Monday, September 24, 2007
19:26:00
Ok then, back again.Well, nothing much to say, except that Man Utd beat Chelsea 2-0! Happy days. Of course, it's not as sweet as it would've been if Mourinho was still in charge, but a win is a win, especially one over one of your title rivals.I didn't watch much of the match, but seeing pictures of Joe Cole's tackle on Ronaldo, I'd say that deserves a red. He was NOWHERE near the ball. He couldn't pass it off for a tackle even if Mike Dean was his Grandad. What an idiot.As it is, Tevez got his first goal. Hopefully, the first of many to come.School nowadays, not much happening. We'd be better off just staying home and doing our own work. But, whatever, just go through with it. Just the final stretch now.Well, not much else. Just gonna end off with this song. Sounds cheerful, but it's really quite sad. The video tells a pretty heartbreaking story, imo.Moody Blues - Your Wildest Dreams
Once upon a timeOnce when you were mineI remember skiesReflected in your eyesI wonder where you areI wonder if youThink about meOnce upon a timeIn your wildest dreamsOnce the world was newOur bodies felt the morning dewThat greets the brand new dayWe couldn't tear ourselves awayI wonder if you careI wonder if you still rememberOnce upon a timeIn your wildest dreamsAnd when the music playsAnd when the worlds areTouched with sorrowWhen the music playsI hear the soundI had to followOnce upon a timeOnce beneath the starsThe universe was oursLove was all we knewAnd all I knew was youI wonder if you knowI wonder if youThink about itOnce upon a timeIn your wildest dreamsAnd when the music playsAnd when the words areTouched with sorrowWhen the music playsAnd when the music playsI hear the soundI had to followOnce upon a timeOnce upon a timeOnce when you were mineI remember skiesMirrored in your eyesI wonder where you areI wonder if youThink about meOnce upon a timeIn your wildest dreamsIn your wildest dreamsIn your wildest dreamsAnonyman!
Friday, September 21, 2007
22:48:00
Right... Got some results back.Most of them have no bearing on my actual Prelims grade, so I'm not too bothered with them, even if I got low marks. Not to say I didn't put effort into those papers which didn't matter; rather, not as much as I would have if they did count.As it is, I passed a Physics (exam, not test) paper for the first time in my life, haha. Feels quite good, even though I know I should be aiming for more than a pass, and that I will.The other most remarkable thing I achieved is this. My SS paper was another one of those whose marks wouldn't count into my actual prelim grades, and I had hardly any time to study for it due to the short notice of the re-test dates and times, so I just basically flipped through a few chapters in 'preparation' for the paper. The source-based portion, so-so, although I somehow contrived to get a L1/1 for question 1(c), that was the only black spot. SEQ, here's the magic. I barely studied and managed to get 19/25. Christ, either my memory's good, or I am the undisputed King of Logical Bullshit. LOL. I'm still amazed at how I managed such a feat. I guess it goes to show how much a good foundation of English can help. Will be waiting to see if my History paper turns out the same way, although I highly doubt lightning can strike twice.Anyway, the big football news everyone's talking about: Mourinho's gone! I couldn't believe it when I heard it on the radio yesterday (I was sick, lying in bed resting, with the radio on). I couldn't believe my ears. Went to the com to check it out on Soccernet and, sure enough, the big headline 'Mourinho parts with Chelsea' shone back in my face. It's amazing.I never liked the fact that Chelsea were so successful despite their boring style of play, and they were freakishly difficult to beat, as Man Utd's record against them shows. For these reasons, I didn't like Mourinho. However, only the most retarded, biased fan can actually say that Mourinho was a lousy manager. He was brilliant, a great man manager, above all else, and he hardly deserved to be sacked under such circumstances. I hope he gets a nice job (not in England! I could do without competition to United!) where the board respects his decisions and not interfere in team affairs. Perhaps, he might even be a future Man Utd manager. For all the grief (title-wise) he has caused us, he's still a brilliant manager, and when Fergie decides to finally hang up his overcoat, I'd welcome Mourinho with open arms.Abramovich is really a big idiot. What kind of retarded chairman gets unsatisfied with (almost) guaranteed success every season, fucks things up by forcibly introducing players into the team, destabilising it, then firing the manager when things get screwed up? I hope Chelsea goes the route of Hearts, which has its own crazy chairman in Vladimir Romanov. Avram Grant will be up against it from day one, I think the players are still seething from this unwelcome and certainly unforeseeable development in the managing staff. I hope United can take advantage of this confusion and deal Chelsea a big blow to their title hopes this weekend.Besides Roman's friends, I seriously find it difficult to see how anyone might be really interested in the Chelsea job now, knowing that winning just isn't enough. Pressure would be immense, and the chairman could just kick you out for not entertaining him. I read on a footy website, and I fully agree, that if this continues, Chelsea is beginning to look more and more like Abramovich's plaything rather than a serious investment, regardless of any statements they may release denying so. Once he gets tired and leaves... Ho ho. Chelsea, get to know Leeds United. When Roman leaves, you two clubs are going to have ALOT in common. Namely, being bankrupt.Well, that's all for now then. There's a big match coming on the weekend, all Man Utd fans please support the team! (Unlike the fickle Chelsea idiots, only 24,000 decided it was worth watching their team potentially spank Rosenborg. Serves them right they only drew)Anonyman!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
00:30:00
Right then, I just got back from band dinner!Mightily shacked balls. I slept late last night, had to go through the career fair thing in school today followed by 2 make-up papers, what an ordeal!After the papers I chionged home, and congregated with the guys at my house, where we did some last minute preparations and resting for a while before setting off. We took a taxi, TO THE WRONG HOTEL. We didn't realise it for about 10-15 minutes, and when we did, hurried to get another cab. Funnily enough, the driver of this cab was one outspoken man, attacking the news on the radio, saying it's almost all bullshit and complaining about alot of things in Singapore life. Vulgar fellow, but it was entertaining. 2nd time I've encountered such a driver already, although the first one wasn't as hardcore as this guy, lol. This guy, damn, he swore as much if not more than me. Imagine how much that is. HahahahahahAnyhoo we got to the hotel, not the latest, mind you, but pretty late nevertheless. The food was good, buffet as usual, though I didn't eat that much. Didn't have much of an appetite despite the fact that I hadn't eaten a thing the whole day.Soon enough the part where BT spoke about each graduating member and gave them a token of appreciation came, and he spoke about my brother when it was my turn, haha. There was one mistake in what he said though; my brother's first handphone was an Ericsson, not all Nokia all the way, hahaha.Loud? Perhaps, yes, that's generally how I am. Much as I'd like to be able to play soft passages properly I just don't have what it takes to really do so, sadly. It's okay, give me any loud thing, I'll play it right for you. You'll feel it in your body man, lol.Gift exchanges and photo-taking next, as was the custom. My section's awesome, they got me a brand new football! Holy shit! Hahaha. Thanks, thanks so much. They also made me this huge card, it looks real nice and is now hung up in my room, haha. Also got some stuff from Danhui, Mabel and most surprisingly, Lin Hao. All really nice things, thanks all!Man am I tired. Well, I've been called loud, and while that's just one part of a very diverse me, I'm all for enforcing a stereotype, for once, haha. Here's Aerosmith, with Walk This Way!Rock N' Roll man, Rock N' Roll!Anonyman!
Monday, September 10, 2007
20:35:00
Ok, back again.Today I finally got back to school, taking English Paper Two and Bio Paper Two. The English was alright, and I kept up my uncanny ability to just about meet the word limit on the summary. I got 151 words this time, and I've managed 150 on the dot a couple of times before already, haha. Anyway, the paper was alright.Bio... Damnably unlucky, I was. All the topics I'm good at, no major questions, only a few here and there. I'm just hoping for a pass, really. Quite unfortunate.On to other stuff. Yesterday, I met up with the Brudders for the first time in a long time, to go and get some stuff for band dinner. Namely, presents for our juniors. The gifts I got are pretty... How to say... They don't really look much? But each and every one of them means something; there's some meaning behind the gifts, in other words.Well, nothing much else to say, I guess. Till next time then. China Crisis - Wishful Thinking
It's time we should talk about itThere's no secrets kept in hereForgive me for askingNow wipe away your tearsAnd if I wish to stop it allAnd if I wish to comfort the fallIt's just wishful thinkingI sat on the roofAnd watched the day go byI see the likeness in his smileAnd the way he standsMakes it all worth whileAnonyman!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
16:23:00
It's actually been just over half a month since I posted. Incredible.It's not so much that I've lost interest in blogging; rather, I just haven't been feeling like doing so. I let my inspiration guide me; I don't blog for the sake of doing so.That said, it's not like nothing has happened in the time I've been gone. Biggest thing was the fact that I somehow got the mumps in the wee hours of the 26th of August. I was up late, as I usually am on Saturdays. It was around 2, 3-something that I decided to retire for the night. My cheeks were already hurting at this point, but I just dismissed it as one of those things, and that I'd feel better when I woke up. As it was, I couldn't even get to sleep, drifting in 'mid-consciousness' for over an hour before i decided enough was enough, and I went to tell my parents.Went to the bathroom and saw that my cheeks had swollen pretty bad. It was around 4, 5 by this time, and I had to endure for another couple of hours before I could go see a doctor. Took some panadol and that eased the pain, but I felt a fever building up already.Another thing to note, throughout the whole process I was wide awake, talking as I normally would (and as usual being able to find a funny side to the situation), but really I was just running on pure adrenaline. I had to be; I hadn't had a wink of sleep since I woke up on Saturday morning. Funny how the body works. When I got home from the doctor's I fell asleep for 3 hours straight. Haven't gone to sleep with such ease in some time.Anyhoo, I had gotten a week's MC, right smack dab in the middle of the prelims. I'll be re-taking the papers I missed some time after the prelims, but the marks won't count. As such, I've, in a sense, 'forfeited' quite a few subjects. I'm not sure how they'll be computing my marks, but I hope it all works out.I've been using the time to study and rest. Slept quite alot; nice to catch up on my rest. Hardly any time for that in my regular schedule, or in anyone's regular schedules, for that matter. In any case, I've recovered and just concentrating on the papers I have after the hols, even if some of those marks might not be used. It's all really confusing.Life's been incredibly dull, being stuck at home. Might be a reason for my kinda-sorta crabby mood. I'm fine, just not in the mood to humour people in things I don't much care for, or at least not at the moment.Well, there's studying to be done. Cheers mates.Nik Kershaw - The Riddle
I got two strong armsBlessings of babylonWith time to carry onAnd tryFor sins and alarmsSo to america the braveWise men saveNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of aranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over youI got plans for usNights in the sculleryAnd days instead of meI only know what to discussOf for anything but lightWise men fighting over youIt's not me you seePieces of valentineWith just a song of mineTo keep from burning historySeasons of gasoline and goldWise men foldNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of aranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over youI got time to killSly looks in corridorsWithout a plan of yoursA blackbird sings on bluebird hillThanks to the calling of the wildWise mens childNear a tree by a riverThere's a hole in the groundWhere an old man of aranGoes around and aroundAnd his mind is a beaconIn the veil of the nightFor a strange kind of fashionThere's a wrong and a rightBut he'll never, never fight over you