last night i've tidied up 3/4 of my cupboard.
[my sister sot de. saw me tidying & cleaning my stuffs, she was like so surprised & clapped delightfully. den my mum came out to see what's going on, the 2 of them looked at me like one kind, then they YAY! & high-fived. =.=" ............... *speechless* lol]
i've thrown away many rusted/spoilt accessories & stuffs.
there are some used & brand new stuffs which i dont think im gonna use it,
i've put them all aside. i guessed its better to donate them off to people who need & would appreciate having it rather than me keeping them knowing that i wont use.
itz doing a good deed yo. =)
i've also dug out some photo sticker prints, saw some which surprised me.
i didnt realise im still keeping those taken with one of my ex,
whom is definitely not even worth seeing that piece of face.
although the photos are nice (i mean my face LOL),
but, it's better thrown. i guess.
c'mon man. itz a new year. a new start.
gonna throw away all the unhappiness.
look ahead, & create a happier life, yea? =)
wow im becoming more optimistic. ahakx.
anyway, im in my site office right now.
been walking thru-n-fro to the kookoo air-conditioner several times.
to switch it on. on. ON.
oh yea this time is the 10th or 11th!
something's wrong with this air-con. been switching off itself.
[i know what u might be thinking. DONT SCARE ME OKAY].
SEE! 12th time! gOsh~
was watching some videos in Youtube.
saw some video captured on some soccer players' death on the pitch. =(
it all started when i entered Youtube, clicked on the "Peter Schmeichel Scores" clip under the Recommended for You category on the homepage.
then clicked from clips to clips under the Related Videos section.
Marc-Vivien Foé [Manchester City (loan)/Cameroon]
= 1 May 1975 - 26 June 2003 =
On 26 June 2003, Cameroon faced Colombia in the semi-final (FIFA Confederations Cup), held at the Stade de Gerland in Lyon, France. In the 72nd minute of the match Foé collapsed in the centre circle, with no other players near him. After attempts to resuscitate him on the pitch, he was stretchered off the field, where he received mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and oxygen.
Medics spent 45 minutes attempting to restart his heart, and although he was still alive upon arrival at the stadium's medical centre he died shortly afterwards, in spite of the efforts to save his life. A first autopsy did not determine an exact cause of death, but a second autopsy later revealed hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, and concluded that Foé's death was heart-related.
[i had seen this news on Singapore's Newpaper]
Miklós Fehér [S.L. Benfica/Hungary]
= 20 July 1979 – 25 January 2004 =
On 25 January 2004, Benfica travelled to Guimarães to play Vitória S.C.. Fehér, who had just come on as a substitute, received a yellow card in injury time and suddenly bent forward, seemingly in pain. He then fell backwards to the ground.
Teammates rushed immediately to aid Fehér before medical personnel arrived on the pitch. An ambulance arrived on the pitch, and Fehér was rushed to the hospital. However, before midnight, Fehér's death was confirmed. Fehér died of a heart attack.
Watch this. how sad eh?
Is the Arabian football player taken by the angel of death?
His life wasn't taken tho. But did he struggled with the angel of death? or did he suffered an epileptic seizure? Whatever it was, it looks SCARY. liked being tossed and pulled by some invisible force or something. =\
life is indeed so unpredictable.
no one can say confidently that there will always be a tomorrow for him/her.
you'll never know when the angel of death is gonna come for you.
who knows.......... if tomorrow would be mine.
a heartfelt song, Last Breath by Ahmed Bukhatir.
this song seems allah. but im not a racist tho.
the meaning of this song touched my heart.
especially after watching the video above.
from those around, i hear a cry, a muffled sob, a hopeless sigh.
i hear their footsteps leaving slow,
and then i know my soul must fly.
a chilly wind begins to blow, within my soul, from head to toe.
and then, Last Breath escapes my lips.
it's time to leave, and i must go.
so, it is true, but it's too late.
they said each soul has its Given Date.
when it must leave its body's core,
and meet with its Eternal Fate.
oh mark the words that i do say.
who knows? tomorrow could be your day. *touch wood*
[my sister sot de. saw me tidying & cleaning my stuffs, she was like so surprised & clapped delightfully. den my mum came out to see what's going on, the 2 of them looked at me like one kind, then they YAY! & high-fived. =.=" ............... *speechless* lol]
i've thrown away many rusted/spoilt accessories & stuffs.
there are some used & brand new stuffs which i dont think im gonna use it,
i've put them all aside. i guessed its better to donate them off to people who need & would appreciate having it rather than me keeping them knowing that i wont use.
itz doing a good deed yo. =)
i've also dug out some photo sticker prints, saw some which surprised me.
i didnt realise im still keeping those taken with one of my ex,
whom is definitely not even worth seeing that piece of face.
although the photos are nice (i mean my face LOL),
but, it's better thrown. i guess.
c'mon man. itz a new year. a new start.
gonna throw away all the unhappiness.
look ahead, & create a happier life, yea? =)
wow im becoming more optimistic. ahakx.
anyway, im in my site office right now.
been walking thru-n-fro to the kookoo air-conditioner several times.
to switch it on. on. ON.
oh yea this time is the 10th or 11th!
something's wrong with this air-con. been switching off itself.
[i know what u might be thinking. DONT SCARE ME OKAY].
SEE! 12th time! gOsh~
was watching some videos in Youtube.
saw some video captured on some soccer players' death on the pitch. =(
it all started when i entered Youtube, clicked on the "Peter Schmeichel Scores" clip under the Recommended for You category on the homepage.
then clicked from clips to clips under the Related Videos section.
Marc-Vivien Foé [Manchester City (loan)/Cameroon]
= 1 May 1975 - 26 June 2003 =
On 26 June 2003, Cameroon faced Colombia in the semi-final (FIFA Confederations Cup), held at the Stade de Gerland in Lyon, France. In the 72nd minute of the match Foé collapsed in the centre circle, with no other players near him. After attempts to resuscitate him on the pitch, he was stretchered off the field, where he received mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and oxygen.
Medics spent 45 minutes attempting to restart his heart, and although he was still alive upon arrival at the stadium's medical centre he died shortly afterwards, in spite of the efforts to save his life. A first autopsy did not determine an exact cause of death, but a second autopsy later revealed hypertrophic cardiomyopathy, and concluded that Foé's death was heart-related.
[i had seen this news on Singapore's Newpaper]
Miklós Fehér [S.L. Benfica/Hungary]
= 20 July 1979 – 25 January 2004 =
On 25 January 2004, Benfica travelled to Guimarães to play Vitória S.C.. Fehér, who had just come on as a substitute, received a yellow card in injury time and suddenly bent forward, seemingly in pain. He then fell backwards to the ground.
Teammates rushed immediately to aid Fehér before medical personnel arrived on the pitch. An ambulance arrived on the pitch, and Fehér was rushed to the hospital. However, before midnight, Fehér's death was confirmed. Fehér died of a heart attack.
Watch this. how sad eh?
Is the Arabian football player taken by the angel of death?
His life wasn't taken tho. But did he struggled with the angel of death? or did he suffered an epileptic seizure? Whatever it was, it looks SCARY. liked being tossed and pulled by some invisible force or something. =\
life is indeed so unpredictable.
no one can say confidently that there will always be a tomorrow for him/her.
you'll never know when the angel of death is gonna come for you.
who knows.......... if tomorrow would be mine.
a heartfelt song, Last Breath by Ahmed Bukhatir.
this song seems allah. but im not a racist tho.
the meaning of this song touched my heart.
especially after watching the video above.
from those around, i hear a cry, a muffled sob, a hopeless sigh.
i hear their footsteps leaving slow,
and then i know my soul must fly.
a chilly wind begins to blow, within my soul, from head to toe.
and then, Last Breath escapes my lips.
it's time to leave, and i must go.
so, it is true, but it's too late.
they said each soul has its Given Date.
when it must leave its body's core,
and meet with its Eternal Fate.
oh mark the words that i do say.
who knows? tomorrow could be your day. *touch wood*
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