll only be on the highway to a mental asylum. If that ever happens, I'm going to become Joker.
Because no way am I getting tied down.

"I'll do something epic, and they won't forget it, good enough's not good enough for me." -Rocket

"Big Man In A Suit Of Armour, Take That Off, What Are You?" "A Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist." "I KNOW MEN WITH NONE OF THAT WORTH TEN OF YOU."

Now how long has it been since I've last posted something... that is worth reading? It all has been loads of whining, and The Wanted and Fernando Torres. Please forgive me. A-Levels is making me feel more dumb as it goes. Like I've lost all my intellectual abilities these past one and a half years. Not that there's anything dumb with Fernando Torres and The Wanted. THEY ARE INCREDIBLE. Oh goodness. Anyway this post, is not any intellectual than my past recent posts. Just wanting to say hi, I'm still alive, Fernando Torres seems to be getting better and that, I can't help feeling very proud of, I've got just 24 days to the end of this ridiculous course I've befallen with, (yeah, nothing's EVER my fault.), and possibly my life will be alot better after that. I hope. Seriously, right now, I can't think freely like I used to. Freedom goes as far as to speak about sports, my favourite athletes and teams, and music, artists I love and dislike, and that's it. Perhaps after this I shall make a comeback and together we shall unlock the mysteries of life. And make plans for world domination. And probably another facelift for this blog, it's just so damn depressing. WHAT WAS I THINKING?! Right now though, I've got to get on studying. A task I deem extremely difficult.

Loki's probably the most hilarious villain I've come across. Once the younger brother, always the younger brother. Bahahah. I'll leave my swooning over Chris Evans and Hemsworth till after the finals. Hell, I wasn't even supposed to watch The Avengers. But headstrong people get their way around. :) And also dissecting it. Did I mention how bloody awesome the new trailer for The Dark Knight Rises is? 10 million views is just 3 days. MOTHER OF GOD. Blockbuster of the decade, definitely. Chris Nolan, is a genius. Leonardo Da Vinci of movies. We could do with more of his movies. For now, peace out. :)

D-D-D-Drink It If You Can!

How can I go on without a shoutout to Nathan James Skyes?
HELL NO, I CAN'T.
Nathan Skyes, the boy has grown on me. And not because of his looks or whatsoever. I mean, he's not a Greek godlike beauty, but how could anyone who is aware of his existence, resist him?
Ohkay, exaggeration, I know.
But really, his only 19 and when you hear him sing, you'll be dumbfounded, I assure you. Such a big voice for someone who started singing so young. You wouldn't believe it's the voice of a nineteen year old. Or seventeen. If you watched the videos from 2 years ago.
And he is not afraid to say whatever he likes. Wears his heart on his sleeves, this one does.
And and and Nathan Skyes alone can beat all five members of One Direction flat if there ever was a sing-off between them. HE IS JUST SO..
Yeah well.
So he turned NINETEEN! the day before yesterday (18TH OF APRIL!), so... HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NATH.
Fans are crazy about him, and you shouldn't be surprise. This guy, deserves fandom bigger than King of Fandom Justin Bieber himself. But then again, the world today.. you know.
Chin up, Batman. You are amayzing.
Be just the way you are, BOOM, Wanted-style. LOL.
Gosh, fangirling can be so fun. Seriously, you should try it. But but but The Wanted's taken by me, go find someone else. Uhm, Justin Bieber? One Direction? Selena Gomez? Just so I can laugh at you, and facepalm the number of times I'm already doing. Hahah.
Peace out!

P.S- We all have our irrational and utterly dumb and mad side. Just let it gooo.

P.S-Wonder why doesn't Kumar get a Twitter. Just want to see if he's an idiot like Seev. Hahaha.

Think you can tell who is who?  I can. :D

P.P.S- Hazel Kaneswaran is a legend to me. A LEGEND. 

P.P.P.S- Happy belated, Alex Pettyfer. Make good movies, I might forgive you. Might.

I Am Titanium

I just couldn't get myself to blog often as I used to. It's ridiculous, I feel like there's this heavy weight hanging over me, halting my move. A-Levels. I CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO BE OVER. Plus it's different for me as compared to another, it's not the work load that has got us whining or the difficulty level which can kill, I find A-Levels for me pointless. Saying this to my parents, I get the usual emotional drama making me feel guilty. It isn't cheap. You've wasted all the time, and money.. Yeah, I know. But what I really believed in, was never the answer to how I would want to fashion my future. Boohoo. And I'm getting plain sick of this. My choice currently has put me in a position where I'm overlooked, underestimated, mistreated and second-guessed. *inserts the Jackie Chan meme* THAT, is exactly how I feel. What has happened, I myself couldn't comprehend. Honestly? Because of that road I went down. But I see myself elsewhere. My only barrier, A-Levels. All the more reason as to why I'm dying for it to end. Suffocating my potential and belief. I can do better.

Times like this, you've got to convince yourself to keep walking. And I'm grateful for my strong-headedness. The strength in my will. I've turn out quite the rebel. I can see its a huge let down to my father, but if I'm to be the person he expects me of, I know I can't go anywhere. The motivation in life right now, as silly or weird or ridiculous as it might sound, is to be a Bruce Wayne in life. Go ahead, laugh. I was not blessed with a fairy godmother who would help to make decisions, or magical guards to protect me from harm. In life, you seek for inspiration. And I have. In Bruce Wayne. In Peeta Mellark. In Katniss Everdeen. In Harry Potter. In Lewis. in Rafael. In Fernando. Even Tim Tebow. You be a Bruce Wayne, you learn the great lessons in life comes with a fall. You stoop low, a position that people laugh at you. You get back up. You fall into a criminal, get locked up in a Bhutanese prison, agree to learn from the fall, from Ra's a Ghul, and then you become the best at what you do. At the end of the day, you know who you have become. This is merely an analogy, but a relatable one, at that. In life, you can't expect to please everyone. Guilt is just going to hold you down. Tie you and eat you up, you'll never go far. They say, "Live Life With No Regrets." this is one powerful statement, because it changes perception. It changes how one live. But they also say, "Easier said that done." true. But you can try. BUT. This statement has NOTHING to do with the YOLO nonsense those youths who got themselves addicted to drinking and smoking and clubbing say. Logic helps you to think about this, don't try debating. You'd know what's best for you.

I've opened up to a new possibility,in hopes it's realistic enough to work out. Because I know, I'm almost alone in this. Then again, so was Bruce Wayne.

I may appear to be a lost cause in where I am, but don't please yourself with the idea that you'd had me figured out. After all, Bruce Wayne himself was just a facade to cover-up. Batman, is who he really is.

'They say this day wouldn't come. We refused to run, we've only just begun, you'll find us chasing the sun.'

We'll Play Hide And Seek, To Turn This Around.

Fernando Torres scored his first EPL goal since last September. Was screaming and annoying my brothers the entire day about how he scored. I wish I could say that it's safe to say he's back. But I can't. Nothing's ever for sure. Like everything else's that's been going on in my life.

Have you wondered, about the answers to life many questions?
I just don't understand so many things.

If the medical field is about to become extremely saturated with doctors in the near future, AND the course isn't easy at all, AND the pay for being a doctor is so NOT proportional to the work load, and medical graduates are actually suffering and pulling their hair out in their course, then why do parents INSIST on sending their kids' for that course? -That's like parents volunteering their children for the Hunger Games.

If what goes around comes around, then why do the  innocent die young, or become a victim to crimes? -If they are innocent, they wouldn't have done anything wrong, would they?

If they say things will become better eventually, then why do some people who were born poor, die poor? -They could be working their butts off day and night making ends meet, and still go nowhere.

How about those who caused another pain to eat on silver platter every night? They still died in a golden coffin. -Talk about justice.

Or why do some people turn their noses up when another bowed their head in terms of niceties?-Is being nice so damn hard?

And and and why do people say that when they go clubbing and drinking, they are merely living their life, because apparently, 'you only live once.'-I had no idea getting drunk is what my life is all about.

And where will people go with all the money and luxuries in the world, when that is all they make of their aims in life these days.-Erm would the figures in your bank also ensure you comfort in the afterworld?

And there's so much more, I can never understand. Not yet, maybe. Not yet.

All there is left to do is... keep walking.

And If You Know, How Do You Get Out From An All Time Low?

Now, LIFE. You never really can understand it. And everything just goes haywire the moment you step out of high school. You enter that line which screams, ' YOU ARE A FREAKIN' ADULT NOW!' and everything just feels... disorientated. Like you don't know what are you doing anymore. Like you don't know where will you be going. Like the fear in you. Like you want to scream at everything and everyone around you.
Some days, makes me feel that way. Because, I'm frightened, you know. I have lost the confidence in life. Hardly ever, have I felt this way while I'm still.. under eighteen? High school was a simple life. I didn't regret not spending it well enough, because I think I did. I learn alot of things, I made great friends. I had fun moments and fell in love with them. But maybe, just maybe, I didn't learn enough.
This one year in college taught me more about life than the previous seventeen year, I suppose. Like how it's impossible to juggle things like you are suppose to. Or like, how people change. And then they don't give a damn. They walk away. Some look down on you, because apparently THEY ARE COOLER THAN ME!, some find a new best friend and say hey you are not that important to me. Many of them, take you for granted.
That hurts, when you can't quite fit it, where you want to. Instead, you have to ride solo. And then there's people pushing you away. You feel, lost.
Messed up, bad.
I want to be in control of my emotions, but sometimes, it's just soooo blardy hard. WHY. I want to be.. like Peeta Mellark. (Btw, I'm going to watch the movie this Friday. Or Sunday.) Unselfishly giving your life and devotion for the benefits of another. Like, why do I care what I feel? It's only going to hurt me. At least, being Peeta, you make sure another person sees the light. So far, I couldn't really get myself to be that way, but I'm trying.
I've a whole life to expect, to be excited about. But here I am, sitting and mopping around about how unfair the world is. Hate myself for it. I've got big dreams. But, I'm letting the tough life to knock me down. My studies, it's SUFFERING! Seems like I've fallen a long way from who I used to be. And it's SO. DAMN. HARD. TO. GET. BACK. UP. THERE. Why is it so hard to focus? Maybe I don't want to grow up. Don't want to accept reality. Yeah, and then there's me, who's so often stuck in her daydreams. Stupid. How to get a grip on life. SO HARD.
So, really, I'm not having the best of time in my life, but... I find myself being grateful to some things in life. Like my crazy family. Or my crazy friends. YOU TOO, RACHEL SAW! Like little surprises I get. Like the big thing, this Saturday. Like F1, tennis, football, which keeps me on my mark. Adrenaline. Like, The WANTED! who keeps me happy on the days I can't lift myself up from my bed. Music, the best therapy always. Ed Sheeran, Joe Brooks, all of it. My iPod, now that's one thing that's worth a million. Ahh well. Life.

Here's to why living life as crazy idiots actually makes more sense than being the emo kid in the block. You have a lot of fun, you don't lose yourself. You become a great person, inside, and out. You feel like butterflies! I know, it doesn't make any sense. Life doesn't either.

And I can't quite decide which is my favourite The Wanted on The Wanted video. Yeah, and here's five more crazy dudes. So, just be crazy. Hahah.

Here's A Toast To My Dandelion in the Spring, My inspiration.

First things, first.
A very very very very happy 28th birthday to the one and only Fernando Torres. Well, you do know how much I LOVE him. And pretty much nothing really could disrupt my 'love' for him, even at some point he might be the world suckiest footballer. People tend to hate a person who does not do what he is expected of, easily. And Fernando here, got a bad taste of it. Being the Liverpool fan, I am supposed to hate him to his guts, just like the rest of them. But, I don't. They say he's a traitor. He left to a rival club. For the sake of money. You know, he said he wants to leave Liverpool even before the 50 million price tag was put on his head. He wasn't happy being at Liverpool. But what do people know? You left, you are a traitor. And then he suffered. Long droughts of goalless reputation. He became a joke to many. Fernando Torres, the footballer who can't score. Fernando Torres with the miss of the season. Fernando Torres, the joke of EPL. Honestly? Everytime anyone finds out how much I love him, they always try 'the joke.' All the insults. It's been years now, and it's like this boy has grown on me. Funny, eh? He doesn't even KNOW me. But does it matter? He's an inspiration to me. No one can really KNOW you, really. It's you, and you alone. Fernando Torres appear to me, a human who, well, is being human. He faces challenges in life, he rose to fame, he fell out of grace, he's hurt by life, he lost the faith of some. But, he never gave up. That is a quality that puts him above the talented great players.
Fernando got himself a birthday gift two days before, 2 goals, 2 assist, probably a renewed confidence, winning back fans' faith, and a replenished reputation. The cheer in the stadium when he scored. It was then people remembered, who he was. The brilliant striker people once feared. The man who tore down the defenses of rivals, the man who became a legend at Liverpool. He was the best thing Liverpool had in the new millennium, and no one replaced him even after he left. Watching the match, I felt proud. AND there was hope.

Happy Birthday, Fernando. You've been a great inspiration to me, probably in ways no one could understand, but you will always have my faith. Please don't give up. I'm afraid of losing you, just like all faithful fans out there.

 

Fernando Torres, is more than just his pretty face, you know. Behind that impassive face on screen, there's a war raging. Just like many of us. He's human. Try standing in his shoes, before you put words to describe him. Him and the rest of the world.

"When you judge another person, it isn't really defining THEM. It's defining YOURSELF." 

(Not that I'm a saint, and do not judge anyone. I do. But I don't degrade them for something they are NOT. I give them credit to where they are due. Like.. Vettel. Or Button. I might not like them much, but I don't go saying they a piece of shit. Or rubbish. Funnily, these two used to be my favourites. All that, once upon a time.)

You Treat Me Like A Stranger And It Feels So Rough

What if you are living a life that is scarce of love and compassion from the people around you, that it aches you to live?
What if people don't believe in you?
What if people around you exist to bring you down?
What if life screws you over and over?
What if you find yourself with no one to bring you up when you fall down?
What of during the darkest hours, you find yourself alone?
What if you find that there's no one out there who would make an effort just to see you smile?
What if people don't care what they say will only hurt you?
What if people don't really care about what YOU have to say?
What if people just care to belittle your dreams, saying you'll never achieve them?
What if people think you are only worthless?


You don't give up.
You count your blessings.
You try and ignore these people around you, because one day, you know you'll be out there making another's life a better one.
You will work to be the sunshine in another's life, even if there's barely any left in yours.
You will show them that a person is made of her or his heart, not the amount of money in her or his bank, or the car they are driving.
You will be the reason behind another's smile, even when there's no one behind yours.
You will make the better part of the world.
Your voice, will be out there only for those who are willing to listen to it.
You, alone, will see the beauty the world has to offer, and make the best of it.
When people brings you down, all you need to is smile, and breathe.
You CAN walk alone, you will keep walking, because you KNOW you can survive, you will survive.
At the end of the day, that is the biggest achievement one can be proud of.
To look back and said, I survived this far, when no one else believed that I could. :)