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In case you’re wondering, Chelsea happened to be the name of a renowned English football club and not a stripper. Thanks to Nuffnang and Samsung, my dream to watch my favourite football club in action!
Now, the question is, should I tan myself really dark and attend the match as Didier Drogba or wear a blonde wig and appear as Fernando Torres? Tough one.
Ever since I started attending secondary school, I’ve fell in love with this one beautiful thing. Its beauty is incomparable to anything that can possibly be found in this world. The craze and passion for it is undying. It is accepted as a culture worldwide. It is majestic yet humble. It, my dear friends, is football.
When I started playing football (on a very very amateur level only lah) at the tender age of thirteen, I was hooked. Football was like drugs. Er wait, I’ve never did drugs before so I don’t really know how to make a comparison. So slash that and I shall use another illustration. Ah, got it.
Football is like doughnuts, one round is simply not enough; you just want more. You need more. The rush you get from dribbling the ball from one end of the field to another, the excitement you derive when you drive the ball as hard as your legs can and the satisfaction when the ball slips pass the goalkeeper and straight into the net. This is beauty, my fellow peers.
Of course, as a footballer, it is only customary that you follow this professional sport. It is only reasonable for a football enthusiast to be a follower of a particular professional football club. For me, I have the blue blood in me. The Bridge is where I call paradise. In Roman’s Abramovich’s cash-rich empire I pledge my support to. Yes, I’ve been a Chelsea fan since 13.
I’ve been following the progress of Chelsea Football Club religiously for the last 6 years. I’ve seen players come and go, from Andriy Shevchenko to Fernando Torres. I’ve seen the merry-go-round of managers, from Jose ‘the Special One’ Mourinho to Andre ‘maybe the Special One also’ Villas-Boas. I’ve seen literally more than a hundred matches played by Chelsea. I’ve cheered for their successes; sigh for their failures and basically grow alongside this football club in London.
I have a library of collectibles ranging from key-chains to, well, more key-chains.
I have a wall full of posters bearing the faces of renowned Chelsea players (some of ‘em had transferred but I just couldn’t bear tearing the posters down *sniff*). Oh ya, one of the posters with the guy in black suit holding a sword is not a Chelsea player, or for this matter, a footballer. Coz sword is, y’know, prohibited on the pitch. They are, however, allowed in the changing room so that managers can conveniently behead anyone who performed poorly during half-time.
Even though I’m not physically there to support my childhood club (yes, my childhood starts at 13, I don’t see why that’s a problem), the club holds an intense significance in my soul. That ‘Chelsea F.C.’ is engraved in my heart like a tattoo on a hardcore thug. It’s always a dream of mine to see my favourite play a live match, right before my very eyes while I cheer ‘em on and sing the Blues anthems as a sign of patronage.
And now, my dreams had come true. I finally have the opportunity to see my favourite eleven live at Bukit Jalil on 21st of July!
Thanks to Samsung, now everyone stands a chance to be literally close to this club; one of the greatest football clubs in the world. If you play your cards right, you can even sit with the team as they take on the Malaysia XI! Imagine the experience of listening to Villas-Boas give instructions to captain JT. Imagine sitting beside the charming Frank Lampard and brushing shoulders with striking maestro Didier Drogba. Imagine having casual chats with David Luiz and Florent Malouda. It’s the dream.
All you have to do is purchase any Samsung item(s) worth at least RM300. And I tell you what; I can help you with that, just buy me Samsung Galaxy Tab and you are good to go! You’re welcome.
If you really want to feel and smell the footballers in Blues, log on to www.samsung.com/my or www.facebook.com/samsungunivez to find out more. You can check out Samsung’s range of television. [Click on brochures to enlarge]
Computers and accessories.
And if you can’t stand this tropical heat in Malaysia, you can also check out the range of air-conditioners and air-purifiers.
Not forgetting Samsung’s arsenal of cameras. If you are a person who likes to keep what you see, get a Samsung camera today and start snapping those beautiful girls things that passed you by.
Tired of washing your clothes manually with hands and preserving your food and groceries the conventional way with ice packs? Samsung has what we call washing-machines and refrigerators that can make your life a whole lot simpler.
And lastly, the smart phones by Samsung that will make you the envy of your fellow peers, especially if you get the latest Samsung Galaxy S II that was released only a couple of days ago.
On second thought, I don’t want the Galaxy Tab already. You can buy me the Galaxy S II instead. Thank you very much.
I just got back from my ‘graduation trip’ in Penang 2 days ago and I can tell you this one thing straight into your eyes – I am officially fat.
Penang can really make a person fat I tell you. I think our health system should start a whole new medical methodology. Say you are underweight; you go to Penang. If you are anorexic; you go to Penang. If you are undernourished; you go to Penang. And if you have STDs; you go to Penang as well. Coz you’re gonna like kick the bucket real soon right, might as well have a good meal up there.
It was only 3 days in Penang, but it sure made me look like I’ve been there for 30 years and have spent everyday of my 30 years worth of life eating. Yes, it was that good/bad. (It depends whether you’re an optimist or pessimist, really)
As a KL boy roaming on the streets of Penang, I’ve learnt a few things. There are certain things that you shouldn’t do on the wild streets of Penang. Here’s a few of ‘em and it is only applicable to you if you are a born-and-bred-KL-fella visiting Penang.
If you really have something to compare and talk about between the two states, it is best you do that in KL. At least when one of those Penangites got pissed off and wanna screw you over, it’d take him at least four hours to get here and a few thousand honks through out the journey.
By the time you read this post, It’s already my second day at Penang and I’m now munching down my 27th plate of char koay tiaw and plausibly the 39th bowl of cendol. Yes, 27 and 39, you’ve heard me. Anyways, I was down with flu just a couple of days before heading up to Penang and I’ve bought this Vicks inhaler.
It’s pretty much a stick where I’d shove it up my nostril and take a huge puff of it to soothe my constantly dripping nose. And when I’m down with flu, my stupid male brain kinda screws my vision up for me. The phrase on this inhaler reads ‘Clears stuffy nose due to cold’ in reality. But my messed-up brain sees it as.
Oh yeah, my nose sure was being a slut. No wonder this stick works every time I shove it up those slutty holes.
Once upon a time, there was an English footballer by the name Gerrard. He wasn’t very big in size and he lives on a table in some crazy young blogger’s room in Malaysia; but he sure played good football.
Even though Gerrard was a good footballer, he hasn’t been winning any trophies lately. Maybe he hasn’t been winning because he is a little plastic display doll, but there’s a whole other story. So one day, Gerrard was chilling and relaxing on a laptop, literally.
Then along came another footballer by the name Rooney. He was also a pretty good footballer. The only difference is that Rooney had been trophies recently. A lot of ‘em, in fact.
Rooney started dissing Gerrard about how he ain’t winning any trophies.
The dissing became so bad that it turned personal and name-callings were introduced into the Gerrard’s face.
Things were starting to get really ugly and both of them are that close to releasing tremendously impactful fist-bumps on each other’s head.
Out of no where, a Good Samaritan who happened to be a footballer as well came to stop them. His name was Fabregas. Alright, I’ll get even with you. I was the one who put Fabregas there coz he can’t really move actually. He, just like Rooney and Gerrard, is a little plastic display doll.
Fabregas then said the wisest thing any footballer can ever say.
It immediately made both Gerrard and Rooney to cease their scrap and rethink about their actions.
And they all became friends. They even went on signing for the same football club called Chelsea because they love each other too much.
So children, the moral of the story is.
Don’t play with dolls alone in your room unless you are a girl (in which I am apparently not). It’s just wrong. Very wrong.
I was just going through some of my old stuffs and I found gold. Honestly, Justin Bieber and the Jonas sisters can step aside right now coz I just found a photo of myself taken 15 years ago and it can be established that I was once obscenely adorable.
Wait a second, I still am obscenely adorable right now. True story. Teehee.
Now, remember my new grandchild (it’s gender is still a mystery) that came in the form of four legs and ridiculously furry? Well, the family decided to build the little kid a new home. It’s a little run-down, but hey, at least there’s a roof over that little kiddo.
Oh right, no flash photography. Sorry.
