Something About Mesut Ozil.

I like the way Ozil owns the field. It's just captivating to watch. He's already on the path towards becoming a world class legend. Kinda like Messi. But I hope he won't fall too deep into the depths of fame and ultimate stardom that comes in the form of a seductress. I hope as he plays and performs on the field, he keeps Islam strong, engraved in his heart. So easily can a man fall into temptation of this Dunya. Especially classy footballers with expensivo lambos, ferraris.. they get all of that simply by kicking a ball on some wide green field. Where do I sign up? (hehe.)

I think it's a known fact that this German lad Ozil is not hard to look at, he has fine, decent features as far as good looks go. I don't know about other girls out there, and what it is that they find so attractive about him, but for me personally, it's, when he smiles, and his cheek bones show. I love how that is, I love him because of his wonderfully constructed cheek bones, (Subhanallah..) 

I love how he always looks so calm. I reckon his personality is such, because when I watch his interviews (which are ALL IN GERMAN. and I do not understand A WORDD HE IS SAYING. But it's just so charming the way he speaks, I love hearing him talk.) He speaks very slowly, kinda carefully utters out his words, I just I dont know that's how it looks like to me, I don't know how to say it in a different manner.

Yes. His eyes are very relaxed too. It's so very apparent especially when he laughes. Sharp, alarmed, relaxed all at the same time. Really I mean most people say their too ballsy but I think, next to his cheek bones, his best features has got to be those big gorgeous Turkish eyes of his. Masha Allah. What beauty Allah created... 

Beneath that decent facade, is a stinger. On the field, the gloves come off; he's right, left, then right again, no your other right, he's behind no wait in front of you and the next thing you hear is GOALLL *haaaa fans cheering*

What a player. I hope I get to interview him one day. LOL. Just LOL. 

Okay, Bye for reals. Assalamualaikum.

Message :

I'm gonna be leaving now. And no I won't be coming back any time soon or later maybe never definitely. I have decided to create a newer, fresher one. This room needs some fresh air, time to wind down the windows let in cool breeze. It's like, this blog is a memoir of my bad past, and I don't wanna keep going with it, how am I supposed to move on then? Hence new blog.

No one's gonna miss me anyways, so im making this short and sweet. 

Good Bye.

MESUT OZIL GOES TO THE GYM, TOO, YOU KNOW.

AsSalaam, guten tag fellow audience. Yes i have decided to try to learn to speak German, despite only achieving as far as "hello", it's a start. Why, German and not French or Italian, you ask? because freaking Mesut Ozil, that's why. Your argument is ever and forever invalid. Need to be prepared for when i meet him soon in the near future. Besides, it's pretty interesting, even though all I hear is "DAS askdjbfkvr jasdhf HEIR TOILETTE DAS sdkjfhruinHEIDI KLUM kjasdhklfjaseg BMW. :)" 

i'm determined to learn and explore new languages. 

 

So I don't know if you've read my previous blog post, which is about.. a little part being about me and a whole part about tips at the gym? and I've realized that I carried the jokes too far, and it's unfair to those who love going to the gym, and not feeling the way i described in my post, and also to boys who just started gyming, and girls too. So, i apologize, it was thoroughly my fault, i have a bad sense of humour. it works in reverse, i don't even

my friends told me joking is one thing, being sarcastic is another, and my blog post didn't fit into either one of them. also, my other friend who's a muslim, whom i respect completely for slapping me in the face with her 6 paragraph reality, sorta jolted me out of my own fantasy world, and is the reason why i have decided to write a new one, excluding bad sarcasm just straight up tips and tricks at the gym. for reals

Okie dokes : 

1) yezza. Getting on the treadmill. Adjust your speed, it should sync with your own stamina, i dont know if that made any sense, but just, start off with 5.4, and gradually go up to speed. If you feel like having a good run, or a simple jog, go for 8.5-10. Some people with extreme stamina even go up to 12. but that's like high speed running. You should stop immediately if you start to feel dizzy, or tired. Slow it down, back to 5.4, if that's still too high, go slower to calm yourself down, regain your energy. Take it up a notch or two, when you feel ready to start running agian.

2) you know, the air walk (i don't know how it's correctly spelled lol sorry) is pretty excellent to work on too. You work on that for 1 solid hour without stopping, is good enough for a day's work out. It's the same process, adjust the speed, and you can go as fast as you want, or even as slow.  This works sorta like the treadmill, only you have to move your hands and legs simultaneously, they have to work together. 

3) What else? To be honest, I spend like 2 hours at the gym, doing just that. lol. 

4) There's this awesome arm work out, it's like you're rowing the boat, you can definitely feel the pressure on your biceps and triceps when you're working on that. If you'd like to buff those guns out, try this machine. tomorrow you'll absolutely feel something. Pain.

5) I advise the lot of you, to seek out pro instructors for help and consultation before you begin with any weight training. they're nice enough to brief you on what to do and what not to do, so you'll always be in the safe zone. If not, you might sprain or even break something in your body without knowing it.

6) If you get bored of working out by yourself, join LES MILLS aerobic classes. they're just mindblowingly awesome i dont even know where to begin. There body attack, body jam, body pump, RPM classes, and last but not least, my fave, BODY COMBAT. LOOL. i'll write some more in my next post, gotta head to class now. Goodbye. Salaam.

ASSASSINS LOVE YOGURT.

I can't say and won't deny the fact that I don't lick the yogurt lid after opening the soury-sweetness of delish yogurtness, it's a natural habit. Some folks find this pretty weird and disgusting, but hey, it's one of the sweeeetest things in life. literally.

AWWWYEEAAAAHHH

So. My current obessession is Assassin's Creed. I am so addicted to Brotherhood, I finished it in just 5 days which is unbelievable, I mean, I finished The Godfather in a week and I thought that was intense. What caught my attention was a character from the first AC, and he's called Altair Ibn Al-Ahad. He comes off as this mysterious, bad ass 10th century assassin, killing Templar agenst, climbing and parkour-ing buildings sorta like spider-man and jumping off buildings to perform a kick-ass-skill assassination with his ultra cool hidden blade. It's wonderland for me.

Awesome Kill in 3..2..1..

Altair's Chronicles

  BROTHERHOOD OF ASSASSINI!

Best Dressed Contest
Altair; Ezio; Connor

So there. I've gone full nerd mode and obssessed obssessed with Assassin's Creed. LOOOOLOLOL

JOEY : HEY. HOW YOU DOIN'?

Alhamdulillah. Gee, thanks for following my blog, new followers. I appRECIATE IT- WAIT WHAT IS THIS? SOrry, caps lock. My kitten thinks my laptop's her new playground. Also, thank you so much for dropping by. Never knew people would actually come and read stuff here, since it's all just a bunch of crap. Except for that last post, I meant that one. Others are just a bunch a lies, fantasies and my daily sugar and spice. Not, literally, of course, but you get the point, audience. 

So......... this is awkward. I haven't updated a single post for centuries. Sure felt like it. I haven't been updating much be-caaaause... I have stopped caring and I'm too tired to give a damn 

because.. these past few months.. Things are.. a little different, that's for certain. Winds of change, as they call it. Or. Something like that. Who cares. Wait. I do. So there. 

I love how my kitten, Sweetie, (i know, audience, yous all are tired of listening/reading? about cute catsy tales but im gonna write about it so stop complaining. and tell me how adorable my cats are.) just stares at me with those big dark, lingering eyes. It's almost like pleading, wanting me to stay. Then she goes on hyper mode again, and the moment's gone. Weird kitten is weird. 

My other cat, Adek, is 9. I think that's like 50 in human years? Is it really? I don't know. 

Yeah he's old. 

I love them. They're like my kids. Only furry. I also speak cat. -  I know, how uh-may-zing. 

OK, so bye.