1-4

its okay...
we'll pick ourselves up again...
and after today,
all i can say is, losing is made harder
with the fact that your opponents
take joy in the fact that you lost.
hah, and they say im the cocky devil...

shave-d

fuuuug...
i soooooo regret wanting the van-persie haircut...
now im left wit a army boy haircut...
how stupid can the barber get?
i guess thats what you get for 8dollars per haircut...
ERGH!!!!!

now my face looks extra chubby...
my clothes dont match as well...
i look like a convict/'special guy'...
and it cant run my fingers through my hair...
=(

just adorable

i have too many words in my mind,
i dont know how to put them together...
with sentence structure out the window,
and volcabulary out the drain,
whats left of my sanity leads me to think,
your beauty aint a normal thing.
looking away as i see you,
trying hard not to blush.
deeply disappointed,
that such a moment never lasts.
as the moments from the watch passes,
and tall tress grow above green grasses,
you still stay so lovable,
cos everything about you is just soo adorable.
=)

its about time...

yes... after all problem after all the trainings after last year's disappointment weve finally done it.. ivp champions baby... yess yess a treble div2, pol-ite, ivp... its been a good year so far thank god im satisfied with things so far =)

1500

yeah...sooo...
its out...
and what what a sum...
shit!

new year...same year...

its officially 2009...
i would know as i brought it in
desperately chasing the fireworks
in my dad's car...
trying to send out my well wishes
to my friends...
but seriously, i feel like
the year is still the same...
the year has not ended yet
and that somehow there is
much more time left in the year...
i think its because of being in a polytechnic...
with no year end exams or semester long break...
i feel like 2008 is still well and alive...
if thats the way it is,
i wanna end my 2008 big!!!
ivp...
division 1...
yeah...
that would be big enough...
for starters atleast...

vietnam buto or spore buto?

by the 90th minute, thousands of fans
were pouring out of the gates...

pak cik,'singapore will buy torres, ronaldo and drogba.
habes you all. precious berat bontot lah!'

matrep(s),'vietnam buto! vietnam buto! vietnam buto!'

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okay, so that was just some highlights from the
aff cup semi final tie with spore against vietnam.
spore lost, deservingly seing as to how
they couldnt find the back of the net.

im seriously quite disappointed.
i think spore din not play as well as
they could.
but oh well...

what really highlights the match
was the reaction of the spore supporters
firstly, im sure many people
would be thinking they waisted their money.
second, i was quite disgusted at how many
spore supporters chanted 'vietnam buto! vietnam buto! '
and tried to get a piece of the vietnam fans
cmon lah ppl!
sore losers and you guys din even play!
best part was, you guys jeered louder
than you cheered for the home team!!
shame on you guys...

but, overall, there was some light out of it...
shahril ishak started and played most of the match...
i can tell why he got the number 17 jersey...
really a guy to look out for
and pest part...
hes born in spore!!!

HOW ABOUT THAT FOR LOCAL TALENT!!!

truth is, i just wanted to see you

all i really want from you is to feel me
as the feeling inside keeps building
and i will find a way to you if it kills me
if it kills me...
=)

i dont believe in fairy tales. but i want to believe in you.

we'll, ive finally turned 19
my last 'teen' year before i reach
the big two-zero.
hmmm, i guess its been the same.
nothing much has changed.
i mean, nothing much is soupose to change.
erm, yeah.
family was been quite cool.
gave me a mini celebration.
friends.
thanks for those who
did remember, even if u only knew
through the facebook alerts.
erm...
yeah...

so, ivp is coming.
i dunno.
im not thinking ill get to play much
even if i get to play.
but, i guess its about the results
at the end of the day.
oh well.
ill make do with whatever i have
like always.
hmmm,
at im not making myself look desperate.
yeah.
training is kinda hard.
not cos its been stepped up a level.
but cos we need to run more
since not many people are coming.
i realise i need better thights.
my nike-pro ones are not really helping allot.
maybe its time to get the 'SKINS' like
everyone is having.
or maybe just a smaller size for the
'nike-pro's will do the trick.

erm,
BTT is on friday...
better start studiying...
my dad's car is just there waiting for me
to drive it...
haha

kk, thats all.
peace world
=)

i still have to wake up in the morning...

well,
ive been very busy for the past month.
as some of you may know,
my dad was admitted into the hospital
a month back.
yesterday, he was finally discharged
after like a month in nuh, including 3weeks
in the ICU.
so, it was quite a heart warming sight
to see him at home.
no more needle or tube being
pinned into his body.
no more drug induced sleep.
yeah.
finally he's at home.

well, glad thats over.
but, like they say, the end is just the beginning.
there's like soooo...
life.
like typically dramatic without a reason.
but yeah,
i still have to wake up every morning.

i guess,
there's really allot of things in my mind.
like, wordplay up and down, left and right,
all over my little mind.

crush

Why do I keep running from the truth
All I ever think about is you
You got me hypnotized
So mesmerized
And I've just got to know
Do you ever think
When you're all alone
All that we could be
Where this thing could go
Am I crazy or falling in love
Is it real or just another crush
Do you catch a breath
When I look at you
Are you holding back
Like the way I do
'Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away
But i know this crush ain't going away
Going away

nsync-ed

guess what...
its gonna be me...

be my bubble girl...

yeap...
pol-ite is over...
rp is champion of the tournament
not toooooo overjoyed...
but quite cool to have a shiny
new GOLD medal added to my
not too impressive collection...

anywayz...
rp students are having a 1 week break...
kind of redundant for me as ive got
my time packed to the brim...
with pp and outings...
its gonna be one fast week...

yesterday would be quite
a memorial day in the future...
finally found time to
drag myself down to the SSDC
and sign myself up for a
BTT test dat...
yuuuuuuuuurp!!!
im on my way to get my license...
porbably still a long way..
but im quite positive i can do it.

'ouh and yes, you can
always be my bubble girl...'

so negative...

i dont really know why.
but for the whole of today, i just felt
very negative.
nothing could make the difference.
nothing?
well...
beyond the point,
i just felt damn down.
i could not smile much
cos i jus couldnt see the
rationale behind it.
i was kinda gloomy.
kinda sad.
kinda irritated
kinda mad.

well,
it just sucks to be soo down.
the fact the ure feeling negative
already undelines its not gonna be fun.
but, oh well.

p.s. so fine. ouh soo fine.

steps to glory...

yessa...
div 2 is finally over...
and guess what?
champions again kappa?
haha...
2 seasons straight...
not too shabby aye?
considering i was aiming
for mid table at the start...
good job guys...
good job...





yurp...
champions baby...
div 1 next season...

so...
thats that...
pol-ite season is on now...
started in wednesday...
played against nyp...
got off to a winning start
with a 5-2 scoreline...
next match is today against sp...
COME ON!!!

still in love...

love...
for some time ive pondered...
do i still?
just about hours ago,
ive concluded i still am.
im still in love.
with football that is...
soccer.
bolasepak.
足球
fútbol
calcio
futebol
whatever you call it, i still
love it unconditionally.
im saying this because, i was thinking to myself
about a week back.
i was reading a match report on ESPNsoccernet
regarding the MANu vs liverpool match.
for those of you who were living under a rock
for the past month, MANu lost.
i was feeling very lost.
part of me wants to feel sad knowing my favourite
football club had just lost to their
fiercest rivals.
part of me just couldnt be bothered since
football just seemed soooo yesterday.
so, i was left pondering.
until last night.

it was called the clash of the titans.
MANU vs chelsea.
i was watching from one of the tables
at the familiar coffeeshop near my house.
and it was then i got my answer.
my hard raced everytime lampard took a corner.
i sighed everytime ferdinand cleared the ball.
i grew furious at how helpless van der sar is becoming
at corner kicks.
yet he became my hero when he saved a shot from joe cole.
it was like i fell in love when ronaldo came on.
but a break up when kalou scored the equaliser.
though the match ended a draw, i was quite happy.
football is not just a game.
it is the game.
floorball aside ofcourse.
within 90 minutes, i went through an emotional
roler coaster enough to last a lifetime.
and now i understand why im soo in love with it.
just like alex ferguson once said,
'football, bloddy hell.'



anywayz...
heres some floorball updates...
my team is 2nd in the league with one match left.
a convincing win next weekend
will put us in pole position for promotion
to division one next year.
in other news, pol-ite
is in 2 weeks time.
hmmm...

nites yo...
:)

nike run-ed

well, this is kinda late
but, yah...
i ran the nike human race...


yup...
im quite proud with my timing...
not too bad for the guy
who was from taf-club
:X

polite is coming...
maybe this time?
well see..

Why this way?

I cant help it.
Anytime.
Anywhere.
it kinda swirls in my mind allot.
making its effect felt everytime it comes around.
A mixture of estacy and pain,
served like a chilled emotional cocktail.
All i really want. . .
:s

Blogging from my phone. . .

As you might have guessed it from reading my title, i typing this entry from my handphone. Dont ask me why. Im just bored and i cant sleep (its 2 in the morning by the way).

okay, you can say im being emo or whatever, but i find it hard to be to upbeat nowadays. Sure there are times i break into a smile. But, i just feel so incomplete these days. And being alone or being swarmed with friends doesnt help me to much. Hmm. . .i wonder. . .

thats it for my first phone post. Nites. . .

moment like this...

well, first thing i can tell you is,
my moments nowadays arent as good as
kelly clarkson's.
i dont feel like ive won the american idol.
i dont feel like im singing infront
of a sold out crowd.
i dont feel like im a million bucks.
i just feel damn low nowadays.
floorball wise, i dunno...
its either im losing form,
or im just not good enough.
had a bad game during the weekend.
and a worst training last night.
i dunno.
maybe...
just maybe...

and nowadays,
it sucks to receive an sms.
like, its always the same old people...
floorball guys, family.
no one special ever drops a 'hello' msg.
like, im always hoping its something nice
to read when i get the message.
but it always ends up being, 'coming training'
or something like that.

ahhh...
that it...
im going to sleep...
gd night...