Hi there.

Nur Iman Bin Salim
18 to 19
Scorpio

Singaporean Malay Muslim
Misfit of society

Yishun Primary
Yishun Town Secondary
Republic Polytechnic


ME

Republic Rugby
Arsenal FC
NZABs
Chaiya


Not Realistic?

Hoodie

NIKON DSLR D700
Adidas Torpedo X-ite rugby ball
Nike T90 Laser II FG
Nike HJ020 Flight Headphones
120GB iPod Classic
an External HDD
Represent RP Rugby in POL-ITE

hey hey. blogging time!!! hahaha.
my class has gone crazy with ghost stories and all. XD
almost everyday. haha, i must learn chinese!!! you guys know why? because everytime they talk, they talk in chinese! hahaha. so, can someone please teach me basic chinese?!?! =P

it's thursday today. =]
RP Warriors are playing TP Titans later at 7 at TP.
trash titans! trash titans! trash titans! trash titans! Warriors will trash titans! hahaha.
well, can't say too much now anyway. we'll see how the result is when we meet them tonight. *hoping for the best*

finished ppt since 1145 jst now. haha. networking can be very stressing but very very easy once you understand the concept. it's like, understand? understand? ok, done. haha! it's THAT easy. no strings attached. oh, i learnt 2 new things:
Kruskal's algorithm & Prim-Jarnik’s Algorithm
quite easy. but can be quite confusing between the 2. haha. i always get mixed up with their definitions today. XD

on another note, went to gym yesterday. now my whole back of my body is tense. damn! love that feeling. but i love the feeling of my syg even more. heehee. =)
was supposed to buy Adidas X-ite edition ball, rugby yesterday also. but couldn't find it. syg saw it that day the day she went to buy her stuff. but now it's gone. and she's all sad over it. come on syg. no need to worry and be sad. i still have you. and that's enough. =)

ok, i think that's it for now. haha

oh, for all the sprts, fitness or rugby enthusiasts. here's a link for you guys. was searching for training and nutritional tips online for myself. but heck, might as well share it with everyone right? haha
http://www.coachingtoolbox.co.nz/toolbox/index.php

till then,
crawl ya'll ltr!

peace!

-you're absolutely my non-trivial-

Labels: E46A, rugby

currently having stomach ache. haha. must have been something i ate just now. damn...
ok, it's been quite a while since i last updated this blog. haha. well, if you're reading this, you're in for a treat. threat? no.... treat. =]

okok. updates!!!!!! hahaha

rugby - POL-ITEs are here!!!!!!!! haha. but, unfortunately for me i'm not in the team representing RP. don't be sad. i don't mind actually. well, i do mind actually. haha. it's just that why bring in someone who's injured other than someone who can play and isn't injured? well, i've been trying to recover from a couple of injuries lately. maybe that's the reason why i didn't make it into the POL-ITE team. just wasn't fit enough for play. hahaha. i don't mind. i get to train more than the rest while they have to restrain themselves from injuring themselves in this period. =P

ok, now for score updates.
we won our first POL-ITE game vs NP!! woohoo!! power-packed uh guys! we won it 27-5. take that you mother functions!!!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahaha! and especially to that fat lard who got owned by way 'fitter' RP Rugby Warriors. hahahaha!
try-scorers: Wong Tsu How (2 tries, 2 missed), Beam (1 try), Alvin (1 try). so in total, we got 4 tries. but if the 2 missed tries were genuine tries, we would have totally thrashed NP!!
ok, a note to readers who are from/or support NP;
no offence. but seriously, YOU GOT OWNED!!!!!!!!!!!

ok, back to reality. we're playing SP later in the evening today at TP. so whoever's interested in knowing the score, get your big lazy asses down to TP and support RP! darkhorses of the century! hahaha! AWOO!

ok, it's 2nd break now anyway. i feel like ponning school sia now! i have no freaking idea what today's problem is about. oh, i lost 1 side of my contact lense earlier today. haha. so now i'm half blind. damnit!
ok, going down for team lunch soon. will update you guys on the score once it's a done deal.

till then,
crawl ya'll ltr!

peace
AWOO!

-you're worth much more than an occasional and simple ilu-

Labels: rugby

back Back BACK! hahahaha.

wow, what can i say. what an eventful weekend or should i say, eventful past few days. haha
ok, update on sports:

we won PJC 32-0 last thursday at home (RP). didn't get to play in that game because of time constraints. we only played 20 minutes per half. so, in total, the game was worth only 40 minutes. damn. how i wished i had played. wanted to play, but the situation didn't let me to. oh well, more rough tackling and dazzling tries coming up pretty soon! POL-ITE! 2 more days to first game in NP. yeah............ NP. our so-called bogey team. damn. they won us by luck last year. this year, they're in for a thrashing man! my personal target for that game; to play and to score at least 3 tries. make it a blow-out i tell you! register a win in our first game in Rugby POL-ITE 2008. argh!!!!!! win!!!!!!! function NP! RP will win! hahahahahahahahahaha!

had a match on saturday vs ACJC. unfortuntely, we lost it 30-5. haiz. what a bummer. i played in the last 7 minutes or so. at least i played. when am i ever going to play at least a full half. haiz. *waiting patiently for that day to come* haiz.

ok, gg down to eat now. will pos more updates on my 'interesting' life soon.

till then,
crawl ya'll ltr!

peace

hey thr fellow humans.
well, as you can see, i just changed my blogskin. i'm not throwing the codes for the last one because it has oh so many memories. i just didn't want to throw away memories. Memories are to be kept, not thrown away u know. =]

was glancing through my previous posts during the past hour. realised how random i was as each post got posted. while after every post, little 'concealed' messages of feelings from within. although they weren't all peachy and stuff. i regret now how it's regressed from the point where it was till now. i didn't fully treasure what i had and did not share my all into the situation. how sorry i feel now to have behaved the way i have.

till then,
crawl ya'll ltr

peace

- may u find happiness fom now on and never feel let down again. i care for u too much to see u sad. -

chanced upon this while blog hopping. from a guy's blog. enjoy reading. =]

Love Maintenance

Below is something I shared with a friend of mine who has started a new relationship.. After being through not too much and not too little things in life and in the aspect of relationship.. I would say the following is my believe and core principles in terms of maintaining a relationship.

The key to making a rs work, other than believing in God, is for both parties to put in not equivalent but uncomparable and unconditional effort all the time.

Gettin together is easy, but maintainin the rs is tough in all ways. Still, it doesn't mean u can't take it w a pinch of salt(like for me, a guy with unlimited desire and hunger for wisdom and knowledge, i take it as an endless opportunity for me to learn about another fellow human being who has such great passion for me that I can truly appreciate)..

However, Constant exploration and understanding shouldn't only come from the initial spark of discovering someone new to be your girl or boyfriend but it should come also from each of his own effort to carry on the exploration. Especially when the rs has matured a little and things starts to feel mundane in one way or another.

In my personal opinion, I strongly believe that there're countless things to find out abt each other no matter how deeply n thorough u already know each other inside out. Reason being We're ALL human, the MOST complex living species on earth.

The only ticket that you can buy to go to the place or mundane/boredom/"everyday same thing same person same everything..." is the ticket of "Stereotypism".

Once you start to stereotype.. everything starts to get boring because all you can think of about each other starts with "he is like that one.. thats why he ALWAYS like that.. he FOREVER like that one la..". If you're reading this and you're in this situation now, I would like to knock some sense out of YOU. Who do you think you are to know him or her inside out? Are you LIVING as himself or herself? Or are you simply SOMEONE ELSE who stays VERY close to him/her and watching him/her do his/her stuff and then form YOUR OWN Perception of what he or she is? Whatever we see of one another is OUR perception, we can't deny but stereotyping with That perception means doomsday or BOREDOM day because you already assume everything's the same and going to be the same as what you SEE now what.

Also, I'd add this following quote of myself:
"The feelin of having nothing to discover comes from the fact that there are still things you haven't uncover. And by the fact that you have not uncover them, you do not know about them thus it is NOT Nothing. Ultimately, its up to your own effort and initiative to keep up the discovery process.

"Trust me. Its fun :)

Peace,
Del

well, thr you go. so, to avoid copyright issues, please go to this site http://cumpassion.blogspot.com/ to check it out. haha. i know it sounds u know. but heck, thats just the way it is.

crawl ya'll ltr!

peace

ok, something random from me. wow, i'm like almost blogging evrythg these days la. haha

' i nv got to use that 1 last chance. but thgs hv turned out this way. looks like da 1 last chance is gone.'

ok. haha

crawl ya'll ltr

peace

and here's another. this is today's. hahaha. eventhough thr may seem to be a few posts on thursday, which is today, the previous 2 were posts actually made on the previous 2 nights respectively. haha. quite lagggggggggg aren't i? hehe

now in break 2. finished with ppt and excel altogether. so it's slack time i guess. haha. went to eat with zul, elly, chewling and engseng just now. haha. during the post-eating conversation among us, it kind of reminded me about what my mum said a couple of days back about somethings.
usually malay parents would refrain from calling their children by the use of vulgarities when they're angry at them. BUT, my mum actually revealed something interesting. haha

when our parents scold us by using this word: bahalul, it's usually misintepreted as a degratory term for stupid asshole mother never teach you anything vile creature (hints of exaggeration added. ;P). I actual fact, it is actually a compliment. YES, a compliment. haha. eventhough the source was quite sketchy, the real meaning for the word 'bahalul' is someone who is extremely clever. so, it is either extremely clever at being clever OR extremely clever at being extremely stupid. haha.
i don't know what language its from, but my mum said it was arabic. now, im not saying what she said was true. it might be wrong. but for now, let's use it as a compliment. so, for those malays whose parents scold you 'bahalul', smile and thank them for the compliment. they cannot do anything but give you a shocked face and the nagging or anger will subside. trust me. XD

bumped into her in the lift ride up back to class. seems she was having fun. well, thats good. at least she's happy. and thats satisfying for me.

anywho, got game later at 6. vs PJC. we played them before in previous meetings. results were substantially in our favour. let's ope today's result is another substantial favour for us. hehe. till then, will update on it once i finish.

crawl ya'll ltr!

peace

Hey hey. As I have promised recently that I will be trying to update my blog everyday to clear the cobwebs and little spideys out of my blog, here comes another one on Wednesday night, the 9th of july. I’m typing this in Microsoft word because when I’m at home, I can only enter msn. Nothing else. So, yeah. =]

Got back home from gym today. Family’s watching Do Re Mi now on tv. They recorded it the last time it was aired on TV2 malaysia. Haha. Funny story I tell you. How does an apek say ‘Very loving each other’? well, here’s how: Bery luB-Bing itch-che uh-der. Hahaha. How can u not laugh to that? I can laugh the most when I watch this show. Damn funny la sei. My whole family likes it. I guess we’re an old-film sort of family. =]

Went to eat lunch with her just now before we went to school. I had planned something today way back before things soured, but it had to be shelved. I only unshelved it when she asked me my plans for today. In the end, was too lazy to do PP (part of my plan) and went straight to sch. She had training while I had gym. It was kind of weird when we ate lunch, considering what happened recently. I still can’t get her out of my head sometimes. Maybe I’m still suffering from a hangover. Throughout the journey, from the moment we met to the point where we parted to do what we had to do today, I was like having an internal battle of wits. During lunch, I noticed she was wearing the ring I got her. Didn’t think much about it because it didn’t matter at that time. What for dwell on things you can’t explain?

We slacked in school before going to sports complex. She used my laptop as she didn’t bring hers. I’m just stating what happened throughout the day, no strings attached. Well, it was kinda weird for me. But refreshing. You don’t know how glad I feel being able to be with her again, even if we were being friends. Although it hurt sometimes, I’m glad it happened.

Well, let’s continue with things and not get caught up in emotions.

After gym, me and budi went to practice our crashing and tackling. We have a game tomorrow (Thursday,10th july) against PJC in school. So it was kind of a last revision for us. We played in the same position. So it was easier to revise. He taught me how to do the job like tackling properly so when I get on tomorrow, that is if I DO get on, I won’t screw it up. Thanks budi. Now my body feels as tight as tights after what I did today. Haha. Damn tight la now. Can’t stretch my hands all the way to my back. Haha. Terokkkkk…

Well, till here. It’s already 1211 in the morning of 10th of july, Thursday. Got to get to sleep soon. Got game tomorrow. Let’s hope for the best. Will update you guys whenever I can. Until then, to all reading this especially her, a good night, sweet dreams, no fear, and see ya’ll soon.

Till then,
Crawl ya’ll ltr.

peace

Hello hello. I’m back.

I’m typing this in Microsoft word instead of blogger because I’m doing this at home. My net connection’s so function-ed up, I can’t even open my IE properly. I can go into MSN though. And I’m thankful for that. At least something works. So, as I’m typing this, it is still Tuesday night, the 8th of july. Oh, and it’s also supposed to be my 9th monthsary with her today. Hah! What a nice time to be talking about this.

As an attempt to clear the spiders out of this blog, I’m trying very hard to blog every day. Well, for now, it isn’t that hard to blog everyday. I feel as if I want to blog everything out every minute of every day. I don’t know why. Maybe because of what happened recently? Or maybe it’s just me. I think it’s just me, influenced by what happened recently by a small fraction. Ok, maybe not by a small fraction. By a large margin.

There’s so many questions circling around in this head of mine. Since I was walking home, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The ride back home in the train also didn’t help. No matter how hard I try to forget about (advice of most of my close friends), it keeps creeping back into my head. Why can’t I just forget about it? Case closed. Why does it preoccupy me even during class, during breaks, during discussions, during meetings, during presentations, during training, DURING WHATEVER THING I DO!?!?

Why can’t it just leave me alone? Why must it keep disturbing me? Why is it so hard? Why? Why? Why? Whys all around me. Whys surrounding me. Whys eating away at my brain cells. WHY?!?! Argh…

Damn questions. Why are there even such things like questions? Who is the stupid mother function who came out with the whole concept of questions in the first place? Stupid mother function. Stupid!!!

See la. In my anger, I forgot what I wanted to type a few quarter hours ago. Damn. Stupid mess of a life. Can’t even solve my own damn issues. And the song I’m listening to right now isn’t helping me 1 damn bit. ‘Kenangan Terindah by the Samsons’. ‘Bagiku, kaulah cinta sejati.’ Haiz.

How I wish I could tell her that one last time. Damn. I’m such a drama queen. But fuck la! Can’t help it right. Ppl here grief-stricken. And then somemore, my POL-ITEs are just around the corner. More FUCK! Don’t think I can concentrate. Prepare for a whooping iman. You’re going to get 1 REAL soon. Maybe a whooping is just what I need. Some hard knocks to myself, and probably everything will fall right back into place. So, if it does happen, see you guys in the hospital.

I just need someone to love. Someone to care for. Someone to think about. Someone to hug. Someone to kiss. Someone to tell ‘I love you’. Someone to keep me in check of reality. Someone who can help me keep my mind off the pressure of POL-ITE. I want it to be her soo much. But it’s not possible now. How can it be possible now. What’s done is done. Even if it does happen again, it’s just going to be a 1-sided love affair. And I don’t want that to happen. Haiz. Maybe all I need is someone close to me enough to support me through this segment in my life. This segment in my life where things are going topsy-turvy.

Oh how I wish I could just run away from it and dissolve into oblivion.

Oh, I ate brownie jus now for dinner. Didn’t have mood for rice yet. Maybe later.

Well, till then.
Crawl ya’ll ltr.

peace

well, what can i say. what's meant to happen, has eventually happened. what can people do when it's to be that way. all we can do now is hope for the best and really pray suicide won't come into mind. haiz.

till then.
crawl ya'll ltr

peace

well well, here i am again with another post in 1 day.

can't focus on my presentation today, mainly because something that concerns the heart has been preoccupying my head. it's damn hard to get rid of and damn painful when thought over.

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anw, i glanced upon this article while browsing through soccerlen's articles. its about americans and why they suck at football/soccer (whatever they call it):

The world’s greatest nation is surprisingly mediocre when it comes to playing the world’s most popular sport. It’s not that they keep losing - far from it. Americans have a winning mentality that automatically ensures that whatever team they put out will be competitive.

However, when it comes to genuine footballing talent, the US are found wanting. Many people have blamed this in poor infrastructure, training methods and the short period of time that proper club football has been around in the US. I disagree - these might be symptoms of a country that doesn’t generate footballing talent but when you consider the sporting talent in general that the US has produced over the years it’s clear that there’s something else at hand here.

Personally, I put it down as a cultural issue - Americans by and large just don’t care about football. Sure, there are fans here and there, but compared to a nation like Spain or Italy, the US as a people do not value soccer, they don’t respect the game and there’s very little cultural love for it.

So here are 7 cultural reasons why Americans have no real talent for soccer:

1. No Hands
The most popular American sports - basketball, baseball, American football, ice hockey, golf - primarily involve the use of hands / upper body to compete in. In fact, you could argue that feet are only for mobility (only American football allows for kicking, and that too is best done long-range).

Now if you drop a sport like soccer - all feet, some head and no hands - it’s like asking someone to walk on their hands instead of their feet. It’s not easy to switch around to compeletely different way of playing a sport.

This is the primary reason why when you see the MLS, the terms ‘long-ball’ and ‘headless chicken’ come to mind.

2. Ridiculous Name
Soccer? Seriously? The biggest obstacle to soccer’s popularity in the US may well be its name. You can’t have two sports by the same name, unless you want to see Eddie Johnson pick up the ball and then do his customary dash up the pitch and then look around all confused as opposition defenders pile up on him.

Soccer. Sawker. I feel dumber just saying it. It’s called football, and unless the American people learn to call it by it’s real name (come to think of it, Australians have their Austrian Rules footy and they still call the beautiful game football), it’s not going to be successful.

3. No Breaks
Who in the world thought of a 90-minute game that only took one break, and that too after 45 minutes? The American public is used to a quick break every 5 minutes, if not sooner. Basketball has its quarters. Baseball has its regular breaks with batters coming in and going out. American football is a stop-start game. In golf you hit a ball a couple of hundred yards and then you walk towards it (the game is a candidate for the most retarded sport ever award).

On the other hand, soccer has a natural ebb and flow to it that no American sport can match.
Americans have been bred on small, easily digestible segments of everything - sport, news, knowledge, etc. It’s a cultural effort to make low concentration levels a standard across the country. It’s also why the typical American watching soccer feels the inevitable urge to flip to another channel and watch commercials every 5 minutes.

This is why you see US goalkeepers do so well - they thrive in the stop-start nature of a goalie’s involvement in the game.

4. They Hate It
They didn’t create it, and they’re not very good at it. Either one would have been enough to foster some passion for the sport, but since there are so many countries in the world that are better than the US at soccer, the American people have little interest.

And it makes sense too - why follow something in which your side keeps losing? After being subjected to a lifetime of doctored news and world views, this sudden brush with reality is overwhelming for the average American psyche and they do what any American would do when faced with something they don’t know - they turn their back to it.

Ironically this disdain for soccer makes it more difficult for the sport to take off in the country - a vicious cycle.

5. No One Likes The Americans
Usually, when there’s someone in your family who’s not as good at a sport as you are, you tend to try and help them out so that they can get better and (hopefully) provide more of a challenge to you later on.

At least that’s what I’ve seen.

With the US though, the rest of the world isn’t so kind. We’ve made it acceptable to make fun of US soccer instead of going there and investing in the sport in America. We’ve made it acceptable to mock them instead of training them and coaching them.

That’s why when someone like David Beckham - an excellent businessman - goes to the US to invest in soccer, the world laughs at him. Would you laugh at Bill Gates if he invested in a new technology startup? People would scramble to get involved. The world doesn’t take Americans seriously, and soccer is worse off as a result.

6. It’s Illegal To Cheat
Did you know that American sports in general do not follow WADA rules? That the use of performance-enhancing drugs is not strictly regulated in US sports? The World Anti-Doping Agency has strict regulations that almost all sports adhere to, especially soccer with it’s spot drug testing and what not. American sports, on the other hand, play by their own rules, which is a nice way to say that American sports feature more drug abuse than more global sports.

In some cases, having a global authority making sure that you follow certain standards is a good thing.

But hey, what’s the point of playing a sport when you can’t pump yourself with drugs to make you faster / stronger? If you can’t cheat, why play?

7. No Cheerleaders
In all honesty this is where I agree with the Americans. Soccer needs cheerleaders like one need a glass of cold water on a hot day. As we’ve discussed before on Soccerlens, cheerleaders can stop hooliganism, provide suitable pitch-side (or on-TV) distractions when the game itself gets a little tedious and once you give each club their own cheerleading squad, there’s a whole new set of rivalries to play upon for the advertisers.

Plus if there’s no porn, how can a genuine American sports fan enjoy the game? Without cheerleaders soccer just isn’t manly enough. It’s blasphemous.

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So there you have it - 7 reasons why the American society is setup to undermine soccer’s success in the US. i shall not say anything, purely because i have nothing to say about this article.

till then,
crawl ya'll ltr!

peace

back to post in like, i don't know, 2 months? yeah. some sort like that.

ok, updates on everything.

rugby - fucked up. been getting more and more frustrating injuries lately. one by one. they keep coming. why can't my body just be injury free for once? is it so hard to ask for it? well, it IS my body. it should do what i tells it to do. right? and the upcoming POL-ITEs are just a stones throw away. first match against NP are on the 17th. a week from now. great.... and i don't even know if i'm in the damn squad of 30 or not. bravo iman. bravo.

school - been getting more and more Bs. its good to get Bs. well, for me it is. its quite hard now to maintain this B streak. problems keep cropping up here and there. i sometimes just can't keep my mind focused. such a letdown. school? what's school? can't i just stay at home and live my life peacefully so that i won't screw everything up?

social life - nonexistent. i feel that i'm lacking in this department. the only people i do talk to every now and then is either syg or zul. can't keep talking to zul also because he has his own obligations. syg? well, let's just consider the situation is fragile.

family - been quite quiet lately. they're out for a family's day out today. celebrate youth day. all the secondary and primary schools have holidays today. poly? naah. we're adults. yeah. adults my sweet smelling jab ass uh. i'm not even fucking 18 yet uh. and they consider me an adult? wich part of me is an adult? my brain? my body? my thinking? my 2 balls uh! (was inspired by zul's coach to say that) fucking irritating.

fitness - well, here is the number one cause for concern. POL-ITEs around the corner and my fitness is nowhere near the level it should be by now. i mean, i should be damn bloody fit now. instead, all i have is this spare tyre. my weight's short of the intended 70 kg i need to pack into myself (65 kg now. 5 kg short.). why is it so hard to gain back weight when you've lost so much in the past? it's like, i've been eating equal to more then 5 square meals per day. that should've been enough. argh!!!!!! weight issues! except mine is gaining, not losing.

head issues - confused? angry? dejected? i don't know. hurricane katrina just went through last week. water shortages. food shortages. the whole shabang. very messy now my head. enter at your own risk.

heart issues - call an ambulance. quick! having heart attack. bye bye.

happiness - well, i think the only thing that has made me happy lately is soccer. the sport that i watch but i DON'T play. spain are the 2008 kings of europe once again! after 44 years of wait, they finally had a team bonded and talented enough to defy the odds, break several hoodoos in the process, defeat the Iti's (italians for short), defeat the german clockwork machine (bye bye ballack, hello fabregas.), and regain the henri delauney cup. (for a rugger, i sure know alot about soccer. well, i'll be damned!). oh, how sweet can revenger be. spain surely got their revenge. fact for thought, the person handing them the henri delauney cup this year was the same person who took the cup away from them back in 1964. yes, you've guessed it. MICHEL PLATINI. his goal denied the spanish the european cup in 1964. and here he is, presenting the same trophy (with some changes of course), to them. what a blast it was for the spanish. bravo la furia roja. bravo. sometimes i wonder, what if i became a soccer player instead of a rugger? hmmmmm. DAMN! don't even go there. scary shit i tell you.

well, i think thats all for now. 2nd meeting starting soon. done my spring cleaning of this blog with this considerably exceptional post. i hope the spiders are out of here by now. they keep breeding i tell you. cobwebs everywhere. little spidey juniors. yucks!

crawl ya'll ltr!

peace.

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