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
well well... it doesn't always happen this way. almost half the teams are still not totally safe from relegation troubles.
team i wanna see go down - west brom, boro, stoke team i think will go down - west brom, boro, newcastle
stoke is rubbish. totally rubbish. they fill up the team will 6 footers and get a guy with massive arm strength to launch missiles into the box. fuck.
boro can suck it. that's for beating us and causing us much shit in the previous season. although steve gibson is a nice chap. southgate lost the plot and downing is just being a retard staying at boro.
west brom actually plays nice passing football. but it also proves to be their own undoing as they do not have the quality to pull it off. try harder next time though..
i haven written in a long time. as i try to type... nothing wanna come out! im frigging constipated. don't get me wrong im gg to the toilet very regularly. my daily morning routine in the toilet is normal. just that i can't write anything.
HOW LIKE THAT? all my ideas are inside me. all my thoughts are stuck inside me. arrrggh. like im ready to explode anytime soon.
i guess i'll just try to be more diligent and blog more regularly so that things might come back. the feeling of typing what im thinking might come back. i'll go try save myself. prevent myself from imploding. laters..
Rule #1. Life is not fair. Get used to it. The average teenager uses the phrase "it's not fair" 8.6 times a day. You got it from your parents, who said it so often you decided they must be the most idealistic generation ever. When they started hearing it from their own kids, they realized Rule #1.
Rule #2. The real world won't care as much about your self-esteem as your school does. It'll expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself. This may come as a shock. Usually, when inflated self-esteem meets reality, kids complain that it's not fair. (See Rule No. 1)
Rule #3. Sorry, you won't make $50,000 a year right out of high school. And you won't be a vice president or have a car phone either. You may even have to wear a uniform that doesn't have a Gap label.
Rule #4. If you think your teacher is tough, wait 'til you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure, so he tends to be a bit edgier. When you screw up, he is not going ask you how feel about it.
Rule #5. Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity. They weren't embarrassed making minimum wage either. They would have been embarrassed to sit around talking about Kurt Cobain all weekend.
Rule #6. It's not your parents' fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of "It's my life," and "You're not the boss of me," and other eloquent proclamations of your generation. When you turn 18, it's on your dime. Don't whine about it or you'll sound like a baby boomer.
Rule #7. Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasites of your parents' generation try delousing the closet in your bedroom.
Rule #8. Life is not divided into semesters, and you don't get summers off. Nor even Easter break. They expect you to show up every day. For eight hours. And you don't get a new life every 10 weeks. It just goes on and on.
Rule #9. Television is not real life. Your life is not a sitcom. Your problems will not all be solved in 30 minutes, minus time for commercials. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop to go to jobs. Your friends will not be perky or as polite as Jennifer Aniston.
Rule #10. Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.
Rule #11. Enjoy this while you can. Sure, parents are a pain, school's a bother, and life is depressing. But someday you'll realize how wonderful it was to be kid. Maybe you should start now.
A confused arctic hooded seal was rescued for the second time after swimming the wrong way out of England.
The seal, nicknamed Sahara, has been found off the Spanish coast after swimming south. Last year, the same seal was picked up off the coast of Morocco while just a pup and taken to England for veterinary care. Sahara should have headed to Iceland or Greenland, the traditional mating grounds of the animals, but for some reason he has swum south for two years in a row.
“We think he left a breeding area in Iceland and got completely lost and followed the shelf down to Morocco,” said Tamara Cooper of the National Seal Sanctuary in Cornwall. After six months in the Cornish sanctuary earlier this year, Sahara was tagged and released in the sea near the Orkney Isles in the beginning of October.
The seal at first followed a correct course towards Iceland, but after a short time he turned tail and headed south towards Spain. He was rescued Sunday in the bay of Ondarroa, near the Basque city of Bilbao. He has been placed in a rescue facility in northern Spain.
“We’re disappointed that he headed south and not back up north, but we’re relieved that he’s safe and well,” said Cooper. “We hope he gets one more chance to remain free, instead of being protected here,” she added.
Nobody knows exactly why the seal has been traveling south. Sahara is not the only arctic hooded seal to exhibit this pattern. Several other seals have exhibited similar behavior in the past 10 years. Scientists have been unable to explain the behavior, but have theorized that the animals are following fish or ocean currents.
Cleaners caught Mr Stewart simulating sex with a bike
A man caught trying to have sex with his bicycle has been sentenced to three years on probation.
Robert Stewart, 51, admitted a sexually aggravated breach of the peace by conducting himself in a disorderly manner and simulating sex.
Sheriff Colin Miller also placed Stewart on the Sex Offenders Register for three years.
Mr Stewart was caught in the act with his bicycle by cleaners in his bedroom at the Aberley House Hostel in Ayr.
Gail Davidson, prosecuting, told Ayr Sheriff Court: "They knocked on the door several times and there was no reply.
"They used a master key to unlock the door and they then observed the accused wearing only a white t-shirt, naked from the waist down.
"The accused was holding the bike and moving his hips back and forth as if to simulate sex."
Both cleaners, who were "extremely shocked", told the hostel manager who called police.
Sheriff Colin Miller told Stewart: "In almost four decades in the law I thought I had come across every perversion known to mankind, but this is a new one on me. I have never heard of a 'cycle-sexualist'."
Stewart had denied the offence, claiming it was caused by a misunderstanding after he had too much to drink.
The bachelor had been living in the hostel since October 2006 after moving from his council house in Girvan.
i mean i know you're drunk.... but no matter how drunk, u can't mistake a bicycle for a woman can you??? ''extremely shocked'' is really an understatement.. when u see someone humping a bicycle... u'll be emotionally scarred for life... its like.. wtf?!?!
