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excuse me for the lack of updates lately... i just don't feel like writing much  =b

Real Steel Review

Awesomness!!!  went to watch this movie last tuesday night with my sisters and cousins.. n it's one of the best.. Real Steel is basically bout robot fighting starring Hugh Jackman and Dakota Goyo taking the role as Charlie Keaton and Max Keaton respectively..

apparently human boxing has become irrelavant as spectators want more action and entertainment n robots gave them the option of fighting till the end (i.e. till the death). The two main characters stumbled into a sparring Generation 2 robot named Atom and as a former boxer himself, Charlie trained Atom to be a fighting robot.. i like how the movie unfolds n the story doesn't seem to slow down.. it keeps the energy going, with Max providing the most entertaining moment.. the graphics of the robots are A-mazing and the fights seems so real with the sound effects and all..

another ups for this movie is that it doesn't have that sappy romantic storyline most movies seems to have... even the scenes about the father and son relationship was kept to a minimum, with just enough human touch.. cuz frankly speaking, if i wanted drama, i would go watch a dramatic movie and not Real Steal... hope i didn't give too much away but this is definitely a must-see movie.. i rate it 9/10 n would definitely watch it again.. after watching the movie, mohsin said he felt like punching someone hahaha and it's true.. the movie gives u so much energy, u can feel it even after it ends... so go watch it now...

Quote of the Week

"Compassion is the basis of morality" --- Arthur Schopenhauer

James Franco

it's like i'm in high school all over again here,
all those years of growing up seemed to just disappear,
i'm sitting in this corner, trying to hold back my tears,
waiting for you to come save me, my dear.


he was in my mind when i thought of this, i know it's random...

I'm Lost For Words

updates: it was reported that the woman pulling the kid to the side went and searched for help after doing so... kudos to u then.. appologies for not knowing so earlier... read a report from CNN here..

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it's all over the Internet and it's heartbreaking.. it's devastating.. it's shocking.. it gets u sad and so angry... a 3 year old child was run over by a van.. but not your typical hit and run case cuz the people walking by just ignored her..  how could u walk-by, see a child laying on the ground helplessly, and just walk a way?? how can u fucking walk away from that?? it's inhuman!! and she was still freaking moving!! clearly she's alive and should be saved immediately.. pulling her to the side? what good does it do? a simple phone call would do.. even an anonymous one.. at least get her some help.. *sob sob*  Watched it with my lil sister yesterday..  it's very disturbing to know such people exist in this world.. didn't catch it on news, but papa said she survived but is in very critical condition.. i hope she lives a healthy and happy life.. i noe it's doubted, but i hope she won't grow up and see that video as she'll be traumatic enough surviving it.. to know that there was at least 5 people who walked on by and did nothing, it's just not right..

what have we become?

The Little Things

I've always been a sucker for little things.. i tend to appreciate them more.. to me, sometimes small gesture could go along way n have a greater impact on you.. i guess i'll look for that in a relationship.. people who appreciates little things..

up to now, i think the sweetest thing my whole family has done for me was during one of my birthday.. n i've had massive birthdays before, dated way back in London when i had my party in McDonald's.. i remember having Laura as my birthday gift (that's a dolls' name to those who don't noe hehehe) i've had other moderate celebrations with friends.. n not forgetting those usual birthdays when nothing seems to be a big deal n everything in life seems to go on normally..

but to this day, i think there's one that'll stick on my mind, for as long as i will remember (pretty sure i've mentioned this previously) it was the day we decided to have a simple lunch at Dave's Deli OU.. normal place to eat n nothing special about it.. but that day, we all wore purple.. my dad had his purple shirt on, my mum wore her purple baju kurung, n my 2 sisters were wearing purple tops.. Izad even went inside the room and asked me to change.. so there we were, in Dave's Deli.. all in purple..

why purple? cuz it's my favourite colour  =D  i love my family..

RIP Jack Marshall

*sob sob* first heard about him when i started following Jack Wilshere's twitter.. Jack was diagnosed with a brain tumour at such a tender age and passed away this morning at just 6 years old.. it's such a sad thing to know that there's kids out there dying, and so young too..

Jack Wilshere keeps tweeting pics of them together which is so touching.. an article i read recently made me cry.. will it be a crime posting it here rather than linking it? my blog, my call  =b

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Jack Wilshere knows some things ARE a matter of life and death. That’s why he had to help young Jack Marshall

MAYBE it is because he has encountered tragedy in his life before that Jack Wilshere has done what he has done for little Jack Marshall and his family. Maybe it is because Wilshere’s uncle, a young man who was more like a brother to him, was killed in a car crash at just 16.

“I had just played my first game for England Schoolboys and I was so happy and so thrilled,” Wilshere says. “Then we got the news. My uncle was a passenger in a car that went out of control. It was the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

Or perhaps it’s because the Arsenal midfielder, the brightest young talent in English football, has known since the start of the year that he was to become a father himself. Perhaps it’s because since his son, Archie, was born a fortnight ago, he has understood even more keenly just how precious is the gift of life.

“When we got Archie,” Wilshere says, “it made me realise even more what Jack’s family are going through. “Everyone hopes that what has happened to Jack will never happen to their kid. “All I wanted was for Archie to be healthy when he was born but I still worry about him all the time, anyway. “We check him over and over again at night. What’s happened to Jack is every parent’s worst nightmare.”

What happened to Jack Marshall, a beautiful, brave, loving child who has touched many, many people with his courage and his cheerfulness, was a brain tumour. A tumour that transformed him from a carefree little boy obsessed with football in general and Manchester United in particular to a six-year-old kid clinging desperately to life.

What happened to him is that after surviving an operation to remove the primary tumour, he learned to walk again by tottering after a football sent by Sir Alex Ferguson. What happened to him is that the brain tumour, a form of cancer which kills more kids in the UK than any other variation of the disease, began growing and spreading again.

And six months ago, the hospital sent him back to his home in Scunthorpe and told his parents, Tracey and Craig, and his elder brother Josh, 12, that Jack would be dead within days. So while Tracey and Craig have been trapped in a living hell, Jack has defied the doctors’ predictions by fighting on and on. And his parents have devoted every moment to caring for him, trying to make every day special for him, while they watch him fade.

To add to their anguish and for reasons only the kids involved could explain, some local boys have begun to bully Josh since his brother became ill. A couple of months ago, he was beaten up in the local park while he was playing football.

Many people in sport have been kind. Rio Ferdinand helped to arrange a visit for Jack and his family to the Manchester United training ground. Wayne Rooney has worn a Jack Marshall wristband to raise awareness of the ­prevalence of brain tumours and encourage their early detection. And Serena Williams ­organised tickets for Jack and his family to meet her at Wimbledon in the summer and watch her play.

Wilshere, though, has been a constant. He might be 19 but he has showed the kind of caring that most people only discover later in life. I have visited Jack Marshall and sat at his bedside and it is not comfortable seeing a child enduring such suffering. It is difficult emotionally, particularly if you have never been close to that kind of pain and misfortune.

The easy thing, particularly for a teenager with the football world at his feet, would be to turn away, to keep the kid at arm’s length. But Wilshere didn’t do that. He became aware of Jack’s plight through Twitter but he didn’t stop at supportive tweets or expressions of concern.

When Jack Marshall and his family made the journey south to watch the tennis at Wimbledon, Wilshere and his mum, Kerry, met them later in their trip and spent a day with them.

“My mum cried the whole way home,” Wilshere says. “There was something about Jack. It’s obvious, I suppose, but his strength in adversity was inspiring.”

Wilshere kept in touch. Aware that the family desperately needed a break from the strain of their day-to-day struggle, he invited them to watch Arsenal in the pre-season Emirates Cup at the end of July. They went round to Wilshere’s house for a barbecue and met Wilshere’s dad, Andy, too. They joked with Wilshere about the sleepless nights he was about to endure with the arrival of his baby.

Their own sleepless nights are different. They get up with their boy in the early hours, too, to give him medicine that keeps him alive. His wakefulness is limited now. Every time Wilshere sees him, he notices Jack is less and less able to talk. Little Jack sleeps most of the day. His world is contracting as Wilshere’s opens up before him.

In mid-August, Wilshere invited Jack and his family down to London again for the Champions League qualifier against Udinese.

And then, when he heard about what was happening to Josh, Wilshere and a friend made the journey up to Scunthorpe and took him to the park to watch him kick a football around. The kid who beat Josh up was there. His mouth dropped open when he saw him hanging out with the man who is tipped by Alan Shearer to be England captain one day.

“Josh is only 12,” Wilshere says. “No kid should have to endure what he has. His brother’s brave and he’s brave, too.”

Tracey Marshall finds it hard to express how much gratitude she feels towards Wilshere.

“Josh will come home and say ‘can I give Jack a ring’,” Tracey says. “If Jack’s busy, he’ll explain to him and say he will call him back. And he always calls back. For me, that is a little bit of light in all this darkness.

“Jack Wilshere has done more for us than he will ever know. When he invited us to London, he gave us the reason and the means to get out and just have a few days away as a family.

“I have told him how much it means to us but I’m not sure if he realises properly. I can’t put into words what he has done.

“Seeing a little child very poorly is not easy. He does not have to do it. He could have looked away. Some people pretend our Jack is just not there but Jack Wilshere has never done that.

“We have seen Josh come in from school really upset and down because of what’s going on. And then Jack has rung and suddenly he has a massive smile on his face. I can’t do that for him but Jack can.”

Wilshere has a tattoo on his wrist as a tribute to the uncle who was like a brother to him. “James Marshall 1990-2006”, it says. “The name’s a strange ­coincidence,” Wilshere says.

Maybe it’s another reason why he has taken the little boy and his family to his heart.

The truth is, the reason doesn’t really matter.

What matters is that an England footballer who didn’t need to help has given comfort to a family who found it where they had least expected.

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sad, ain't it? huhuhuh 

this just shows that above all, Arsenal players are way better than MU players hahahaha

Jack Marshall, u will be missed #Jacksarmy

The Worst Thing To Date

*sigh*  it sucks big time when u think u did everything there could be done to make sure u hand in a proper task, but then in fact u overlooked a couple of thing, that just so happen to be super crucial, and end up handing in something with the wrong info...  u'll have two option, to admit ur mistake and be upfront, or leave it as it is n pray that no one will notice.. it doesn't takes a genius to figure out what the right thing to do will be.. but it does takes a lot of guts to do it.. in some cases, i just might have the guts.. but in this case, the extent of the mistake seems too careless to be able to be get up and say it..

even at the start of this phase of life, my dad advised me with something that relates to this.. take whatever they give with the belief that u could do it.. admit ur mistake and take own the responsibility of it  *sigh*  why do u have to be so true  =s   might be the worst thing i've done with this job to date..

Quote of the Week

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” --- Neil Gaiman

::L-O-V-E:: (lazy post)

if someone ask you, "are you in love?", what would you say? could you be single and still answer yes?

where should one even begin? it's so subjective.. it's simple yet complicated at the same time.. it's everything jumbled up to one.. everything written here would be from my point of view and scattered.. u may not agree with it, but it doesn't matter.. we don't live the same way, raised the same way.. our perception will bound to be different...

let's face it, there's a whole kinda love out there.. there's blood and there's water... there's the love for ur family and other relatives, and there's also the love for your friends and that certain someone.. i think i could categorise myself as a person who loves her family hardcore, cuz like i always say, i'm obsess with them.. i could barely comprehend working long hours n not spend time with them even when living in the same house, what more living without them.. i have a special place within me for extended families too.. i have horrendous thoughts sometimes, one that i could never utter out loud, cuz it scares the shit out of me.. it dwells up in my head sometimes and although i try to keep it out of my mind, i know it's inevitable..

as for my dearest frens, they'll always have an impact on me.. i've grown throughout the years with frens by my side, no matter how often they come and go, no matter they stay the same or they differ, n no matter how much i tell myself i have none.. truth is, i've always had company..  i wasn't the kid who sat alone in class or had lunch alone.. i wasn't that typical loner u watch in movies.. it's just when i define frens, my definition seems to be deeper than usual.. i tend to limit my labels cuz they're so precious to me.. i've always had a wall.. n i'm selfish enough to want ppl break them to earn that label.. a few have.. maybe not torn down completely, but enough to know there's two sides of me.. the other half maybe not so much known, but definitely not what others see..

is all that love? well, to me it is.. love is a very strong feeling, n that's just what it is.. a feeling.. there's no other way to know it unless u feel it.. it makes things better and could also make things worst... u have a special moment and share it with ur loved ones, that moment will be more meaningful because of their presence and u'll be happier than u'll be with others... then there's time where things don't go the way u plan n ur loved ones hurt u.. the cuts will be deeper n the wounds will heal slower.. it's because u love them so much that makes the pain, sometimes, unbearable.. don't u think? love takes something n times it with 10... 


that's why it's a little intimidating for me.. i have my confort zone n i don't put myself out there in fear that i'll get hurt.. i'm more of an observer.. i like to see things from the sideline.. i've observed a number of relationship n manage to have my own definition n view on things.. i can talk a lot about it without experiencing it.. cuz frankly speaking, it ain't easy.. loving ur family, that's kinda easy, for me at least.. but for the other half, that would be a challenge.. maybe cuz i get bored easily.. maybe i'm too picky? but what can i say, i dun like to let strangers in  =b




which brings me to another thought on marriage....
what's your take on that?
-lazy post-