5 Reason Why I Love Liverpool Football Club

1. Because we have Steven Gerrard, the greatest midfielder in his generation in our team.
2. Because Liverpool was the best club with a rich tradition for ages.

Honours

• League^[19] titles: 18
  • 1901, 1906, 1922, 1923, 1947, 1964, 1966, 1973, 1976, 1977, 1979, 1980, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1986, 1988, 1990

• European Cups and UEFA Champions League^[20] titles: 5
  • 1977 3-1 vs. Borussia Mönchengladbach
  • 1978 1-0 vs. Club Brugge
  • 1981 1-0 vs. Real Madrid
  • 1984 1-1 (4-2 in penalty shootout) vs. AS Roma
  • 2005 3-3 (3-2 in penalty shootout) vs. AC Milan
• UEFA Cups: 3
  • 1973, 1976, 2001
• FA Cups: 7
  • 1965, 1974, 1986, 1989, 1992, 2001, 2006

• League Cups: 7
  • 1981, 1982, 1983, 1984, 1995, 2001, 2003
• Community Shields^[21]: 15
  • 1964 (shared), 1965 (shared), 1966, 1974, 1976, 1977 (shared), 1979, 1980, 1982, 1986 (shared), 1988, 1989, 1990 (shared), 2001, 2006
• UEFA Super Cups: 3
  • 1977, 2001, 2005

3. Because i like the passion that surrounding the club; we have the best supporters in the world.
4. Liverpool have redefined what success mean.
5. Because when the fans sing the songs; you'll never walk alone, it make my hair on my neck... speechless.. you know what i mean.

Nerd

Am i running away from the grace of love?
Or the graces of them were running away from me?
I was thinking for almost 6 year now
What gonna happen to my so called love life
Frankly, i have none
Nada
Zero
Kosong
Yes, i'm the guy who felt the emptyness
And almost forget what the definition of you people called love
Running away from all things that realted to 'that' things
Was the best solution
Do you think i am an idiot?
Maybe...
But on the other way
I have nothing to lose
Nothing to hope for
Nothing to fear of
And nothing can stop me
From whatever i want to do
Love is just a mystery
Long before the creation myself
Maybe i have been damned

This is the last time

So this is odd,
the painful realization that all has gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.

So you buried all your lover's clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote,
but it doesn't make it any better.
Does it make it any better?

And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.
So this is strange,

our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all.
And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.

And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
This is incredible.
Starving, insatiable,
yes, this is love for the first time.

Well you'd like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time.
This is the last time.


: : : : : The pain is surreal... even after i've been damned for 6 years : : : : :

Mimpi
Semalam aku mimpi
Bukan mimpi ngeri
Bukan mimpi jatuh bangunan
Dan tentu sekali bukan mimpi
Bersama Maria Ozawa
Hanya mimpi bodoh
Yang pasti macam real

Aku nampak ada orang
Melambai-lambai
Aku lari kejar dia
Aku berhenti
Dia berhenti
Aku kejar dia balik
Dia lari
Laju betul

Kemudian aku berhenti
Terduduk aku letih
Sambil cekak pinggang
Aku maki
Dia senyum
Tapi aku tak nampak muka dia
Ya, dia seorang perempuan
Rasa macam kenal

Kenapa mata aku macam rabun
Gosok mata aku
Air mata rupanya
Kenapa nak mengalir?
Dia tuju arah aku
Senyum manis kat bibirnya

Bibir itu!
Dengan senyum gigi berlapis
Aku pernah kucup dulu
Dia ke tu?
Dia angkat dagu aku
Usap rambut aku
Dan lap air
Dalam genangan mata aku

Aku tanya
Awak ke tu?
Dia jawab ya
Aku tak banyak soal
Terus tumbuk dia
Hampir jatuh ke belakang
Lepas tu aku tampar dia
Tepat-tepat atas bibir dia
Ya, bibir itu

Dia cakap terima kasih
Aku cakap sama-sama
Lepas tu dia minta maaf
Aku tumbuk dia lagi
Nak minta maaf?
Untuk apa?

Ya, baru aku ingat
Dia makhluk istemewa
Satu masa dulu
Yang aku gelar sayang
Yang dengan bangganya
Aku panggil baby
Lepas tu dia nak pergi
Aku cakap tunggu
Dia berjalan

Dalam sepuluh langkah
Dia toleh kat aku
Dan cakap
'im sorry'
Aku senyum saja
Dan aku angkat tangan kanan aku
Sambil tunjuk jari tengah kat dia

Lepas tu aku rasa panas
Kat muka aku
Tak selesa
Aku sapu-sapu muka aku
Buka mata
Cerahnya!
Matahari rupanya
Lupa nak turunkan langsir
Malam semalam
Jam pukul 8 pagi
Aku mimpi lagi
Mimpi dia
Mimpi sakit hati!

*Im not against the opposite sex of mine
But this was dedicated to one particular person.

10 Things Must Do Before Syawal

1. Go to solat Terawih
2. Makan sotong sumbat (Kelantanese delicacies made from squid and with 'pulut' in those squid. Damn Good!)
3. Eat my moms specialities.. Nasi Goreng Ikan Masin.
4. Main mercun (Yes, i was addictive to them, once! Bedil Ketupat Rules!)
5. Nasi Kerabu at Kampung Baru.
6. Buka puasa dengan girl. (which i heavily doubt.)
7. Give kad raya to my friend especially girl. (last time i gave to someone; 5 years ago!)
8. Beli baju raya for my youngest brother. (Dia nak seluar Levi's.. serius!)
9. Have a nice family buka puasa kat kampung!
10. Find 'that' girl and tell her, FUCK YOU! Before balik kampung!
Hmmmm... i'll try my best with my kederat. Yakin boleh! Yehaa!

Single

6 October 2006
My anger management scale level seems to cool down last few weeks. Maybe because im not thinkin about her much more. Some dudes told me that i am addicted. Yes, in a bad ways i was addicted to the most beautiful (once-lah) things or creature in the world. No, it's not any kind of crack, no! Its not kind of pil kuda or pil-pil yang sama waktu khayalnya. I am addicted to the potion that haunted 'man'kind since the birth of Adam. Yes, girls..
Maybe you think i am something or somekind of weirdo or jerko or loser as some people say! But, fuck'em all! I dont care. I know my feeling my heart my desire and my lust! HeHeHe (not even smiling right now). Last few weeks i've been chat with a girl. She is a good listener. Just like me. Really! I am a good listener, thats why i always have a rough time in relationship. Because i think to much. Lots of my friends told me that im too 'picky'. Yes, sure i did! I am picky. So WHAT! its my damn fucking life, and yes.. i appreciated the attention that my friends gave to me (thanks guy!) but the more they say to me that i am picky, like they pointing a finger (with both hand) to me and say out loud that i am a fucking loser. Shit! I know they mean no harm but please dont say that no more.