Life with Farhi Part 9 - 9months old

Vacation in Egypt

Daddy nk makan ape?

Love makan biskut

Bos kecik. Dok blakang elok2 ah

Nk hantar daddy pegi keje!!

Life with Farhi Part 8 - 8 months old

With his beloved Mak tok and Tok ayah

Fever!!

Crying sebab demammm

Tertido coz too penat and demam

Life with Farhi Part7 - 7 months old

Drooling too much. Eyang said 1 litre per day!!

Cant stay still, but still very behaved!

My little polar bear

Life with Farhi Part6 -6 months old

Mamam banyak!!

Starting to be lasak!!

Life with Farhi Part 5 - 5 months old

Agah sket gelak besar. Gigi tarak lagi!!

An expert on in self bottle holding.

Loves to make this kind of face expression.

Life with Farhi Part 4 - 4 months old

Tgk skill Bergkamp hehehe

Clever enough to hold the bottle on his own!!

Mengamuk kene sedut

It's mommy's fault!!

Kene pujuk dgn daddy!!

Life with Farhi Part 3 - 3 months old

Sleeping with daddy, but he's the first to wake up

Slalu kene lambung!!

Mommy's dearest

Dah biase dok diam2 dalam seat

Mommy nk ajar minat AF. Haihhhhh

Life with Farhi Part 2 - 2 months old

Life with Farhi Part 1 - New Born

The kid will turn a year old in a week's time. How quickly time passes us by eh? The past 11 months was brilliant for me, the best period of time in my entire freaking life. Watching Farhi growing up in front of my own eyes was heavenly. As I'm in the mood for blogging I'm gonna use all the bandwith available to upload Farhi's pics as much as I want. Enjoy them, as for these moments they wont return. Love, big o' daddy.

My boy..dah besar already!!

I'm hungry!!

Rapper baby!!

Layan mommy..fan of that bloody AF

Suke betenggek kat daddy!

Look mommy!!I'm swimming!!

Kalo dengan daddy tu..haihhh

A well behaved boy. Senang nak dibawak ke kedai makan!!

It's a start!

:)

Finally, it's the end.

Who would have thought a team that just scored a last minute goal would concede another a mere seconds later?

After putting out such an insipid display of football, honestly Arsenal do not deserve to win the game at all. For all their hailed 'technical ability', it was laid bare to all eyes watching that this Arsenal side lacks heart, desire, commitment, and for a team with at least 4 national team captains in it, leadership. No urgency, slow, where the fuck has the pace gone?I swear for the whole 110minute of the game I never once saw an Arsenal player busting his lungs out whether trying to break into the opposition area or tracking back. This is what infuriates me and all the fans. We keep hearing that this team is not going to give up, they are going to break their legs in order to catch ManUre but that was all talk, no substance what so ever. Yeah you can say the penalty was a ridiculous decision but you cant always blame the refs. Look into the mirror Arsenal. We have a shot to win a title since years but none of you seem wanted to win it at all.

Finally, it's the end of the season.

Back again

Assalamualaikum,

Haven't been writing(or in any mood of writing) for a long time. Well life's good, the wife's great, and the kid is almost a year old already. That reminds me, hell I need to fork out some money for the kid 1st birthday.

Blame the baby for being too cute!!Haha!!

:)

A year passes by in a blink of an eye,
From a white clean sheet into a kite reaching for the sky,
Along the way were winds of barrier,
Though we are still in love may it long last forever.

The marriage has survived a tough first year. Here's hoping for a life happily ever after.

To Nor Azliana binti Aridi, Happy Anniversary love.

The Plight of an Obsessed Fan

I was born and raised in a family of man. I still remember fondly how me and my 4 brothers showed our manliness in every inch of our behavior. There were unwritten rules embedded in our mind that we were mandated to follow, rules that we thought would turn us into a real man. As I grew older I found out these rules were mostly bollocks, often made by my own dad to impose his man power on us kids (there's no such things as becoming sexually impotent for wearing your briefs at night right?) . Nevertheless, I spent a good chunk of my childhood abiding these rules, thus making me the man I am today.

One of the main rules was as a man, I must like sports. It doesn't matter what sport it is, make it basketball, football, volleyball or whatever, as a child with a banana like organs between my crotch, I am obliged to follow sports or my dad would cut off my dangler so I can become a girl. So there was I, some 20 years back, sitting in front of the tube, forced to change from cartoons to sport programs, where I would spend the next hour or so watching something I can barely understand (By the way, watching too much cartoons will make the eyes blind, as mentioned by the rules). I hated it so much back then, pretty much unaware how much sports were going to be a big part of my life later.

Little by little, the influence of sport in my life became bigger and bigger. No longer it was just something to do during my past time. All of the sudden, sport started to represent me. It has become a big part of my life, the main topic of conversation. I started to become more passionate about the teams that I supported, and I am so proud to say that I am and always will be a devoted Arsenal fan. I still remember the year 1997/98, when Arsenal won the Premier League. Back then, 99.9% of the school population supported that damn Devils from Manchester, and I was the only person who was bold enough to come out and declare myself as an Arsenal fan. You would not believe the abuse I got whenever Arsenal got beatan that year, and especially when ManUre got that infamous 12 point lead, damn, it was like living in the West Bank of Gaza. It was torture, man. And when Arsenal clawed their way and pipped ManUre for the title? I was so elated and felt like want to tell the world how great I was for supporting the champions. The problem was, I had no one to celebrate with!! Ha Ha!!

Sports for me is a human devotion like no other(there's that one devotion to Allah, which is THE ultimate devotion of all, but that's another story) . Humans need inspiration to motivate them on achieving the hardest of feats. What better can inspire us than sports? Sports let us dream, inspire us to do something that we could never do. Sports taught me that no matter who you are and where did you come from, if you really wanted something, you give all you got to achieve it, then nothing's impossible. Micheal Jordan came from a humble background to become the best basketball player ever. Pele survived a life of gangsters and criminals to win the World Cup 3 times. Arsenal were just a mid table scrapper before becoming a title challenger every year. All of these sportsmen were just ordinary men, just like all of us before they became superstars. Their unmatched will and desire to be the best, their mentality of winning at all cost added up to their hours of hardwork are great examples for all of us to follow. Sports can give us elation, an exhilaration of joy and pride. But the most important of all, sports let us dream, let us believe that no matter who we are or where did we come from, we can achieve anything we wished for if we have the outmost desire to realize our dreams. They say 'you reap what you sow', and that's true to every syllable.

Lots of people keep questioning me, why I am so passionate and obsessed with sports, with Arsenal especially. I don't mind that, but what really bothers me is that the ones who keep asking are the ones who spent hours idolising Akademi Fantasia, and spending lots of money on magazines about cars (without the money to buy them!). Sorry, but I'd rather spend my weekend nights watching football at nearby mapley rather than watching a bunch of monkeys humiliating themselves by singing.

Cut my skin, my blood is red and white,
Dare to pull down my pants, I got a cannon between my crotch.
Arsenal for Life!!

He is here Pt 2

He is here

Muhammad Farhi Irham bin Fairuz Indra

Reaching out

Hoping that someone would take a second to listen.

Fucking stressed out

Sigh..

A month away from the big day.
Tirades of babbling just wont go away
Stabbing through the heart like an inflamed spear
By the person I hold in my hart so dear

Keep it together the soul said
To meet the one for a long time you have waited
For it would be worth every drop of the dripping blood
To finally embrace the one who shall take away the sad

To the people I would die for
With an honest quest and nothing more
This tortured soul would survive the deepest of seas
For he shall always be there for you like heartless fleas

Sleepless

Its cold
Its dark

Thinking bout the future
The path that I should embark
The choices that I should make
The reasons that I should hang onto

One reason is snoring beside me
The other is striving to be with me

For those I would put my life on the line for
I love you with regret no more

12.06am

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