i was watching the Newcastle v Chelsea game. since it was Shearer's first game, i decided to give him some face and watch the whole game. I have a soft spot for them.. it might be because they used to play swashbuckling attacking football under kev.. or maybe cos they give us 6 points almost every season. can't choose btw the former or latter.
there's something about newcastle. it becomes the graveyard for defenders. all the legendary defenders that have come and gone. bramble, boumsong, marcelino, rozenhal, craig something the aussie dude, cacapa, dabizas.. u can probably name a few more. and now, you can add coloccini to the list. this dude is the most expensive of their defenders. but after last night's performance. he might as well be the most retarded. bad decisions, bad positioning. just about everything was bad.
and there's ryan taylor. the only reason newcastle bought him was to stop him from scoring freekicks against them. every single cross that taylor made, it fell onto a chelsea player. woeful crossing and even woeful passing. he was the one the broke down every single newcastle move. i just think he's a pathetic excuse for a footballer. at least he's not half bad in fm08.
michael owen. the least said about him the better.
i feel bad for players like martins and jonas gutierrez. they try n try n try. run n run n run. but just doesn't have enough support and enough quality about the rest of their team-mates. each time martins runs at the chelsea defend, there's 3 defenders on him. owen doesn't run into space. owen's behind the pace. he's strolling behind martins.
if newcastle doesn't win at stoke next week, they're gonna be all but down.
and i thought it was going to be another one of those nights for us again. hitting the woodwork 4 times in the first half. is there a record for this sorta things? are we now the record holders for hitting the woodwork the most number of times in a half? well done to the lads for running into the wall non-stop and finally breaking it down. the media would have pried us apart if we failed to win. they just manify every single fucking thing. when we lost to boro, we're totally rubbish. never going to win the league with rafa in charge.
and 3 games later. after real, manure n villa, suddenly rafa is the genius and the best manager in the planet. fuck u mainstream media. u're all jus story whores who thinks the crack in ur ass is the river nile.
Singaporeans are a bunch that can really complain. We can complain about everything. We can complain about the MRT door opening too slow, and it makes us late for work. We can complain about the sky being too blue and it looks irritating.
And what follows, you get Singaporeans complaining about other Singaporeans complaining. You just can't break out of that cycle can you?
I use to like playing chess. It's a marvelous game which develops into something unique each time you play it. Each move determines the next. What you did is going to affect what you're going to do.
I like strategy games too. Heroes of Might and Magic, Command and Conquer. I was pretty darn good at them. Though i sucked at Starcraft, I probably didn't like the idea of aliens running around. Give me army men and medieval creatures any time of the day. I was so good at the games it made me confident enough to think that I could go back in time and give Zhu'ge Liang a run for his money.
But it's only games! fuck, and I think it took me too long to find out.
If life was a chess game. I can say I have lost my queen in as early as the 2nd move. All that I can do now is to defend and try not to die a horrible death. Name of the game now is to survive.
Every week i bring my dad to TTSH for his eye appointment. It's a crazy wait mind you. always kills the whole afternoon. No wonder those rich fellas will spend more money go private and cut the waiting time. I am but a peasent. so wait i must. I see these doctors walking in and out. Most of them probably my age? or just a couple of years older.
And you know what? Those of you monkeys in school might have the same thinking as me. These were the people that we made fun of in SCHOOL! We never included them in our outings. We never ate with them during recess. We called them names... like 4 eye geek. or mega NERD. and many more funky names which might have slipped my mine.
These fair skinned, bispectecled, might be abit tubby, gentle soft spoken people. They are now DOCTORS. They still have their queen on the chessboard and are on a rampage killing all the opponent's pawn. He who laugh last laugh the longest and the LOUDEST.
My laughing have ended. and i don't feel like laughing anymore.
It's too late for regrets and I don't even wan to start talking about regrets. No point talking about regrets. It's time now to start playing the survival game. At least I'm still thinking about surviving. The next level would be questioning if there's a point in surviving.
So those out there. Those who still have your queen with you. Look at the big picture. Sooner rather then later, you'll have your chance to go on a rampage. Future is bright. Little things don't matter now. Don't complain so much. Take it all in and off you go.
Slip inside the eye of your mind Don't you know you might find A better place to play You said that you'd never been But all the things that you've seen Slowly fade away
So I start a revolution from my bed 'cause you said the brains I have went to my head Step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off you face You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so Sally can wait She knows it's too late As we're walking on by Her soul slides away But don't look back in anger I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go Where nobody knows If it's night or day Please don't put your life in the hands Of a rock and roll band Who'll throw it all away
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed 'cause you said the brains I have went to my head Step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom Stand up beside the fireplace Take that look from off you face 'cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
So Sally can wait She knows it's too late As she's walking on by My soul slides away But don't look back in anger Don't look back in anger I heard you say At least not today
