17

I celebrated my 17th year on wonderful earth...God's grace. Mum came to Sg to celebrate with me, dad didn't make it, as usual. 17 already, but I'd like to think I'm still the same person after all these years. I mean I am still me, but how 'not me' have I become after so long on earth? Wth...don't even know what I'm talking about. Starting to sound like an emo post...let me brighten things up.

Nearly ate myself to death this weekend. Here's a list of what I consumed over 3 days:

1. Mos Burger (Chesseburger...i think)
2. NYDC (Pasta, Chicken pie)
3. Subway (Cheese Steak, Cookies)
4. Pizza Place (Beef Lasagne)
5. Double Cheeseburger Pizza
6. New York Pizza
7. Nasi Lemak
8. Mrs. Fields Cookies
9. Ham Sandwich

These are the ones I can remember, the rest....lets move on.

My mum insisted on me taking picture during every meal. Luckily for me, she wasn't too persuasive. We managed to catch a movie on 2nd day of my birthday...rite, I mean the day after my birthday. To cut a long story short, it was food, tv, more food.

Here's a picture of my cookie/cake...cool eh? Got it on the 2nd...I mean the day after my birthday.





It was a fun weekend. Like to thank my mum, friends and of course my family members (uncle, aunt, cousins all included) for everything. Happy belated mother's day too...I already wished my mum by the way. 1 last thing, lets observe a minute of silence for the devastation in Myanmar and China.

(clears throat)

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That'll do, but seriously, help those poor people, have a heart.
My 17th year on earth, not my last.......

Another Random Post

Ever had that feeling in the morning where you just wanna stay in bed? I do. At times I'd wake up before my alarm goes off. 'Ahh...4.30, still have 1 hour 50 mins to go.' This feeling is seriously sooooo good, seriously.

Strange Souvenir

Seriously don't know which is the front view and back view


This is the souvenir we got after stepping down as student leaders. I think that last year's frame was much better. What are we suppose to do with this? Go swimming?

Maybe it was a message to us: 'Do not drown yourself in the O levels'

Pain In The Back

This is my health report.
This is what it says:

Colour Vision : Normal
General Pubertal Stage : 5
Break of Voice-Age : 12
Forward Bending Test : Positive
Left Lumbar Hump : 2 degrees
OMG, I got a 2 degree left lumbar hump. According to an unnamed source, that means no more football for me. Die lor.....

What is a left lumbar hump anyway?

Defining Moments

Review of United's BPL season


Beating Chelsea after Mourinho's sacking

Beating a dominant Liverpool at Anfield

Beating Tottenham courtesy of Nani's wonder strike

Hargreaves' freekick which broke Gunners hearts

A dominant 3-0 over Liverpool at home


Crucial equalizer at Blackburn

Champions.....

A Perfect Tenth, Champ10ns

Ronaldo equalled Alan Shearer's goals haul of 31 goals in the league, Ryan Giggs equalled Bobby Charlton's record appearances of 758 games for the red shirt of Manchester, United now 1 title adrift of Liverpool's record of 18 titles. Last but not least, United's 10th league title since the BPL was founded in 1990.

The adrenaline rush hasn't gone away, sure can't sleep tonight. Can't believe I missed 1 of the tightest and most exciting title race ever. Chelsea drew Bolton with Davies scoring a 93rd minuted goal, Giggs scoring on his special day, Man City thrashed 8-1 by Boro, Birmingham and Reading scored 4 goals apiece in their respective games but were still relegated and finally, United retaining the Premiership crown on the final day. Whew....

I just love football...1 down, 1 to go. Next stop, MOSCOW

D-Day

The final day of the BPL season. United or Chelsea? Damn obvious, isn't it? With a far superior goal difference, the title will surely be ours. Chelsea won't will the title even if they beat Bolton by 10 goals when United beat Wigan.

First the title, then Moscow. Nervous, but we smell blood.....

Oh yeah, broke my vow not to play football till after O' levels. Damn it...

God

This is the definition of God by an unnamed source

-------God-the thing that created everything but is nothing...

What he really meant

-------God is omnipresent

Screw All Of You

Screw you Chelsea.

Screw you Mr. Wiley.

Screw you Sheva.

Screw you Ashley Cole.

Screw you Ballack.

Screw you linesman.

Screw you Dillon Yap.

2-1 only ma, goal difference still own. MAN UNITED WILL WIN THE LEAGUE AND CHAMPIONS LEAGUE!!!!

But for now...I'll be hiding in a corner to cry my eyes out

Lost For Words

Avram Grant’s interview after the Chelsea-Everton match. ROFL!!!

A deserved win Avram?
Grant said: 'Yes.'


What particularly pleased you about the performance?
'I'm pleased.'


What in particular pleased you?
After an eight second delay: 'I don't know.'


Is it a relief to win here?
'Yes.'


You seem lost for words by the performance. Are you more satisfied with the performance or the victory?
'Both.'


You seem distracted. Do you have a problem?
'No problem.'


Is there an issue?
'No. I'm ok. I have nothing to say.'


Do you have a message for the Chelsea fans?
'You represent the Chelsea fans?'


They must believe you are still in the title race, do you have a message for them?
'No message.'


Does this result mean you are back in it now?
'I don't know.'


How many steps have you climbed to undertake this press conference?
'I don't know.'


You seem less voluble than usual. Is it because of Sky TV moving the game to a Thursday?
'Maybe it's because of you. I don't know. I am ok.'


You are saying that you don't know if you are still in the title race?
'No.'


Is it easier to say nothing Avram?
'I don't what to answer. It is a good question. I don't know what to answer.'


Is this because of Sky?
'No. Sky is ok. I enjoy watching them.'


Is it a protest against newspapers?
'No. Why?'


Why else would you come in and refuse to answer our questions?
'I answer every question.'


You are two points behind Manchester United and you don't know if you are still in the title race?
'No.'


Have you told the players that you don't know if you are back in the title race?
'What I tell the players is something else. You want me to tell you what I say to the players?'


We just want you to answer the question really. Are you in the title race?
'I don't know.'


Would you not like to gain some positive publicity for the result rather than this bizarre silence?
'I'm sorry. You can write whatever you want and I can answer what I want.'


Do you feel under pressure to deliver a trophy. Is that the reason for the monosyllabic answers?
'No.'


Are you upset? Do you feel you have been misrepresented?
'Maybe I have said because it is a bad season.'


Did Michael Essien faint?
'He had some problems, but he is ok.'


Michael Ballack?
'Injured.'


What's his problem?
'Ask the doctor.'


He's not here Avram.
'Well call him then.'


Have you ever played the yes/no game Avram?
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Winning isn't everything

Its still Friday….aiya, I’ll just get to the point where we played inter-hostel soccer la. The OM told us that we were having futsal today, supposedly for fun. When we got there, he said it was the inter-hostel competition…what the hell.

Anyway it was 4 v 4. We played 2 games against some school, forgot the name already. There was this big fella, damn buff, skills damn zai some more. We started well enough, and I got a goal after some gai dou shooting from the side. The ‘tai zhek lou’ keep on doing skill, damn hard to get the ball off him. Luckily his skills are only useful to him when he does it without moving forward, so there was no danger in letting them attack us.

Unfortunately, whichever way you see it, I accidentally injured the ‘TZL’. I was going to hit the ball away from his feet when he suddenly dragged the ball away. My momentum was in full swing and I couldn’t stop myself kicking his shin. He got injured, so I stopped play for foul. I didn’t want it to happen also la, my shin also kena, but luckily only below near the ankle, so not so pain. After the collision, TZL didn’t run much, but still did some skills.

We his the post so many times, me alone hitting it 4 times as we kept up the pace in the first half. In the second half, things changed as we grew tired, me especially. Damn, this is beginning to sound like a commentary…..anyway Wei Chen continued with last ditch challenges, Wei Jie did his job, and Perret subbed Dillon as keeper.

We won the match 2-0, the second goal an own goal from the keeper after I wasted time at the corner before kicking it to Wei Jie whose shot hit the post before rebounding off the keeper into the net.

I had a feeling that the TZL damn bu suang me already. Actually we were ok before this la, we played in the same team before, and he was quite a nice guy. But maybe because of my clumsy and MAYBE hard tackles that irritated him. While we were going for the ball, he pushed me down into the ground. It was nothing la, but then when he helped me up, he said ‘This game don’t so solo,’ didn’t know what he meant by that.

We played the second game later, with the OM joining their team because they were short of a player. We expected ourselves to lose this game, like we expected to lose the first game. It looked like it was true when they scored first. OM had to shoot 3 times just to get the ball past our keeper. To cut a long story short, we won the game 5-1, aggregate 7-1. 4 goals and 2 assist, not bad la, but then stamina damn suck. I shook TZL’s hand after the game, but I could tell it was just formality as it meant nothing to him la. Though we did win, I didn’t feel good about it. Maybe its time to change. Oh yeah, i 'slide tackled' almost everyone on the opponent team, even the OM. Not nice, but that one was for the confinement........

Random Post

To sum up the week, this was what happened:

1. Malaysian scholars got screwed, kena confinement for the weekend. Not for breaking curfew hours, but for not returning passport on time. Also, we’ll have to wash the common toilets. Bravo.

2. The night we got screwed, they were actually wasting our precious time. Stayed up all night, ok la, 1 a.m. only, to finish essay.

3. Fail add math test…again

4. Used up 200 bucks of my 300 bucks so far, and its only the 3^rd week of the term

5. No more prefect duty by the end of the week. Nice……

6. Man U beat Roma 2-0 at the Stadio Olympico

7. Saw 2 girls in the MRT with Wen Han. One was beautiful, one was hot.

8. The beautiful one looked like she challenged us to look at her. Stared at Wen Han first while he stared back. He looked away. Stared at me next, I stared back, then immediately looked away. Conclusion: we were self abased

9. Got screwed again by hostel people, just because the damn PRC scholars don’t know how to behave like humans and clean after themselves

10. And…..its only Thursday

A Matter of Perception

Nice....lazy to explain myself, don't have to, won't need to...(p.s. they think i'm malaysia soccer captain, totally not my fault)



Pb 1 vs. Pb 2 Results
Dun feel like elaborating much on the highlights of the so-called SLB "tournament". Every half-time I am the one being subbed out, so the both M'sia scholars tink they r so tzai. I've nvr seen them sub themselves out b4. Even Pb1's Jia Hao subbed himself out to give others a chance. This is wad I call a good captain to take care and command ur team. Sadly, our captain lacked all this qualities. Our captain missed a penalty, screwing up some far-range shots, and shooting waywards for a few times. We are always blazing our shots high and over the crossbar when we are in the penalty area already. Result: 0-3 to Pb 1. I've only got 11 words to sum it all up. "Pb2 (Us) deserved to lose as CSY was not playing as striker." =)


Sidekicks.
Pb 2 v Pb 1.
That's the fixture of the inter-board soccer semi-finals.
Ah, some of you may have known that I had a lack of playing time.
Yea of course I am utterly unhappy (who like to watch on the bench)
I have no grudges against our captain but I'd like to blast out some of my thoughts.
(just like Roy Keane.. lol)
Firstly, captain of Malaysia football team doesn't mean he damn tua.
Wth, I am puzzled by his substitutions la.
While we were playing against CMC 2 days ago,
I started out as striker. When CMC scored a goal, he immediately subbed me out for
no apparent reason. (????)
It's like I am not even at fault for the goal, and it was the keeper's fault.
And it's not like they keep on supplying me with passes and I scuffed all my shots.
Julian George always like to link up with Wei Chen (fellow Malaysian ma)
then I also can't do anything about it.
When we conceded, I was subbed out. I would be fine with it if Julian George's substitution proved that it was correct.
In the end, we shortly conceded a second goal partly due to the person(who subbed me)'s fault.
Kudos! (JG, are you leaving the field @ half-time cross-eyed?)
Second half, due to CMC's mistake by subbing out Yong Yuan (the 3-6 Wushu guy.. who plays 99% like Thai Yong), CMC didn't have the cutting edge in front of goal.
We equalised 2-2, due to some poor defending by CMC.
Maybe Julian George prefer people with tough physical presence on the field.
Or people with better aerial ability.
Maybe I could not provide both options up front but I am sure I am worth the first team place.
I am not even getting enough chance to prove myself.
I'd rather be in the Crystal Palace first team than being in Man U reserves.

Good Friday....in a way

I wanna share my experience of Good Friday. A mixture of joy, and at the end…du lan. No lessons on Good Friday…damn happy, so we decided to make it a horror movie marathon at Charlton’s place. The day before rented a few movies, with us finally choosing the 1973 Exorcist and a few other cds.

At Charlton’s, it was like heaven. Food was abundant, and damn, the entertainment was good. Oh, it rained by the way. It rains every Good Friday, or so I think. Charlton’s mum was a very very very gracious host, and I can’t stress that enough. Let me see…was it 4 pizzas? Or 5? Anyway we ate it all…absolutely devoured the whole thing. While eating, we watched the exorcist. It wasn’t a scary movie, and I didn’t know what the fuss was all about. According to them the whole cast of the movie died, but we later found that to be untrue. Only 2 of them died.

Ok, so the movie. It was slow, not scary, but creepy. Jit Hin as usual was watching the whole movie with his hands in front of his eyes. I couldn’t help but scare him after a few scenes. He would get his revenge. More of that later…. Anyway the creepiest scene was the part where the little girl who was possessed by the demon spider-walked (means walking with all fours on the ground, facing upwards) down the stairs. The other creepy scene was when she turned her head 180 degree to talk to the priest.

Bei Er didn’t seem to be scared at all, while Perret seemed more concerned with the messages he received. Nathan, Bei Er and Perret left just after we finished the exorcist, which was the same time Manfred reached.

By now we didn’t know what to do, so we watched Silent Hill. It’s an ok movie la, and Jit Hin did manage to get his revenge. Watching the small girl in the film turn around, he suddenly screamed into my faced ‘oh my god!!!’. My instant reaction was WTF, so I screamed…yeah, quite loud.

We didn’t finish watching the whole thing, so we went to the attic to play F.E.A.R (a stupid game with a girl ghost in it) and just hang about. Charlton and Jit Hin were damn afraid of walking up the steps alone, and Jit Hin even screamed when I…well I just boo-ed him. They were even afraid of going to the toilet together la….ok la maybe I was too, but that was because I was freaked out…by them.

We then played a few games of winning eleven, had dinner (satay, roti john, pizza again and soup) and watched Simpsons. Before we knew it, it was 11 pm already. 12 hours at Charlton’s place leh…and I was late for my curfew. Me, Manfred and Jit Hin went back together. Manfred started talking about how cracking our necks will lead to us breaking it, don’t know if it’s true. Jit Hin wasn’t pleased about it.

Jit Hin: walao, can don’t talk about neck or not? Now make me think of the movie again

Manfred: its just the neck la, and it’s a fact

Me: its not even scary la…neck turn oni ma……

So this was our conversation during our journey, till Jit Hin managed to convince us to change it into something more pleasant, like school. After leaving Manfred at the bus stop, it was just me and Jit Hin. Luckily the MRT service wasn’t over, and I had Jit Hin to thank for catching probably the last train at that time. I got back to the hostel around 1 am, curfew supposed to be 11 pm. So I walked towards the hostel till I saw the guard. I immediately crept under the blocks placed on the roads for construction purposes and dialed Perret to save me. So down he came, but then I thought the guard had left. I climbed over the gates, sneaked in and walked.

Voice: hey you, wait!

Ok, not good. Guard noticed, guard chasing. So I ran to the lift, it opened, it closed. Whew, safe…..or so I thought. The door of the lift opened and the stoner guard was there.

Guard: you Julian George right?

Me: ah

Guard: you sneaked out and in just now

Me: yeah

Guard: why?

Me: I was hungry, so I went out to buy food

Guard: I’m going to have to tell the boarding master what you did

Me: har? But I just bought food oni wor…

Guard: so? You still sneaked out? You students ar….buy food so late at night

Me: can don’t tell or not?

Guard: no, you go back to your room

Me: har? ok….

It wasn’t good to lie la, but then if I didn’t I would have been in deeper shit. Anyway no confinement, just that I missed the Man U-Liverpool game the next night. Damn it…..luckily Man U won, 3-0. Haha….screw you Liverpool fans. Had to sent a message to my discipline teacher, incidentally my physics teacher telling him what I did, got a reply, ready to be skinned alive. Anyway that’s life…so the moral of the story is….don’t buy food after 11….

By the way, i found this blogger blogging about me...quite interesting la. some of it true, some of it not....its above this post, enjoy..........

Du Lan

Back, finally. Nope, not football this time, but Man United are on hot form at the moment. I just want to vent my anger, frustration or whatever you call it. Was doing recess duty as usual (which also means slacking as usual). We were standing at the side talking about Wei Chen’s fake injury and how he was making such a fuss about it. Just then I saw a sec 3 guy carrying food out of the canteen and was gonna run for it. Bringing a packet of junk food or two is ok la, but this fag was hauling two hands full of junk food and trying to make a run for it at the same time. I mean come on la, a lil too obvious right? At least try hiding it in your pockets or stuff it up your ass, I don’t give a damn. But carrying a load full of junk food out in broad day light is clearly testing our patience. So, I made a dash towards him. I got there just in time to make a grab at his collar and tug him back. He was almost flung towards the floor, his buttons and name tag flew everywhere (I had no choice but to hold him back, cause if not he’d been off) .I helped him pick up some of his buttons and led him back to the canteen. I was already quite pissed with this piece of shit (his name shall remain anonymous), but Brian Cheng was a real fool. He fixed his buttons while I stood there waiting for him to finish his business before taking his name down. A bunch of chimpanzees (presumably the scum’s friends) were laughing and teasing him, mocking him for his failure to get pass the ‘slacking’ prefects. A few of the goons were standing behind B.C, and well, one of em directed a rascist remark towards me. Ok, I’m used to this kind of shit, yet it does hurt, a lot. Through gritted teeth, I just took B.C’s name tag took down his name and held his name tag out to him. I then accidentally (maybe not) dropped his name tag. I left and joked with E Yang about the whole incident. I decided that I would add B.C’s name in the Book. Offences include bringing food out of the canteen, running away from a prefect and insulting a prefect. I was tempted to add in injuring a prefect as I hurt my fingers while getting hold of his collar, then again maybe not. I’m actually a good prefect, in a sense that I can close an eye and pretend nothing happened. Some people might call us slackers la, but screw it la. Anyway my point is if even a slack prefect like me catches somebody for committing an offence, that fella must either be a gone case, or he has shit for brains. In this case, I’ll pick the latter.