Inspired by pitch invader at Brazil vs Argentina (Doha)
The roar of the 50,000 people in the stadium pounded onto my ears as I kept looking up from the pitch to the clock every other second. I kept fidgeting in my seat with excitement so exuberant that I stood out even in a football stadium. My palms were moist and I licked the sweat off my upper lip. The people around me were being weary but seeing as we were at a football stadium watching two giants play against each other, they didn’t think too much of it. Just then…my lucky number came up on the clock. ’81′st minute. It’s time.
I sprang out of my seat so fast it seemed like I had sat on burning coal with only one thought in my head. I shoved the person in front of me and jumped over the first row, as I was sitting in the second row, and I was standing behind the barrier which separated the crowd from the pitch but there was also a ditch to pass but I could see that I could jump it. ‘What is this a moat’? The people behind me swore at me for shoving them out of the way and one of them actually got up to confront me, but it was too late, for him that is.
I jumped stood on top of the barrier, braced myself, and vaulted over the ditch landing with such agility that I surprised myself. I did a somersault and stood up like lightning. I looked over my shoulder at the two guards’s bewildered expressions as comprehension dawned on the faces as they realised what I was about to do but before they could move, I sprinted full out to the edge of the pitch.
The sound of the crowed seemed to double as I ran onto the pitch as they also realised who I was. Well, I’m sure they understood I was no ball boy. It took a while for the game to stop as the players were so focused on the match and gave it their undivided attention and it only stopped when I almost got halfway across the pitch. ’So this is what it felt like to stand in front of all these people’ I thought. It felt unbelievably incredible. I knew there were over half a million people watching me all around the world and it felt like I was glowing. I streaked through the players, laughed at them, jeered at some and praised others, and did a U-Turn when I reached one side of the pitch and headed back to where I invaded from. By this time over 8 guards ran onto the pitch and were heading straight for me. I looked back at them and bellowed at them to catch me. By the time I got back to where I started from, and got a high five from the Argentinian goalkeeper to boot, catch me they did.
One of them caught up with me and tackled me so hard I was lucky I didn’t crack a rib. The others joined the fray and restrained me like as if I was going to blow up the whole stadium. As they stood me up I said ‘Hey guys’. The look on their faces told me they weren’t about to ask me to dinner that night, or any night for that matter. Oh well. Their loss. As they led me off the pitch the crowed roared again giving me even a louder applause than Messi and Ronaldinho got as they walked onto the pitch. It felt amazing. They led me off the pitch down the tunnel where the crowds cheers were swallowed whole.
After two months of freedom and starting school again, it really felt like we never had a break (and I say that in a good way). We got a new campus! It’s really big and it’s nothing like our last cozy little pen. It was fun at the Rayyan campus because it felt like we were a big family just going about and doing our business to learn. But now things have changed. We’ve got a bigger and better campus!
New students! 4 new students in our class and, I really don’t understand this, but they’re all guys. Not that I care…it’s just that the girls were outnumbered last year 10 to 1. and it really hasn’t gotten any better for them. Something with our class…hmmm. Oh well. Can’t do anything about it now.
New subject! Seeing as I am starting my IGCSE course this year, I have taken a new subject. Business. If I was still in Saudi I could have taken Business, Accounting and Economics…but they don’t offer all of them here but thats okay. Last year I took Music class for the first time ever! It was a new experience. This year I’m not taking Music though, or Art for that matter. Instead of just saying what I’m not taking…let me tell you what I am:
Physics
Biology
Chemistry
Maths
English
French 2nd Language
ICT
Geography
Business Studies
My IGCSE exams take place on June of 2012. To some people that seems ages away…but I know better, that year and a half we have left is going to fly by. Exams are practically on our doorsteps I think. Fingers crossed!
I’ve decided to put songs that I love up. Just in case you might find something you like, I’ll keep putting up different songs on every post! (I’ll try to embed the video in…right after I find out how from Mr Raisdana)
Hey! Again…I lost touch with my blog…but I want to start updating it again. I can’t give you a proper post right now because I’m heading out for my football practise at Evolution Soccer! Football is my favourite sport if you didn’t know
Well I haven’t really written about my summer so far. But better late than never right?
I left school a week and a half early and I flew from Doha to Bahrain. The transit there took only about 30 minutes and the flight there took even less! From there we had to look forward to a 7 hour flight all the way to London in England. Now this was the worst part of the whole journey. We were told by BA (British Airways) that we would be given a room because the transit in London (thats right ‘transit’, London is not where we were headed) took 12 hours! ‘Sigh’ so I was looking forward to kicking back in the room and relaxing. But when we got to London, tiered and stiff, we were told that we weren’t going to be given rooms and to even think that would be silly. Apparently they don’t give you rooms unless your flight was delayed and you missed your next flight at your transit. Well whoop te doo! A 12 hour transit and no room! So we had to wait in the lobby…some lobby! There were nothing but those cheap plastic chairs! You’ve got to be kidding me! But sadly no one was.
12 hours went by and the most eventful thing that happened was my shoe lace coming untied, in other words it was pretty dull. There was a big clock in front of where we were sitting like as if it was trying to mock us! I wish it would do us a favour and tick away faster…but it felt like the more I thought that the slower it worked. But we managed to get passed to 12 hours without losing out sanities but now we had to look for one more flight. The last stretch. Another 7 hour flight to Canada! I watched two movies on this flight and they were Sherlock Holmes and Eli. Sherlock Holmes was fun but probably a little too long and Eli wasn’t half bad but it got a kinda corny around the end.
By the time we got to Montreal I couldn’t feel my legs or my butt for that matter. What was funny was that we got there on the longest day of the year! The sun went down at around 8:45 PM! It went down at around 5:30 in Doha! This is my first time out of the Middle East (apart from going to Pakistan) and I like how it went. I really like Montreal and its very different to Doha. The people, the hospitality, weather, organization…etc. Don’t get me wrong, I like Doha but I’ve got to give credit where credit is due…and in this case thats Canada.
The end of another school year. Good-byes all round, hugs, kisses, playful punches on the arms…mixed emotions. I think this would be one of the hardest endings to a school year I have ever felt.
A new school in a new country and meeting new friends only to have them taken away from you at the end. This year in the Year 9 class we were all new. Apart from one person in the class we were all new to the country and that made it easier to befriend someone. I think it was easier because we had to start from scratch. There were no groups to join. We had to make those groups! So everyone was different at the beginning to what they ended out to being at the end.
The end? Sadly, in ways, it is the end to somethings. I might not ever meet some of the friends I made this year again, friends that I can proudly call one of my best friends. Sure we will keep in touch and everything…but that wont be the same as to be over at your friends house for the whole day and hang out. What makes it worse is that we depended on each other at the beginning. And one year with them is just not enough. It just isn’t. And it doesn’t seem fair…after all we’ve been through it gets stripped away from us.
Sorry for all the doom and gloom I had to get it out of my system.
So like I said it’s the end for somethings. But only some. It is actually a new beginning to more than one thing. I feel like I’m sitting on the edge of a cliff and looking down upon this last year. I can take a telescope and examine one event that took place from all angles. Of course I’ve got a couple of regrets here and there…but don’t we all? Its how the game is played. I don’t think anyones ever finished it without any regrets. But now I’ve got to turn around and climb up the next hill. Learning Well, Enjoying Life, Exceeding Expectations. I’m gonna try and climb that next hill with less regret and exceed my own expectations. Hopefully I’ll succeed.
At the moment in English, we are reading the book ‘ The Outsiders’ which is a book about how the lower class people (Greasers) and the higher class people (Socs) get along. It was written by a sixteen year old girl (who was lower class) explaining the fine line between the Greasers and the Socs. It may not all be a true story but it’s a very good idea of what it was like between them.
So while we were reading we came across the word ‘ tuff ‘ which is one of the many slang words used by the Greasers. Tuff basically means cool. That was were we got our first assignment about this book. We were told to make a ‘virtual poster’ (Mr.Raisdona is not a fan of posters ) and put on things that we thought were cool to us. To make a virtual poster we had to go onto glogster.com where a poster is called a Glog. So without any further ado…this is my Glog:
All alone, your singled out, the tape clicks on and CLICK you see the truth. You start seeing problems and solving questions in a different way. The different feelings you experience while listening to music varies from song-to-song. Most common feelings are the simple ones which are happiness, anger, and sadness. The chance is there that two people are listening to the same song but getting two different feelings. Many people around the world love to listen to songs that are bright and colourful. I mean if you think about it logically why would people want listen to songs that are dark and make you want to cry? I have to admit, even I listen to depressing songs, and I think I love them because it feels like the person understands you and shares your sorrow. Music isn’t about thinking at all, it’s what makes you feel inside.
Music can put you in a dreamlike state. It is the time when nothing means anything to you, your life means nothing to you and at that moment nothing can bring you out of that state. It’s when the song you are listening to has lifted you out of existence and dropped you into your own personal world where everything is as you want it. No worries, no problems, no strife. What more could you want? A band that gives me this sensation is Sigur Ros. They have been around since 1994 and they originated from Iceland. They make songs with vocals but they aren’t actually saying anything out of any type of dictionary. It’s simply random sounds but they’ve made it beautiful. Their first song that I listened to was called Vaka which is so beautiful and blissful that it makes me cry. The rhythm is amazingly slow. It feels like they understand everything you feel, but they understand you without even singing through most of the song. You could say it has the same outcome of being drunk, not knowing (or caring for that matter) where you are. But that dream like state might be a better way of letting go for a while! If you know what I’m talking about this sensation being amazing and you want advice on who to listen to, trust me, Sigur Ros.
When you’re listening to songs that make you feel blissful, the music transports you away and erases all other thoughts. You Found Me by The Fray is a song that I listen to continually. Every time I listen to it, it changes my attitude for the best. If I’m feeling depressed, I bounce back up and if I’m already feeling happy well then it’s there as a reminder. Many people listen to happy songs to get away from life’s problems so they could not think for a long time about anything but what they’re feeling. The usual songs that make you blissful are the up-beat cheery types. Although you could have a long and slow melody which is about some depressed country girl who finally finds happiness. Even though it’s not about a country girl, When I’m Gone by Eminem is a good example of finding happiness in the end. There are many bands just waiting to make you happy. One of them, which I’ve already mentioned, is one of my personal favourites, is The Fray. They are a very successful band at the moment which can bring you back to life if you’ve lost it. The Fray has been around since 2002 and was started by schoolmates Isaac Slade and Joe King. They’re first debut album came out on the 13th of September in 2005 named How to Save a Life. The album became a top 15 hit on the Billboard 200 and a top ten hit in Australia, Canada, Ireland, New Zealand and the UK. It was also ranked 21st on Billboard’s list of the Best Digital Songs of the Decade. I urge you to listen to them if you just want to get away for a while and burst with overflowing happiness that would fill your lungs and make you scream for more.
We come to my favourite feeling that listening to music gives me, bitter sweet. I think it’s the most realistic because no one’s life could be so horrible that they’re always depressed, and no one’s life could be so perfect that they’re always cherry. Life is a mixture of both. The feeling itself is so awe-inspiring. That grievous feeling that mixes in you is then suddenly followed by that joyous feeling that replaces it but at a cost. It reminds me that when everything is falling apart, there is always hope no matter what. The different sensations you get vary from song-to-song and everyone looks at the world from their own perspective. I try and look at the world from all angles and then make a judgment if I can. Music helps you to look at the worlds at all angles because it soothes you and you can think clearly. If you’re arguing with someone you’d be agitated and wouldn’t listen to a word they say. Only some artists are able to put you in their trance which makes you look at the world at a different angle. The Fray is very good at giving you mixed feelings. I think it is important that we all experience that ‘giving everything a chance’ process so we could all be ‘one with ourselves’. It’s not so much as feelings but it’s about your surroundings. There’s no other word for it, the feeling is nothing less than blissful.
Well being an outsider has happened to me quite a bit..but right now the only outsider feeling I remember would be when I first came to Compass. Even before that…I moved here from Saudi Arabia and I felt strange. I didn’t know my way around the city and at night everything felt so dark! In Jeddah it wasn’t dark at all at night. Jeddah is a really busy city with lots of malls and building and everything. There are lots of places in Doha which is just pitch black! But I’ve gotten use to it now and I’m sure if I go back to Saudi it would look way to bright.
Well first day of school…that was kind of spooky. Last time I had a first day of a new school would be when I first started Kinder Garden. Which means I’ve been in the same school for my whole life and never been anywhere different. So this was a first experience.
When I walked into school I had butterflies. Then I walked into the front hall and was guided into my class by Mr. Sharry and when I looked at the class…I saw no one. There were people with faces and everything…but I didn’t see any of them as I do now. I thought to myself that these would be the people who I had to hang out with…and I didn’t know one thing about them. I’m not sure I wanted to at the time…but right there I felt like the outsider…the outcast. Forced to mingle with people he didn’t know. At the time I thought I was the only outsider but to my surprise…I found out that my WHOLE class was new to the school and only one of them had actually been in the country the year before! Well that helped plenty because that meant they were all as scared as me! And it made making friends much easier.
Sadly, I lost touch with my Blog for a good month and am going to start again with updating it at least once every week. I’ll start putting things up…which won’t necessarily be school work. Im Back!
Well in History class we have been learning about 20th Century War Fare, and I don’t know why but I’m concentrating mostly on the World War’s. So first we were given six pieces of papers that would in the end, if done step by step, would give us this whole information we could use somehow. Maybe in a magazine article or making a poster. The first one we had to do was to ‘Select relevant information from a source to group and sequence’. To do that we had to go online and bring back 10 pictures of 20th Century War. Once we had all the pictures in class, 10 people and 10 pictures each meaning 100 pictures, we had to start giving them categories. That was ‘Selecting and combine information from sources on the basis of content’.
We were then given the option of choosing a category and taking that categories pictures home with us. I chose ‘Hand Held Combat’. Then we had to go onto Youtube and find a video that would talk a bit about our topic and shows some footage of actual War. So I went looking around and found this video. There isn’t actually much Hand Held Combat in it but I thought it was a really good video about war.
It was fun at the Rayyan campus because it felt like we were a big family just going about and doing our business to learn. But now things have changed. We’ve got a bigger and better campus!
Im Back! 