We are all guilty of being a little too passionate sometimes.

Armed with a keyboard whether on the MacBook or latest smartphone, it's like Grace Kelly never existed. Because like her namesake, she was one of the classiest, most graceful people that ever lived.

Football is no stranger to this graceless passion, with the religious equivalent of holier than thou attitudes. Case in point:

'Oh you'll never win anything'

'You're just a pretty face, you know that right? I can't take you talking about football seriously (in other words, a girl)'

'There are more diehard fans, aside from you, that deserve to be at the World Cup'

'Never see you tweet like this about cunt McMahon. It's never your fault, always the victim.'

In summary, I'm a jaded Liverpool fan because they've never won like anything, ever. I'm a girl therefore I can't enjoy, watch or God forbid have an actual job talking about football.

Literally calling Paul Parker 'harsh' after his comments on Rodger's terrible management skills (this after finishing 2nd last season), means I'm a victim.



It amuses me more than anything that people can be so hateful, especially on a public platform. Didn't your mom teach you not to say anything at all if you don't have anything nice to say? Tsk tsk. You won't be winning anyone's heart that way.

Detox, take a happy pill and be an amazing fan your team can be proud of, it is called the beautiful game after all.

My happy pill

xo Reem

3 months short of a year

...since my last post. What a difference (almost) a year makes.

I've often thought about the varying ways I'd recap my experiences since the wedding weekend below. It's been way way too long. Readers of this blog would simply feel the massive chasm that no amount of #throwbacks would do the series of events justice. And those series of events since my last post, was possibly THE most incredibly-unbelievably-irreplaceable milestones of my career. Like being named LFC TVs official Malaysian reporter. Meeting Zlatan. WORLD CUP 2014 in BRAZIL!!!

As you can see I have amazing knack for timing. Oh, the irony.

Despite my absence from thekopsalad, as those of you who follow me know, I have not disappeared from the great big world wide web entirely. All is not lost.

I'm not going to put any pressure on myself to "write frequently". If I'm being sentimental, need a larger platform to note down my thoughts and have the luxury of time to type them out, thekopsalad remains a safe space (much like that gym membership I have yet to cancel just in case I feel like going - my last visit was 3 months back). Some may call it a little indulgent. But like that scoop of Baskin Robbin' Pralines & Cream or your favourite slice of chocolate cake, some pleasures in life should be just that. A pleasure. Let nobody trip you into that pit of guilt. At least until the day those size 24 skinny jeans no longer fit.

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I hate goodbyes. Can't wait for BPL to start again

xo Reem