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03:59pm 15/10/2006
  I have to get this:

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Hello everybody! This is a quick post saying I'm alive. Uni is cool.

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11:44pm 19/09/2006
 
mood: DISTRAUGHT
I haven't updated in a while. A few things have happened, so let's catch up!

Arfan (my brother) got married. It was all quite sudden. I wasn't going to go (my summer plans had already been booked when it was finalised) because my sister needed me in Canada. However, I did manage, with the utmost difficulty (the bloody Paki consulate in Toronto wouldn't give me a freaking visa and the ticket was really hard to get) to get away for a week to go to Lahore for the wedding.

It's been a hectic summer. Ten days with my brother Imran, who lives in San Francisco. Five of those were spent in Lake Tahoe doing all the usual Lake Tahoe things. A week in Toronto (saw LOTR musical!), a week in Lahore, then another week in Toronto. Goddamn. It was stupidly busy. It just stopped being stupidly busy. More on that later.

I'm going to UCL. Starting next week. More on that later.

DAVID GEMMELL HAS DIED. I just found out. I am DEVASTATED. He hasn't finished his last trilogy. He died of coronary artery disease on the 28th July. I know this is silly - really, really silly - but I am distraught. He *is* my favourite author. And... and... *breaks down in tears*
 
     
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Portugal vs Holland   
10:02pm 25/06/2006
  That was... ridiculous.

The hell? What bad refereeing! I mean...

Wow! Sixteen yellows and four reds.

And damn, I feel for Deco and Bronckhorst, partly because I have minor crushes on them both but mostly because that's just so damn unfair. Stupid referee. I mean... THE HELL?

I have a serious problem with FIFA referees.

*tuts*

However, I am so glad Portugal went through. This match has made things easier for England though, no Deco and no Costinha. But, considering the way England played today, will I be surprised if they lose? Fuck no. I'm fully expecting Portugal to go onto the semi-finals. In fact, I'll be STUNNED WITLESS if they don't (kinda like when South Korea beat Italy and Spain [on rather dubious refereeing choices] in 2002).

What are Portugal going to do? OK, let's see, out of their midfield Deco and Costinha are out, Maniche, Figo and Petit are on yellows. I think Ricardo having a yellow is safe and the only defender to have a yellow is Valente - so the defence hasn't been shaken much. But Goddamn - their midfield has been RAPED. What's Scolari going to do? I can't wait for the England - Portugal match. It's going to be really interesting.

Also, what's going to happen to Figo? Will he be allowed to play against England? After all, he was already punished with a yellow and you can't be punished for the same thing twice.
 
     
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11:08pm 22/06/2006
  My sister's in labour right now.

Dude, can't believe I'm not there.

Sucks so damn much.

*nerves*

Also, Ronaldo's back baby. ;)
 
     
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10:11pm 15/06/2006
  Liverpool 2 - 0 Trinidad & Tobago

:P

I have a new phone! It is gorgeously sexy but I'm too much of a dumb fuck to figure out how to actually USE some of its features. I think I need to sit someone down with me to explain... in great detail. Exagerrated hand movements may help.

Anyone up for it?

Also, I am hooked on this song.
 
     
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10:28pm 14/06/2006
 
mood: chipper
Oh, high on diesel and gasoline
Psycho for drum machine
Shaking their bits to the hits oh...
Drag acts, drug acts, suicide
In your dad's suits you hide
Staining his name again oh...
Cracked up, stacked up, 22
Psycho for sex and glue
Lost it to Bostik yeah...
Shaved heads, rave heads, on the pill
Got too much time to kill
Get into gangs and bands oh...

Here they come, the beautiful ones. The beautiful ones la la la....


*dances*

Woo!

I've been trying to study for 14 hours! I've written eight lines!

And if your baby's going crazy
That's how you made me.


Great goal Neuville. *applauds*
 
     
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10:49pm 13/06/2006
  I'd just like to start this entry off with a Mark Lawrenson is a prick. I know I'm quite defensive of any ex-Liverpool member - but that man is a fucking fool.

I've been waiting for Brazil to play for ages. I mean, who hasn't? They are a fantastic team and play sexy football that makes me orgasm. Yes, they are *that* good. They played against Croatia today and I was expecting an entertaining show of them cruising around, showing us all those moves that we've been anticipating. Sadly, I was let down.

Right now, I'd just like to say that I would never rubbish Brazil. I think they are formidable and there is no other team that can boast that they can offer something remotely similar.

OK, so today Brazil's starting team was, typically, immense. Ronaldo, Cafu, Ronaldinho, Kaka, Lucio, Emerson etc etc but their perfomance lacked all pazazz. It was... strange. Really flat and, as (the absolutely fantastic Alan Hansen said) mediocre. Oh, they did the job alright but just by doing the bare minimum. And what was going on with Ronaldo? It was awful. Did he move? Well, just about. He made one great strike and then... Oh look at that, he's standing around DOING NOTHING. This scares me. The last time I saw Ronaldo playing like this was in the 1998 World Cup Finals against France*. Kaka and Cafu, for me, were the only players that really shone out in this match. Overall I'm disappointed and a little baffled. Everytime Brazil play I just want them to do magnificently well. I *really* enjoy watching them. Everyone says it, and it's true, Brazil is everybody's second favourite team (after their own national team). So after today's performance I'm left feeling unfulfilled and a bit down.

Croatia, however, did damn well (for them). They had their moments where they actually scared Brazil. Mostly they were kept under control by them but I have to give a shout out to Prso. He was the one, especially towards the end, who was making all the chances. It was great seeing him play.

So back to Brazil. I'm not going to be a fool and write them off for the rest of the tournament. It's the first game. They're up against Croatia. So I suppose naturally they're not going to try very hard because hey, they don't need to. (Even so, I've seen them play against teams like Scotland, and they still played well, showing off their skills.) I'll be watching Ronaldo closely (yes, even more than I normally do) from now on and see how his health is faring. His performance today scared me - I don't want anything to be wrong with Ronaldo. He worked so hard to get his fitness level back up for the last World Cup (you know, after the 1998 fiasco) but even so, he will never be as good as he was before that fateful season. Even so, despite not being able to play up to 100% to his ability, he is one of the best strikers in the world. He managed to win the Golden Boot four years ago after all. Anyway, I've gone off on a tangent. As I was saying, I'm not going to write Brazil off. I still believe that in matches to come they (and especially Ronaldo) will silence critics everywhere. They are not, as Gary Linekar said, past their best.

* During the 1998 World Cup, Ronaldo was Nike's main sponser. However he suffered a serious injury before hand and was pumped with all sorts of shit before the tournament kicked off so that he could star in it. This stress eventually led to him having a seizure before the finals. Roberto Carlos actually saved his life because Ronaldo was choking on his own tongue before Roberto Carlos intervened. He was forced to play in the finals and arrived for the match just two hours before it started, from the hospital. Watching him play (he was struggling to walk) was horribly agonising, and since then he isn't as good as he once was. Still damn good though mind. Remember 2002?
 
     
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09:41pm 06/06/2006
  If I gave birth today, I'd *so* call my kid Damien.  
     
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*is totally wasting time*   
11:25pm 05/06/2006
 
mood: spontaneous!

You prefer Spontaneous sex!


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01:46pm 04/06/2006
 

Two exams tomorrow.

Must. Start. Revising.

 
     
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Also, one final note   
01:31pm 03/06/2006
  My mobile is slowly dying. I've had it for three years and I'm deeply attached to it. As with my sandals, I am in mourning.

I have two exams on Monday that I ought to start revising for.
 
     
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My latest crushes:   
01:17pm 03/06/2006
  Damon Albarn:


Aww, look at him with all the cows! *sigh*


Also, James McAvoy:



 
     
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You know who rocks my bookcase?   
10:10pm 31/05/2006
 

 
     
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10:08pm 31/05/2006
  This is stupid. I've been attempting to start work for the past two hours now! Even now I'm trying to stop myself from reading football articles.

STOP.

Can't! Must. Know. Everything. The World Cup's starting soon! I don't want to miss any drama!
 
     
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Can you hear it?   
07:18pm 29/05/2006
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Right, I feel so much better now. :)
 
     
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Summer Days   
07:45pm 28/05/2006
 
mood: sad
I love certain things about summer. You know, those lazy days when the sky is a perfect blue and you're lazing in a park with your friends and the atmosphere is charged with sensual electricity? Yeah, I love that. I love how people instantly relax. I love playing frisbee and having water fights. I love frollicking in the grass. *nudges Alex* I love the long days. I love the hot nights. I love the sense of being given a chance to somewhat better myself and change my life for the good. I love how each memory of summer is tinted with gold and seems all the more precious for it.

Despite all of this summer symbolises one thing in my life I hate: change. I can't stand it, even if it is such a small detail. My heart starts to race and my breath shortens, sooner or later I feel the panic setting in. Don't worry, I'm not so much of a fool that I can't calm myself down. It's just that I hate it. I want things to stay as they are or as they were. All of the worst changes in my life have come in summer. I've always been strong - for my family's sake. I don't like showing them how I feel. I never really tell them how I feel if it's anything less than good. I couldn't tell them just how emotionally crippled I felt after we moved from Lockerbie. I think only Syma realises how many years it took for me to get over that summer.

Yeah, that was a shite summer.
 
     
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09:46pm 25/05/2006
  I stepped inside a brothel in South Kensington today.

The house next to college is owned by two incredibly fine young ladies. The only visitors they have are equally gorgeous foreign looking woman and old men. Everyone assumes it's a brothel. Even the teachers. Yes we've asked them.

Anyway, the boys were kicking around a football outside and it got kicked into their basement/porch type thing. One of them goes down to get it when a (fine) woman erupts from the door, starts to scream bloody mary (threatening police action - guh buh? How did she think that would end?), took the ball and vanished inside. So, another guy had the brainwave to go down, ring the doorbell, drop his jeans and MOON the door before legging it back up before she could open it. Yes, very charming. ¬_¬ She comes out screaming again, the boys start to clamour for their ball and then her even hotter friend steps out and asks me to come downstairs. So down I went and she closed the door behind me...

There was nothing very spectacular. Just a clean, tidy corrider that smelt *really* nice. The two ladies gave me the ball back and then had a mini-rant. They, apparantly, know what people from my college think of them and they wanted to assure me that it wasn't the case at all. They just wanted a bit of peace and quiet from us lot. Apparantly they feel victimised as do their (hot) friends. So, they wanted me to go up and tell them to quit calling them whores (which they have never done). I apologised and explained that I'll do what I can but then mentioned how boys will be boys, you can't stop them catcalling.

Thing is, noone's ever mentioned it's a brothel in a high enough voice for them to hear. Noone's ever called them prostitutes. In fact the only thing that's ever been said loud enough for them to hear is, "Yo lady you so fiiine!" OK, nothing that lame was ever said but you get my point. They're hot. The guys make comments. Heck, I make comments. Makes you think huh. (OK, well no not really but I had an overwhelming urge to post *something* and I wasn't about to talk about my (very confused) love life.)
 
     
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11:11am 24/05/2006
  I've been yo-yoing between gaining weight and losing weight. It's ridiculous! Right now I've been gaining weight and I blame it all on exams. However I've noticed that my breasts have gotten bigger and fuller as a result. So, the question I pose is this What can I do to lose weight but NOT affect my breasts? I'm *really* liking the way they are now and I'm not usually fond of my body.

I had my first exam yesterday. I started to revise at 10:00pm the night before for about an hour and a half after which I slept. I woke up at 3:00 though, spent nearly two hours doing past papers, got ready and then watched Barbar for the rest of the morning while occasionally glancing at mark schemes. My mother had a brainwave of driving me to college for my morning exams because you just never know what the Tube'll be like. Of course it was disastrous. I wanted to be there by 8:00. My father assured me that if we left at 6:45/7, we'd be there in time. At 8:00 we were still in fucking East London. My face = not impressed. So I asked him, Abu, do something super fly and get me to Aldgate East Station in the next two minutes. So, my father, without knowing what super fly means, got me to Aldgate East Station in two minutes. In other words, disaster avoided.

Though, there was a guy who thought his exam was in the afternoon. He strolled up to college about an hour after it finished. Yeah, he wasn't too impressed when he realised.

So the exam itself? I think about it and I reckon it went really well. Then I think about it some more and I begin to panic. Then I think about it some more and reassure itself only to think about it more still and start to panic again. So, now, I'm thinking about it but I'll stop when the panic sets in... now.

Erm. Yeah, that was pretty much it.

Ooo! STAR WARS. It's just the best. I was really ill on Sunday so I spent the entire day "revising" (noone was home) on a makeshift bed in my sitting room. I watched the extended versions of Lord of the Rings trilogy. Then I watched old school Star Wars (!!!!!). By that time my father came home and convinced me to take a break from studying, have me an overdose on what turned out to be sleep inducing Benylin and I watched the new Star Wars trilogy in bits. I was kinda drifting in and out of sleep all night. It was great. I was at Hannah's house revising (well, she was) and I watched Star Wars there too! I've gotten myself into a bit of a phase. I just randomly break out singing the Imperial March every now and then. Dude. I am so cool.
 
     
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YAY!   
12:10pm 20/05/2006
 
The Cure Shares Your Taste in Music


See their whole playlist here (iTunes required)
 
     
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Sorry Arsenal - actually, I'm not. At all.   
11:43pm 17/05/2006
 
mood: 'tis a strange feeling
I love the summer, I really do. But there are some things about it that upset me. I always get swamped up in nostalgia ensuring me ending some nights with bittersweet tears. There is also no football.

I know, I know - football again. Thing is, I *really* miss it. Sure, there's cricket - but I only get involved there when Pakistan's playing. Sure, there's rugby. But seriously? Do I want the All Blacks or my boys in red? I want Liverpool. I want football. By the end of June I'll watch anything. Argentinean Division Two is fucking fantastic, even though I can hardly see the players. Want to watch the Champions League final from '77. Fuck yes!

This summer is going to be somewhat different because of the World Cup. Now, two weeks ago I printed out two timetables and stuck them up around my room and I've got one inside my folder. The first match is still a couple of weeks away so yes, I've been preparing for a month but dammit I won't be missing out on ANYTHING. But it's not going to be the same as the last (fantastic - if you ignored the South Korean blip [yes Hannah, it was a blip. It shouldn't have happened and you know it. Twice]) world cup where I found myself crying oh so many times, because Ireland aren't in it this year. Sure, I do love England but I don't have that same emotional attachment. I mean come on, I spend most of the season wishing half of the squad was injured in some shape or form. Dammit - I feel for Brazil more than I feel for England! So, it's going to be a little less enjoyable. I'm not going to be getting that same thrill and emotion, which is a damn shame. Don't get me wrong. It's not as if I don't care about it. Whenever it comes up in conversation I can sense my growing excitement, it's just a little less muted. And I want it to be full blown. Dammit Ireland - why?

So really, I can't wait for next season to start. I've just been recapping some of our finest moments over the last couple of years with a friend and of course most of our conversation was about the Champions League Cup last year. I was trying to tell Alex how it affects me just thinking about it but I reckon he thought I was joking. I know he won't be reading this but even so, I wasn't. I wasn't joking. Yes, I do get chills up and down my spine and I can feel my pupils dilate. Yes, I get goosebumps. Yes, I can feel my adrenal glands pumping adrenalin into my blood and the build up of glucose in my muscles because it was *that* fantastic. I can say, without a doubt, that that was one of the best nights of my life. The night we won the Champions League Cup for the fifth time and brought it home. It was there. It was real. It was happening. I wasn't watching a replay from Liverpool's golden era with the likes of Kevin Keegan or Phil Thompson or Ian Rush. No. This was Gerrard and Carragher - this is *my* Liverpool. And those are six minutes I am never going to forget. (Basically we were 3-0 down at half-time but turned it around so we were 3-3 in just six minutes. We eventually won in penalties.) Watching that match and the footage afterwards was... well yes, it did bring tears to my eyes. When I saw thousands of Liverpudlians turn up in Liverpool's city centre to watch the team come back with that cup, the most important cup a club can win, hearing our anthem being yelled out by this huge crowd, swallowing the song blaring from all the speakers. Just wow.

I want that feeling again. I just got it - we just won the FA Cup Final in a similar spectacular fashion (Not only was it the best FA Cup final in recent years but Gerrard's goal will be talked about over and over) but I want more. I want to go crazy with euphoria and wait anxiously for the next game. I want football!

I know some of you must think I'm mad but it really does mean that much to me. Liverpool means that much to me. Scary? I don't think so - I'm just a diehard fan. For the time being the World Cup will do me just fine. :)

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