borneo sevens

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

There's something about men and balls.

The sporting kind, snap back to reality, this is somewhat your typical family friendly blog written by a girl.

This general fixation with all things round have you guys chasing, hustling, kicking, hitting, bouncing and largely fighting (in every sense of the word) each other to essentially prove who has the biggest *ahem* balls. This time I refer to the junk.

I'm sure there is an existential theory out there that has some proven relativity to this ongoing obsession, but I've decided long ago that there's a huge probability I got some version of testosterone that relishes field balls just as much.

Football's a given, and a few others I favor include tennis, basketball and rugby. Which isn't basically American football without the pads. I don't consistently watch rugby aside from the bigger events, and when I do, I usually wonder why I don't make it a habit to watch it more often. The set plays and formation are lovely to watch. It may seem like an oxymoron with the amount of contact in the sport, however the passing in reverse laterals come off as somewhat, graceful.

So I had the pleasure of working over the weekend covering the action packed Borneo Sevens International Club Tournament hosted by the Sandakan Rugby Club, home of the Borneo Eagles and Sabah Eagles.

The team hard at work to bring live streaming of the entire tournament. They did such a brilliant job, so proud of them! All I did was finish those pack of Chipsmore cookies you see on the table there. Now you see it, now it's in Reem's tummy.

My vantage point

One of my most favourite pictures ever, that I took on my iPad *pat on back*

The Borneo Eagles were runners up in the competition, second only to the Fijian club Daveta.

I even managed to get Adam (also known as ACDC) to put on a my favourite piece of clothing. How? Now that story deserves a whole other post. If I ever feel the need to justify it. Because essentially, no one and I mean no one, needs a reason to don a Liverpool top.
xo Reem

oh fowler

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Let me take you back to the exact moment I discovered my heart belonged to Anfield...

It was when I visited Anfield.

It was like how Newton discovered gravity, when he sat under a tree and an apple fell. It's really quite unremarkable. But its effect and consequence are profound.

As profound as it gets in football anyway - a vow to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part (which in today's climate refers to: until you get relegated to the championship).

That was back in 1996. I went along with my parents to visit my uncle and cousins who lived in Loughborough and because mum was a die hard Liverpool fan (I must reiterate though, that I'm not a fan by default) we went on a road trip to Anfield, Goodison Park and surprise, surprise, Old Trafford too.

We didn't catch any matches though, just checked the grounds snapped some photos and shopped for souvenirs. At that time the Shankly statue wasn't even erected yet. There was an air of unparalleled heritage, glory and nostalgia. A feeling you can't really explain or comprehend without experience.

By then I'd already had an inkling towards this great British pastime, introduced by mum having friends over on weekends for good food and well, the opportunity to shout at the TV. So this fascination was not entirely foreign, but standing at the legendary grounds, I fully understood.

(I'm still trying to locate a photograph from this trip to insert in this space).

When I got back to KL, I got a copy of the official LFC magazine, saved up 10 pounds (about RM40 at that time), got my mum to prepare a bank draft and sent in my application for an annual club membership. I also decided Robbie Fowler was my favourite player. His statistics speak for itself, but I held on to the fact that if I suffered from mild dyslexia, he'd be a flower. Michael Owen hadn't debuted at that point.

The rest as they say, is history.

Fast forward to 2012:

It was just another Thursday for them.

For me, a childhood dream manifested (and trying hard not to stumble on pronouncing Henchoz or saying flower out loud)

xo Reem

10 lies i tell myself

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

You know how writers always stumble upon writer's block? Yes it happens to non-writers too.

I'm not a writer, professionally - although I had hoped to be at one point or another growing up - but I have some sort of block. Or an aversion to form an opinion on anything of late, just because. So I came up with a list of lies to excuse myself from posting -

1. When I'm not writing up a post, my thoughts are engaged in writing, thus I am writing. You just can't see it

2. Just a few more minutes on Zalora, Net-a-porter, Fashionvalet etc

3. Just a few more minutes on anything other than Wordpress

4. I need a new camera. I need a new phone. I just need the iPhone 5

5. I can't decide if the Samsung S3 is indeed better than the iPhone 5

6. Snapping photos and making mental notes at an event to blog about later robs me from the experience to fully indulge in the moment

7. Liverpool are still at the bottom half of the table

8. My hair is too long and I need a hair cut (???)

9. I'm turning mid late 20's in 15 days, and aging just means more cellulite (double ???)

10. I don't need to reveal every detail of my life on the Internet because a) everyone will read it, b) no one will read it

And there you have it, today's random thought.

xo Reem


Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Does anyone else remember growing up watching 'The Price Is Right' game show on TV, back in the day when Astro was a mere morsel of idealistic thought in someone-who's-now-a-billionaire's mind? If I'm not mistaken the show is still running in the States.

I used scream at the TV (much like one does when watching football) along with the contestants to guess the value of the items which range from cars to holidays packages.

What does the game show have to do with anything? Nothing really. Just that it popped into my mind  when I was invited to be one of the faces of 'Priced', a brand new coupon booklet that will be released in the market soon.

That's my best impression of the models on the Price Is Right, as you can see, I was totally inspired.

They say that you are the sum of your experiences. My mum should be proud at all the times I maxed our her credit cards as it has prepared me for this role - the discerning shopper (for today, at least).

Members of the 'Priced' family

The coupons on Priced are based on 1-for-1 offers for products and services from well established brands. It's all about saving money and maximizing your dollar. Coupons are so popular these days that even celebrities like Khloe Kardashian and Sarah Michelle Gellar are doing it!

Little Zara by far stole the show. She's such a natural talent with the camera, making the rest of us look like amateurs. But I bet you can't beat my shopping ways little darling. Not at least until you turn 12.

xo Reem

italian job

Saturday, October 6, 2012

If we get booted at group stage, I will be bitter.

"It is a lesson – you have to earn the right to win the game but we didn't do that at the beginning of the second half. Maybe we thought the game was too comfortable but at this level it never is. We need constant reminders and constant work that you have to maintain concentration and earn the right to win. You can't keep having to score two, three or even five goals just to win a game" - Brendan Rodgers
Bite the bullet, trim the fat and learn to park the bus. D-E-F-E-N-S-E!!! (me, in a cute cheerleader outfit).

xo Reem

pause button

Monday, October 1, 2012

We're over a decade into the 21st century, and the time machine is still as mythical as EL James' (read: 50 Shades) take on relationships.

The average daily experience today consists of work, family, household chores, errands and a social circuit to boot. These of which are considered as commitments/responsibilities to others. Then there's the commitment to yourself, your well being, your self development. For a girl this includes salons, spas, pedicures, gym, a good book (preferably not 50 shades) and most of all, SLEEP. For a guy this includes a round FIFA 13, a 6-pack + pizza. Just as time consuming if not more. 24 hours a day simply does not cut it.

Whinging and whining aside, on a personal level I feel that I've put my 24 hours to good use in maximizing my collective experience.

The past 7 days since my last post, in no chronological order I've - traveled to Bangkok, recorded an episode of  FO, shot with some Muay Thai experts at a gym on Jalan Alor (for FO), a trip to the salon for some much needed hair treatment, hit the gym twice, finished reading the 3rd and final book in the 50 Shades trilogy, ran 7km at the PJ Half Marathon, attended my boss's farewell dinner and swung by the launch of Marinis in KL. Not to mention celebrating Liverpool's first win of the season with a hat trick from Suarez and a goal each from Captain Numero 8 & loan transfer, Sahin. All that plus the usual daily grind from 9am-6pm at AirAsia.

What a difference a day makes - 24 little hours. How precious they are, so make the most of it. Even if it's just spending some time playing with your cat.

Sweaty & satisfied at the PJ Marathon... suiting up, way up at Marini's on 57th

Cats need attention too. Meet Lola, everyone!

xo Reem
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