I'm cheating a lil bit (JUST A LITTLE) coz I'm not even done with my London-Paris trip... but hehs. Cannot help it, coz the photos from that trip banyak sangat... and it takes a lot of time to pick the most interesting ones to publish AKA the photos where I don't look so much like a bloated hot air balloon. And then me needs to do some editing and yadda yadda.
I usually don't edit my pictures, but I do DO it when I'm not entirely satisfied with the composition of it all. I don't use Photoshop. For the reason that I don't even KNOW how to use it, andddd because I honestly believe that I would use that amount of editing power for evil. Of what kind? Editing out the extra fat on muh bodehhh. Nyahah.
I know. I'm officially one of the girls who are influenced by the idea of a perfect body image by the media. Sad, innit? :-( In which case, that reminds me that I hadn't been to gym AT ALL this week, despite having ate more than I did the week before. Hurrrr.
OKAY SO! Football match. Heck yeah, lets get to that.
What happened was, early yesterday morning, I found out through friends' statuses on Facebook saying that there was going to be a match between Malaysia and Pakistan at Stadium Shah Alam. And wehh dah dekat, so I thought; Rather than doing what I usually do at night (which is... lounging around AKA being lazy) why not I go lahh watch this match kan.
Moreover after Malaysia won the AFF Suzuki Cup (IDEK if this is right, but I can't be bothered to Google) and they won when playing against Hong Kong a few nights before.
So I asked my mother where our neighbour gets his tickets from coz he had been to the match(es) before... which resulted in her calling him, and... telling me that I should tag along with him, his son, and my brother.
And I was like... OKAY THIS IS GOING TO BE AWKWARD.
Okay, this neighbour is ours is definitely no stranger to our household. But to me: Well, yeah, kinda. Coz I don't spend a lot of my days at home ever since we moved to Shah Alam. The reason being I was in boarding school, and right after that I was in Pahang and followed by Egypt.
Obviously enough, I missed out on a lot of neighbour-y activities like regular visits, and open house and all that shiznit. So yeah I concluded earlier on that the situation in which I watch football with someone I'm not entirely comfortable with would be all kinds of AWKWARD. More so when the both of us are going to be the only 'adults' coz my brother and his son is like, ten / eleven years old. Statistics (that I cannot prove no matter how hard you beg) shows that there is this sort of unsaid implication that I am suppose to say something to said neighbour.
If I am AT ALL a person who is interested in local football, then maybe-lah, I can whip up a conversation...
OKAY YOU GUYS WTF THE STORY IS LONG SO WHY ON EARTH AM I WASTING ALL MY ENERGY TYPING PARAGRAPHS AND PARAGRAPHS EXPLAINING THE AWKWARD SITUATION I WAS UNPREPARED TO GO THROUGH WITH MY NEIGHBOUR.
And just to get your attention back, I will provide you with a photo. Nahhh:
I even edited this okay.
:-)
Thats Khairul Fahmi. I just found out about him that day itself. Coz I didn't want to be THAT incompetent. I also read his girlfriend's blog. Which honestly, and this is MY opinion and my opinion only, and so you may not agree; Is a pain to go through.
Its not that I don't like reading blogs that are written in Malay, I do. But the way she writes just irks me, y'know. My reaction towards her writing is similar to one I would have had if I encounter someone who uses the EW language on FB, Twitter, SMS, etc.
You know, macam: Kitew sukew gilew keuw teuw.
But yett again... BACK TO THE ORIGINAL TOPIC.
After taking a shower, I told my sister Nadia that I was gonna wear a red jersey and so we did. (I should perhaps tell you that at this point, she is personally hand-picked by my mother to tag along as well.)
Until she told me that Malaysia's jersey colour is either yellow or blue. I did what everyone does to get information: Google. And yes. Malaysia's jersey IS yellow / blue. So I Googled for the colour that the Pakistanis would be donning that night.
And I blame Google for the inaccuracy, coz in one of the squad pictures that come up from that search shows the 'Pakistani' team wearing red. So I was like, WTF I CAN JUST IMAGINE PEOPLE STARING AT US WHEN WE ENTER THE STADIUM COZ WE'RE OBVIOUSLY MALAYSIANS BUT WE ARE WEARING RED, INDICATING THAT WE ARE SUPPORTING THE OPPOSING TEAM.
We honestly don't own a lot of yellow jerseys. Not a lot of blue either.
So we settled with black and white. -_____-" Neutral baby, neutral.
At the VERYYY last minute, 8.30 pm to be exact, I decided to ask my friends @ejaibrahim @luluhana @hahawawa whether they would be interested in joining our little excursion. Initially I just wanted to get away from having to carpool with Le Neighbour, but it was a good idea. They were all up for it, luckily enough. I think the 10 MYR tickets helps a lot. Nyahaha.
Coz we're all cheap like that. Hoorah.
And sooo my sister gathered one of her friends as well, and by coming across my cousin @shashaheera's tweet about the match, I invited her to join as well.
So ahoy we go, and departed from my house at approximately 2040 hours. Went to pick up my sister's friend, three of mine, and lastly my cousin... causing us to all arrive at the stadium at 2130 hours. An hour and TWO GOALS (from Malaysia, of course) into the game.
We thought; "Ahh who cares, we just wanna make noise in there."
Unfortunately: The entrance gate was already CLOSED SHUT. Thankfully enough, we weren't the only people stranded outside. A lot of people were there with us.
It was disappointing lahhh. And I felt SOOO BADDD coz I was the one who initiated all this and I was the one who drove them all there, so I felt responsible. I knew everyone would've better view of the game from in front of the television set.
Alhamdulillah... just before we decided to just give up (coz security still aren't letting any of us in, despite continuous chants of protests from the males) and just head to a nearest mamak to watch the match, the kind-hearted security decided to let us all in.
Cehh. Kind-hearted kau. Before that when they didn't let us in kemain kutuk kata polis corrupted and penipu segala coz they told us tickets were sold out when COME ON. Obviously memang takkan nak penuh kot stadium if setakat early qualifying matches to the Olympics.
And sooo with THAT, WE GOT IN!! For freeeeee.
Malaysians are sooo bloody cheap I tell you.
And the stadium was practically empty. -___________-" And now Imma show y'all some random photos I took using a Canon 50D but looks like it could've come from a cheap Kodak EasyShare or WTV. I ain't photographically talented yo!
Emptyyyyy.
There were a lot more people on the opposite side of the stadium though.
The unchanging scoreboard from when we entered till the match ended.
The small crowd of people in charge of all the chants and singing and gendang tepuk-ing that night.
I honestly cannot remember the last time I sang 'Negaraku'.
-________-"
An injury.
So, along came a stretcher.
Then, along came another stretcher.
And all the whilst the two stretchers were being brought to the injured players, Khairul Fahmi stretched to his heart's content.
He's obviously bored to the max, coz the match looked like it was intentionally set to be played on only ONE side of the field. Malaysia's side was clear. Like. Almost all throughout the game. Which lead me to question this:
Is Malaysia THIS awesome, or the Pakistanis just suck?
Hmmm.
I should probably also explain the Khairul Fahmi picture spam:
(1) He's the only player I know.
(2) My cousin @shashaheera kinda lovesss him, so I took his pictures with the intention to tag her on Facebook or Twitter or something.
Well, hello there number four. You look worthy of a Google search.
*Googles*
Mohd Amirulhadi Zainal. NYAHAHAHA.
Oh he scored a point for Malaysia during the Malaysia VS Hong Kong match.
...........
Okay FML coz the blog I sourced this info from doesn't provide the player's jersey numbers.
So number 4 is not Mohd Amirulhadi Zainal.
-____________-"
I don't even careeee anymoreeeee. WUA.
(Credits to Malaya Tiger Football)
And just like that... the match ends:
The people I was with that night.
(L-R) @shashaheera, @hahawawa, @luluhana, my sister Nadia (who BTW right before this morning shares the same hair as MOI), @ejaibrahim, and Nida (a friend of Nadia).
My fatso self included.
This photo, where yours truly looks very unflattering in *humph* is a little funny coz look at my face... and then look at @ejaibrahim's pose.
WTF. LOL.
After sending my cousin home, the rest of us headed to Fatin Hilmi's family restaurant AKA Al-Khalifah for some refreshments. Loved the mixture of funny and ghost stories at that moment. Though the other people might not have agreed since we were so friggin' loud. I swear.
Memang anak-anak dara tidak beradab.
And now, a photo of where and how I parked my car coz all the nearby parking spaces are full.
Everyone was like, "Sukahati mak bapak kau je park macam ni." LOL. While I personally thought that there was nothing peculiar about parking like this. Its actually one of the most rewarding advantages of owning a 4-Wheel vehicle.
And even if it was peculiar, if you knew my style of driving, you'd know I would've done it anyway. The only thing I haven't done is kiss another car's a**.
Well yes, if you're asking; I have hit a person before.
I'm not kidding. It really happened. That guy was pretty lucky I didn't kill him. And *I* was pretty lucky he didn't press charges. TEEHEE.
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