Arsene Wenger: *whines* Mummy..they were rough on me.. Boo hoo..

Here I am now again.. with my latest ramblings on the weekend that just passed us by. Let's see.. can't exactly remember what happened Saturday.. the highlight of the weekend was Sunday's crunch match between Manchester United and Arse-nal.

Oh but i do remember going to jalan bukit merah for claypot rice.. was not bad.. mainly cos the place was cooling.. Diana gave me a fright though... She went to visit her grandfather while we were there, who stayed in the next block.. I called the phone after realising she took so long and guess what? The phone was off.. I thought something bad happened to here sia..Thank God the Princess is fine..We went to Tiong Bahru for White Chicks.. was not as funny as it was hyped up to be.. i did however, like the square-off at the disco between the 2 sets of girls..dancing to the tune of Beyonce's Crazy in Love.

I couldn't sleep Saturday night.. fell asleep at about 11 and woke up about 3-4 am.. put the teevee on..before falling asleep again..haha.. umm.. the morning and afternoon was pretty normal. chill and church..

Fast forward to 11pm.. and Manchester United at home vs Arsenal. Arsenal comes into the game on the back of a 49-game unbeaten run.United, on the contrary, enters the fray knowing that they haven't clicked as a team despite the depth in talent in the squad and that defeat in this fixture would leave them a distant 14 points behind the league leaders, Arsenal. The Red Devils were dealt a blow when skipper Roy Keane was unable to shake off a viral infection. Other than that, there were no surprises in the lineup. Carroll started in goal, with the back four comprising Gary Neville, stand-in captain Rio Ferdinand, Mikael Silvestre and Gabriel Heinze. United's midfield quartet were Ryan Giggs, Phil Neville, Paul Scholes and Portuguese sensation Cristiano Ronaldo. Upfront, Ruud van Nistelrooy and Wayne Rooney were there to plunder the Arsenal goal..

The first half was boring.. Rather start-stop and littered with cynical challenges, majority of those coming from the home side. The main talking point surely must have been the foul on Ljungberg by Ferdinand that was never given. Yes I admit it was a foul and Rio being the last man should have received his marching orders. But in my opinion, it was early in the game, and the referee didn't want to risk "spoiling" the game with a sending-off. Besides, he probably didn't have the guts to. Yeah-yeah.. *whine-whine* C'mon if the foul was committed on a United player at Highbury.. the offending Arse probably wouldn't be sent off as well..

Oh and not forgetting Van the Man's stamp on Ashley Cole. That was cynical no doubt. To be honest, i didn't feel anything bit of sympathy for cole.. the whole stinking team deserves it anyway, especially Lauren, Lehmann and Vieira. And if Keown and Parlour were still around.. them too. I had hoped Cole's leg would have been broken.

The second half brought a change of attitude towards the game.. With the clock ticking down, spaces were starting to open all over the park.. No wonder when Rooney, dubbed Roonaldo by the Old Trafford faithful, twisted and turned in the box, and left Campbell in knots, the Arsenal centreback's natural reaction was to stick out a leg and bring down the 19-year old boy wonder, whom by the way was celebrating his 19th birthday on matchday. what a perfect gift.. a penalty earned, albeit seemingly via simulation, by Wayne Wonder..

I sat up as soon as Rooney was felled and looked straight to Ref Mike Riley, and as he pointed to the spot, my mind went back to the same fixture last year when van Nistelrooy missed a last minute penalty before undesirable scenes erupted at the end of the match, which was aptly named the "Battle of Old Trafford" later on.

Anyway, penalty given. Vieira and Lehmann tried their best at gamesmanship, trying to psyche van Nistelrooy into missing the penalty.. well.. he didn't.. Calm and collected, the Flying Dutchman (in clear reference to Arsenal's non-flying, Mr I'm afraid of flying in aeroplanes, Dennis Bergkamp) slotted the ball in the bottom right corner of the goal before running off to the corner flag, sliding on his knees and screaming his heart out. Ruud had, with his goal, erased the ghost of last year. That dreadful penalty miss which bounced off the crossbar and out..

A goal down, in unfamiliar territory, and staring at defeat in 49 games, Arsenal pushed forward. Ashley Cole abandoned his position as left back to take up a left midfield role. That gave United plenty of room down the flanks and at times through the middle. They nearly paid for it when Giggs broke through, only to see it shot parried by Lehmann. 78 minutes gone.. it was terrible watching the match. was afraid of an Arsenal equaliser. But then thought to myself, if I'm feeling terrible with my team a goal up, how would those Arsenal fans feel? Hahaha..

The last time Arsenal went on an unbeaten run, they were derailed by a young upstart hailing from Merseyside by the name of Wayne Rooney, then 17 years old and playing for hometown club Everton. Two years on, on his 19th birthday, the stage was set for Rooney to do a double over the Arsenal. The ball broke free to Rooney in centre midfield. With the majority of the Arsenal team up in the other half trying desperately for an equaliser, Rooney found himself free of a marker. He took the ball forward before releasing to Alan Smith who was screaming his head off for the ball, on the right. Smith, faked a shot, squared the ball for Rooney who continued his run into the box, to slot home the goal that put the proverbial "final nail" Arsenal's coffin. Ohh.. how he celebrated, how Old Trafford erupted, how Fergie was delighted, and I? I was just glad to let out all the tension with a warcry that would have awoken my grandmother. Game over. Arsenal lost.. Now since they had nothing to play for, they decided to start a fight. Reports from Soccernet and Tribalfootball detailed how Henry debated with Carroll (just cos' the keeper didn't pick up the ball.C'mon Monsieur, you'd do the same if your team were up.. besides I always see you bringing the ball to the corner to stall time.. so.. ditto..), how Vieira and Campbell stalked the referee, how Fergie had a bust-up with Arsene Whinger.. ahh i mean Wang-er.. no..oops Winger whatever. But surely the most shocking of them all was this excerpt from a tribalfootball.com article..

Arsenal player threw soup at Man Utd boss Ferguson [tribalfootball.com - October 25, 2004]

Manchester United boss Sir Alex Ferguson was drenched in soup after his players clashed with their Arsenal counterparts in the tunnel at the end of yesterday's clash.

The Guardian says the identity of the Arsenal player who splattered Ferguson is unclear, largely because of the number of individuals involved in the mêlée.

One witness described Arsène Wenger's players as going "berserk", with Thierry Henry and Jens Lehmann among those wanting to prolong the argument after the final whistle.

Oohh.. that must have hurt.. I was referring to the stark assessment of the Arsenal players after Wenger claimed he was proud with "the way [my] boys handled themselves" when "there was a chance some of [United's] players could have lost their heads". I'm sure he was so proud.. Perhaps that's what Wenger's team really were.. boys.

It was strange how Arsene, usually unsighted when it comes to his players diving, could muster enough eye power to note that Rooney had dived. Unsurprisingly though, he didn't have any opinion when Ashley Cole later brought down Ronaldo with a genuine foul inside the box. *sigh* Wenger.. You've become such a loser leh..with your comments.

Yeah yeah so United's roughhouse tactics prevailed. But it was not without class with van Nistelrooy's cooly-taken penalty and with the ease with which Rooney and Smith sliced through the Arsenal defence. I guess you win some and you lose some. surely wenger knows that.. so seriously.. Mr Wenger, stop whining or risk becoming like your captain Vieira..

So Mr Arsenal Chief. Another day, another match, United might be on the losing end of proceedings. But for now bragging rights belong solely to the true men in red.. the Red Devils of Manchester United Football Club, and there ain't any damn thing you can do about that.

In other news, tribalfootball.com reported on October 25, 2004 that Manchester United fans protested against the prospect of Malcolm Glazer's takeover by flooding the club's Megastore before the Arsenal game and refused to leave. The scene turned ugly as the protest broke up, with some supporters hurling beer cans at the front of the store. At the same time, around 3000 fans embarked on a noisy "Not For Sale" protest down Sir Matt Busby Way. Later, as the teams re-emerged after the half-time break, an effigy of Glazer was dangled from the second tier of the Stretford End, with a banner warning him that messing with United could "seriously damage his health".

On a lighter note, here's a joke for all..

WHO DOES WHAT

A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning. The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee." The husband said, " You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it because that is your job and I can just wait for my coffee." Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee." Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me." So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says..."HEBREWS"

You're not on the list!

"What?!? I'm not on the list. That means I get to go back? Cannot join ah?"

"Nope."

*eyes brighten up* "Sure or not?"

"Uh-huh.."

Yep. You read right.. I was rejected from the recourse. Think its the first time I feel so happy about being rejected for a course.. Let's relive this week quickly..

Monday.. My last full day at work and my last day working for my immediate superior MWO Tan.. he's a fantastic superior.. made my and many others army life different.. I had just finished the Finance crash course with Weisong.. done my interview with MWO Tan.. I packed my stuff and walked out of camp at 7pm.. Sky's dark.. took a taxi home.. was hoping that my parents could pick me up or something.. Acutally, the reason I wanted them to come was because I wanted some company.. I can always take a cab if I wanted to be chaffeured around.. which I did.. cos they were already somewhere near home. It took awhile for the taxi to come.. my emotions overcame me as I waited by the roadside.. good thing the sky's dark.. otherwise people would think I'm some siao kia.. I broke out into songs of praise and worship.. really feeling the need to depend on God again.. but was my sadness once again because I was just sad that THE day was approaching or because it was the Holy Spirit who touched me, again. As I flagged the taxi, I told myself... I'm gonna ask the driver what he thinks of my situation... I did feel better though after letting it out..

"Uncle, Pasir Panjang. Opposite last time Gate 5.."

"Okay.."

(pause)

"Uncle, you last time got go BMT or not?"

"Yeah, yeah.. Last time siong.. my BMT was at Taman Jurong Camp.."

"Orrh.. because I going in this Thursday..and I feel quite sad about it."

"Why? Nowadays army life easy lah."

"No lah.. Just down lah.."

"You just remember this. I still remember what my Platoon Commander told me.. Happy also have to serve 2 years (in my case 7 weeks), not happy also have to serve 2 years. So might as well be happy?"

And that was that. End of conversation. Inside me, I reflected. Yeah, that made sense. But living it out would be a problem..not so easy lah ah? Anyway, I got home and packed my duffle bag after a quick shower and dinner. I wanted to get over the packing process quickly.. didn't want to feel blue if i took too long to pack.. Thank God.. I felt alright whilst packing.. and so that was done. Ready for Tekong..physically..

Tuesday..half day.. appointment with counsellor in the afternoon.. he didn't want to pull me out from Tekong every week.. said that that would not make me more independent.. ah well.. at least i didn't hate him for that.. I get to meet him on my birthday though..Weeeee! At least 21st birthday not in Tekong..watched "The God's must be crazy 2" with Diana..

Wednesday.. I went back to camp for an interview with SWO Jeffrey, the Institute Sergeant Major. Told him of my problem.. he then told me to try and complete the course, afterwhich i would come out stronger.. or something.. he told me to give him a call if i faced any problems.. how cool was that? I went to TTSH to look for Diana afterwards.. but not before spending time at the arcade and shopping at Jurong Point.. arrived at TTSH at about 12.20pm, we went to the DIabetes & Endocrine Clinic, where Diana used to work.. They were having "Sandwich Day" which was supposed to mean the end of the week was approaching. Shouldn't you hold it on a Thursday then? nvm.. So i ate.. met Dr Chew and Claire, amongst many others.. spoke a fair bit with Dr Chew.. Claire's the sister of my former secondary school classmate, Huiting.. Later on I helped the clinic manager, Sista Brenda, with some stamping and games.. She was in charge of Christmas games.. got bored after awhile... so went walk walk.. spent $9.30 at Starbucks.. then went back to finish my work.. Was a pretty okay place to work in, save for some people there.. anyway.. Diana and I headed to Novena Square to shop.. I have this urge to spend when I'm down. That's bad.. So we went to the Factory outlet.. got ourselves some Levi's bottoms.. me an Abercrombie pullover, my sister an Abercrombie jacket, which is a little tight.. ahah.. came home for dinner, and watched The Champion, a new Ch 8 drama series..

Thursday. Woke up this morning to find that dreadful sinking feeling starting to set in.. uttered a prayer inside.. Overall, I'm coping better than I did last year when i enlisted.. Said my goodbyes to the family.. and left. Reached camp and realised I forgot to bring my camp-pass.. heheh.. i reached my unit and settled some admin stuff before i was off in a rover with Weisong, the registry clerk, who was nice to come back to send my docket to Tekong.. As the rover neared SAF Ferry Terminal, I had the "I don't want to go back" feeling.. but no choice lah.. already here..lined up at the in-[process counter..3SG are such bigshots around here.. I don't even bat an eyelid when my Comd, a Colonel walks past.. heck I even ask the 3SG in my unit to do things for me.. ahaha.. different place, different mentality lah huh? After a while, it was my turn..

Manpower Clerk: "how many people?"

Weisong:"One."

Manpower Clerk: "which unit?"

Weisong:"Uh.. SAFWOS. Warrant Officer School."

Manpower Clerk: *checks his list* "Eh.. I don't think you're on my list."

Me: "Huh? Sure or not?"

Manpower Clerk: *whips out his phone* "Wait I check.."

Weisong and me: *listens attentively*

Manpower Clerk: *shakes his head* "Nope. I think we've to reject you."

You all should have been there, man. I felt like a whole heavy load had been lifted off my shoulders.. My eyes brightened, my voice started to have that crappy twang again.. wahh.. I was just simply overjoyed I tell you.. I know that that means I might have to go back someday.. but I just hope for a few things to happen:

1. I'm downgraded to PES E
2. PES C recourse gets cancelled
3. COL Kuek really speaks to Chief of Army and gets the duration shortened.

Once it was confirmed, I started calling people, Diana, Mummy, Jeremy, MWO Tan, Edwin.. anyway I hope that they don't bomb me by asking me to go back tonight or soon.. I'd definitely feel worse lah...

Not going back means a few things:

1. I get to book my Traffic Police test, which means I may get to drive soon
2. I get to seat in the new car
3. I get to watch Man United beat Arse-nal this weekend
4. I get to watch "The Champion"
5. WHHHOOOOOO!!!!!!

Throughout this rather "trying" time for me, I'm glad God sent so many people to tell me that they cared for me. SWO Soudagar, SWO Jeffrey, MWO Tan, SWO John, Counsellor - Edwin Heng, COL Kuek - Comd SWI/CO SAFWOS, my campmates, Yang, Joey, Yongjie, Chris, Gordon, Tang, etc., Joseph - former campmate, my family, Diana and maybe others whom I may have left out..Thanks to all of you..

*Sigh* It's beena long day thus far.. I'm just glad to be home, take a shower.. now i going to lie down.. Where's Bobby (my bolster)?

take care you all..

At TTSH

I'm at TTSH now.. helping the Diabetes & Endocrine Clinic with some voluntary work.. tell you more later.. This is definitely better than staying at home and brooding over Tekong tomorrow..

Live life like there's no tomorrow.

Live life like Christ comes tomorrow.

Cool quote..Got this from Andrew's site..Thanks Andrew..

Of shattered glass and skilful lass'..

We went to HarbourFront yesterday for dinner. As usual many Angorians dropped by for a convenient dinner before heading downstairs for the Cold Storage or home to prepare for yet another arduous (how negative) week ahead. Looking up from where I was seated, among the thorns, it looked like a scene out of a church camp lunch/dinner. Diana and I and a few other youths went to play pool afterwards.. Joel and I got beat by Diana and Celena at pool.. wha!! like how embarrassing is that? To be honest though, they played well.. really well to be more honest.

Went walking around after that.. to this shop at which I fancied a particular adidas top.. decided not to get it again.. cos' it costs $49..went to a number of places but ended up with no new clothes/toys except a regular Orange with banana from Orange Julius.. Headed to Cold Storage (again) this time at South Buona Vista cos' my mother wanted to check out the "half price after eight-thirty" chicken. No stock. So drove to Video Ezy two minutes away.. Rented 6 DVDs including "The Gods must be crazy 2" and "The Matrix". Can't exactly what I did when I came home.. oh I meant to watch 1 DVD but did not cos they folks were watching "One Leg Kicking"..

So i stayed in bed talking to Diana on the phone while watching Charlton host Newcastle at The Valley..till I decided that that was boring and decided to have a kickabout in my room.. Usually that would consist of a few Ronaldo stepovers.. a few Beckham-esque curls into the "goal" or a couple of neat "Keano-style" trappings of the ball. Eehh..yesterday's footie session ended with a bang... thinking I was Goldenballs.. I tried to bend zee ball into zee goal.. Guess what I ended up breaking zee glass door.. *Sigh* tio bei pio poon bo an ni zun.. (which translates literally to "strike lottery also not so accurate".) Anyway.. this is what happened in slow mo..

Thought I was Beckham..
"Bent the ball"
Ball didn't "bend"
Ball hit glass
Glass detachted from frame
Glass slowly fell down
Uttered "oh-oh"
Glass shattered...
Watched glass shatter..

So I didn't know what to do.. just stared at it for a while.. My father and my sister came in..

"What happened?"
"Ahh.. the glass fell down."
"Orh.. Ok."
(pause for few seconds..)
"Ah? How did it fall ah?"
" Ehhh.... (softly) kick ball lor."

My father kindly swept the fragments for me as I stepped on one as I was about to clear the mess.. That was nice.. after that.. I had taken too much for the day.. Went off to bed.

Only a few more days

Really.. it's only a few more days to P.Tekong.. I think that sinking feeling is starting to set in. And the worse thing is.. I can't help myself. Serves me right for not being right with God. For the many times I've sinned repeatedly, I still can't and won't repent.

Thank you Father. You're still faithful. You still preserved my life.

Thanks to all who remembered that I was going in and bothered to ask how I was.. Jeremy, Edgar, Bee Keong, Boon Hock, Mummy, of course Diana. Ok it seems like this is beginning to sound so drama mama.. but just like what the speaker today said.. people might not understand how you feel, but the thing is.. God knows and he understands. Didn't listen much of the sermon today. The medication knocked me out halfway..

Bee Keong spoke to me regarding the study material my care group was starting on. Though I've done it before, I realise the importance of meeting him every Sunday though it's one of my "off" days so to speak for the next 7 weeks.. If i don't make the first step towards God, how can I even expect Him to help helpless me? So he said, "You don't worry about Diana and outside, we'll take care of her (tear, tear). As for you inside, you have to take care of yourself." I feel blessed. As I was showering earlier, I remember asking Jeffrey to look out for Diana last year before I enlisted..

Thank you God for the people around me and the countless blessings you have given me.

So BK prayed for me at the end of our little conversation in the church office.. I don't know why I teared.. maybe I was touched because of his concern, maybe I was just sad that THE day was approaching, maybe, just maybe, it was the Holy Spirit who touched me.

Come Holy Spirit,
fall afresh on me.
Feel me with your power,
satisfy me needs.

Only you can make me whole,
give me strength and make me whole.
Come holy spirit,
fall afresh on me.

Blogger easier to use?

Yeah right.. so far I faced countless problems with Blogger. The site, the entries, the skin, alignment.. My sister says she doesn't face this problem. Hmm..

Anyway was sick yesterday and today.. think i got the flu or something.. Thank God it's gone. *Sigh..

When you start singing, the people stop dancing..

Just got out of the shower.. Was watching Singapore Idol before that and witnessed for myself the dearth in musical talent we are suffering from in this red island of ours.. Ok, so I ain't a pop star.. but some of the idol-wannabes were really there cos' of popularity votes.. wait till a certain Ms Tan CS appears at Idol 2.. Or maybe my now-ORDed campmate Joseph.. :)
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In the light of my mother's meeting with Chrissypoo (oh come on, seriously.. that nick's sick), I like to comment on his performance or rather his attitude afterwards.. He tried to go with the Disco genre with the clothes he wore.. but seriously I thought his boyish looks just didn't match his clothes.. Like many others, his song didn't serve to inspire/interest me, unlike Olinda "Steady pom pee pee" Cho's rendition of "Play a funky music".. or Taufik's "September".. But what really cheesed me off was his poor attitude and lack of graciousness when the judges were tearing apart his perfomance.. Ok.. so Doug O's sputtering crap week in week out.. but at least be humble and take the criticism and stop rolling your eyes as though you were already Singapore Idol lah..

So fine..Dick was.. well a real dick when he said that Chris (I shan't even type that full nick) should "just stick to songs he can manage like 'baa baa black sheep'" or when he said "you make me feel like vommitting" after hearing Chris sing "You make me feel like dancing".

But I think Popo (my grandmother) summed it all up when she came out of the room and told my sister, "Eh, Annabel. I think that your Christopher will be out."

Oh well.. we'll see.. I'm not surprised should Poo-man come back next week because of his popularity votes..
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We had a barbecue for most of the former and present SAFWOS staff last night in camp. Jeremy, Weisong and I went out at about six plus to get a cake from Jurong Point, picking up Chee Keong and Joseph on our way back.. Earlier we had a visit from the Commander 9 Division at 2pm.. the presentation was supposed to last till 245pm but as usual.. finished only about 545pm.. so I practically wasted 3 hours standing by.. He finally came to the management office which i was supposed to present, at about 6.. I thought I did alright, inserting a little humour in the informal presentation - saying that we couldn't skive or sleep with the glass walls that surround the office.. - until the end where I could feel the nervousness starting to make my voice sound shaky.

Mirza, Wee Bin, Joseph, Chee Keong came back.. Alvin "Your mother" Chua promised to come but when we called him, said that he was at some school camp.. Mirza's real thin now man.. wonder how he did it.. Wee Bin's still himself and so are Joe and CK..

Rushed home later to meet Diana.. who was very kind to wait 3 hours at home to watch "The Gods must be crazy" with me.. Show's bad.. really boring with poor links between scenes. I know Part 2's better.. I can't wait for The Terminal to be out at the recently opened Video Ezy near my place.. Hope it doesn't close down (shops in my area usually have the habit of moving out after awhile)..
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There was a young adults' gathering at Alvin's place last Saturday. Was disappointed that people were making excuses to not go.. I mean if it was some interesting concert or whatever.. see whether you go or not.. nearly had it cancelled due to poor response.. Jeremy and Alvin were encouraging though.. I sure those who went had fun.. worshipping.. eating.. and playing Taboo.. has been awhile since I really focussed on and was engaged in the worship.. i think the problem with me is that my faith is based on activities. Ever since I started serving back in 2000.. was for the wrong reason. I guess it all spiralled from then on and when the test of my faith came.. what showed was just a over-reliance on God's goodness and blessing without any obedience shown on my part. *sigh*
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Ooohh.. just got a $100 cash injection from Mummy.. actually $70's part of my allowance.. the change was in her words, "never mind.. just take lor.."
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Think I remember feeling sad when we were at the airport few months back sending Belinda and family off.. I don't know.. It's just really depressing to see loved ones you haven't see all your life, whom you have grown closer to in the 2 weeks they were here, leave for home.. For the record.. I've got relatives in England. My grandmother's sister, Rosalind married a French guy George. They have 3 children.. Jackie, Belinda and Christian. All are married. George and Rosalind live in Surrey, London.

Jackie's family consists of Eric Stralec, Jackie, Penny (who's really good with Mandarin), Rebecca (who's really pretty and has 2 bfs concurrently at the age of 7 i think) and Yorick (who's really really really naughty, yet cute at the same time)

Belinda married Richard Wilman, has 2 children - Phoebe (who's really cute and sweet, albeit a little attention-seeking) and Austin (who's just adorable.. and according to Diana.. handsome.. you could trust her judgement..) think i should put the photos somewhere for all to see.

Christian's married Claire Something. They have a baby girl named Sophie. Chris quickly rejected name suggestions like Teri/Victoria.. saying there was a certain Manchester United link to my suggestions.. oh well.

I'm glad that their families are going along fine.. The harshness of divorce hit me one Sunday as I was sitting in church thinking about Belinda and the family. I mean when a married couple goes their seperate ways, many people around get affected.. Worst of all, the children may be brought up in a single parented home (which is not likely to happen all the time given how the Western world lurves perfecting the art of making babies..). I think that part of society there has degenerated so much until the children themselves understand what divorce means and even freely talk about it.. maybe its just the way we are brought up..
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Wanted to blog this for a long time coming. Just never got down to doing so.. I went to Military Medicine Institute for an appoinment a while ago because my camp MO wanted to see if I was suffering from some mental problem.. told him of my periods of depression and such.. so he sent me there where I remember waiting from 9 till about 12 before my turn to meet MAJ(Dr) John Bosco Lee.. weird name though (who had the mental problem?) :) I also remember meeting Darryl.. a primary schoolmate from De La Salle.. he was a medic there.. Seems like a slack job.. book out daily..9-5.. he didn't change much though.. still remember that slang he spoke with.. (oh whatever.. *-rolls eyes-*)
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Countdown to special mission @ P.Tekong.. 7 days.

This lines of this song seem so appropriate now.. given my fear and emotional reluctance of returning to BMT..

I want to hold you till I die
till we both break down and cry
I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

Which Friend are you?

YOU ARE RACHEL KAREN GREEN
Hey there! You have got a bit of Rachel in you! Although some might see you as a little spoiled, your friends know to turn to you when they need someone to talk to, or want someone to have some fun with. As much as you like a regular, normal life, you also welcome challenges that make your days just a little different from everyone elses. You are caring, you are stylish, you are tons of fun, and you never make your friends feel bad. And remember, your friends love you!
Friends Quiz

There's a bomb on this bus!

I took the 198 to Bukit Merah to meet Diana for Pizza Hut.. I had just finished an arcade session with campmates, Koh "Cockster" Yongjie and Keith.. We played this shooting game which grades you according to the army ranking system.. We got thrashed by this 10 year old boy who in the process of attaining the highest rank of Field Marshall, was taunting us with phrases like "Shoot lah..don't know how to shoot meh?" and "Who believes I can get Field Marshall later?"..

I told the boy.. "Eh next time you go sign on lah..", though it didn't end the taunts coming our way..

Back to the bus. I was glad to be somewhere in the "I'm sure to get a seat on the bus" part of the queue.. oh wait.. that's bus 30.. oops. Now I remember.. I ran for the 198 cos' I saw people boarding.. Thank God though.. I still got a seat on the bus.. :)

So i got on and sat myself down comfortably next to the window.. went through my New Paper and found myself tired after that.. so i did what i'd usually do.. SLEEP! And while sleeping, I did what I'd usually do.. DROOL! anyway I woke up somewhere around ah-hem Fairfield Methodist Secondary and struggled with my bearings for a while.. I was like "Where am I ah?".. made a call to Diana to inform her of my impending arrival before I got back to TV mobile and the repeat of "Eye for a guy".. wait.. or is it "Eye for a girl"? Anyway, I think it totally sucks.. Can't match up to the standards of the Western equivalents.. Production sets, casts, production quality.. they all sucked.. big time.

Given how long my bus ride was.. I was privileged enough to watch the ending where this guy Vincent and this other guy, whose name I can't remember, were booted out. I did feel a little sorry for them though, having to stand there all alone (well, at least they had each other) feeling embarrassed that Rachel didn't have an eye for them...until they opened their mouths...

Vincent claimed to have not have enough time or chance to speak/be with Rachel Lee.. I'm like.. so the others had a lot lah is it? C'mon lah.. chances are what you make of it...never chase girl b4 ah? The other guy i think simply had no chance from the get-go.. Apparently, Rachel remembers that the guy tried to pick her up at some bar.. left his number but obviously didn't receive any call.. He then serenaded her with two lines of Colin Raye's Love me.. (which he claimed he would have sung to her had he reached the latter stages of the competition...ok lor.. whatever)

Anyways.. An "owner-less" shoe box placed on the seat at my 2 o'clock caught my attention.. I jolted up.. Thoughts of "Is it a bomb?" raced through my mind.. along with flashes of posters I remember seeing in the MRT stations reminding people to be on the lookout for unattended parcels... I turned my head to see if there were anybody around.. (paiseh lah.. open like that...)not much.. just a sneaky couple at the back doing their thing..

"Aiyah.. don't check lah.. so malu sia.."

"But then wait don't check, sekali really bomb how? die like that bo hua right? a bit stupid right?"

"Ok lah ok lah.. check.."

(reaches over.. flips open the cover..lifts up some paper)

"Chey.. some empty shoe box lah.. scare me sia.."

Whew.. as the bus reached Commonwealth MRT i thought to myself.. wha..what if really bomb how? Air-con bus no open window.. cannot throw outside.. the most break glass and throw down lor.. but then bomb throw down.. don't kill me also kill others what.. sigh* i'm either too stressed up or am just thinking too much already lah..

Anyway..it's getting sadder for me each day. I'll be going to P.Tekong next Thursday.. 21 October for a special mission.. won't get to see loved ones till the weekend..

Cause between now and then, till I see you again
I'll be lovin you
Love, Me.

He ain't thick! He's my brother!

Esteemed & experienced local journalists such as Jeffrey Low and i think it was Brian Miller were quick to assert in their articles that Beckham was stoopid to get himself yellow-carded by retaliating during the England vs Wales game.

"Hero one minute, villain the next", "flashes of that hot temper", "memories of that 1998 Argentina fiasco" were some headlines or phrases in their articles used to describe Beckham's charge on Ben Thatcher. I mean, come on..

Surely easily twenty years of experience reporting on the sporting arena wouldn't have blinded them to the fact that Goldenballs was actually, with time running down on the clock and a hairline fracture to his ribs, trying to get himself a yellow card, which coupled with the one he got in a previous match would have got him suspended for the next match during the time he was injured. I mean put it simply, 2 balls.. er birds.. with one stone..

Becks said: "It was deliberate. I could feel the injury - so I fouled Thatcher.

"I knew straight away I had broken my ribs as I had done it before and I knew I would be out for a few weeks.

"So I thought 'Let's get the yellow card out of the way'."

He added: "I am sure some people think I have not got the brains to be that clever - but I do have the brains."

Okay.. so he ain't my brother.. but at least he's proving that he ain't thick as well..

I'm colourblind...

I don't exactly like the colour scheme of my site.. It looks a little morbid.. sigh..

suggestions??

Should I? Should I not?

There's this thing..

I don't know if I should insert it in.. It's my honest thoughts and feelings.. but I don't know whether to put it in this blog.. For one.. some people will read this for the supposed juicy parts.. then again.. I don't wanna omit it.. because that's just not being true to myself.. I mean I'm sure I'd step on many peoples' toes with that entry.. but i think i'm done with being bothered about what people might/would think of me.. (or at least i would like to be).. sigh.. think i will ask Diana about her opinion..

My first kiss..

No.. Surely you didn't think I was gonna tell you about that? Hah! nosey parkers.. anyway.. I've just ditched xanga for blogspot.. which i got slaughtered by my campmate, Fauzi, for... Heh.. anyway, I'm just gonna add in some of my previous entries from xanga below.. it's awfully tough with the formatting and html in blogger.. well serves me right for not paying attention at comtech in school...