I have a heavy feeling in my gut.

Maybe I'm just hungry.

Anyway, I found out I love to write.

Hmm..

Maybe socialogy really's my thing.

I have a ton of words weighing on my head. And my chest.

There is so much to write!
Haha.
But I can't.

Damn. Must be laziness.

Satirical, Sick, Scandalous, Scorn.

That's four down.


Sorry.
Anyway, on to sense.
Val's coming back today. That's good. I guess.
I'm so looking forward to Monday.
With Cal organising. Should'nt be a hitch.

Also, Yawn..
Like the third time I've mentioned.
I'll be off to China on Tues.
3rd Oct. 11.15 the flight departs.
If my memory serves me decently.
12th Oct I'll b bck.
The return's flight like 1 +?

There.
I got the tickets.
MI 916, 3rd Oct, 1115.
And.
MI 913, 12 Oct, 1305.

Damn. It's Silkair.
That ain't normal.

Heard I'll be staying in a 4 star hotel. And some village.
Alternating.
Not sure really.
Pretty sure it's China 4 though.

I've been to Hilton Tokyo.
I gotta get that image out!
Or I'll be severely disappointed.

I won't say I've lived the high life.
But I never had to worry about food.
So I wonder how it feels like.
Like some rich bastard I sound like now.
I wonder.

Chopin's something is entertaining me now.
There's Ravel, Tychosvosky, Schumann so on..

Speaking of Piano.
It was great fun chatting with Hong Wei again.
We were supposed to go table tennis.
Hell. Like nobody was there.
WE chatted like old.. Yea. Old times.

What a great friend. Would'nt want to lose him.
We worked together for 1 1/2 months. Saw him Every single day.
Wow..

Working was boring. Like a fun rating, on a scale of 1 to 20 of... 2.
He made it a decent 15.
heh.

I'll cherish him.. Blahblahblah. He hates this sentimental bull.
So do I, outrightly.

Now. It's time for dinner.

Cheers.

Sky paints a grey.
Smile paints a yellow.

Boyy. I change so fast.

Haha.
I'm going swimming again.
40 laps I did that time.
Yawn.
Never again.
20 will do.

Another heart stopping moment at 2.30am.
to 4.30.
Hmm.
Valient fight by Benfica.
Man U won.
Big deal if you play like that.

Virtual Reading I can handle.
But a draw with them?
Bleh.
Get Hargreaves, Torres, Gattuso, De Rossi, Zlatan, Beckham even.
Get rid of Richardson. My goodness. Give me N'Zong Bia any day.

Panzers, Starwars, Fm, Sims, Rome, Godfather, Matrix, O2jam, Bond, Swat, Pes.
Yawn.
Right now I prefer to clean the house.

Even more so, dawdle on Hannah Montana.

Cheers.

Interesting. Hmm..










With the stinkin' A's and D's.
With a bluddy solo reckoning.
With fingers clamming up, freezing like via contact with liquid nitrogen.

Black Keys.
C- Naught
D- F#, C#
E- F#, G#, C#, D#
F- Bb
G- F#
A- F#, G#, C#
B- Everything of Which.

Who picks the songs?
Grunge does'nt appeal to me.
The electric guitar screaming like it's been gagged.
The reportiore of which borders on deafening.
The drums with a mormon sandying it.
The one in 3 weeks chance I get to play. Really play.
There is nothing to play.

And As Ever So Often. I cannot complain.





China. Ka zac stan. Uz bek is tan.
Where next?
At least there is a cool stamp in one's passport.
I dare not interfere.
It's just that I cannot help being concerned on a 50 year old man travelling to uzbek and
Kazac alone.
And my Mother travelling which.
I can only pray.

Villages in Mountains.
I'm sent there.
May be a blessing in disguise.
I don't know what to expect. Right now?
A village with water drawn from wells.
Might even be true.

Haha.
Cheers.

My emotions run rampant most of the time. The only difference is that it never hits my outer shell.
I recently viewed In America.
That would be the title. Simple.

The movie was captivating, enchanting and very heartwarming.
I was once told that my ability to express my emotions by words were admirable.
However, not so outrightly.
When/While I and my older bro watched that commercial-free movie, our faces remained expressionless.
This is common, mandatory even. Yet, emotion is not absent. The still air among us was moving, saturated with relief. Our eyes were fixated on the screen for roughly over 2 hours. Such was the impact, if one can call it, of the movie.
This is what movies should be all about. I have lost a considerable amount of interest in watching movies/ tv shows. While I have nothing against them, and while I might contradict myself in the future.. In America easily surpasses any movie I've ever watched.

Not that there is much difference. There is the common garden-grass variety.
As in the ho-hum-dum-bore chinese serials which everybody seems to be ensnared by.

Then there is the run-gun-shoot-fight movies.
I do enjoy them, occasionally. But there is that negativity, stagnant effect that lingers.
Hardly memorable. Like a gunshot wound.
I was invited to watch Miami Vice twice. 4 stars out of five must make it a pretty good movie. But I can almost imagine the movie.

Also, the bimbotic-solo-esqe-girly movie.
Reminds me of Charlie's Angels or maybe the more recent John Tucker Must Die..?
Eye candy is maybe the only reason I agree to view these movies, and maybe the comic relief.
Even that gets boring after a bit.


But! In America. Is raw, dripping with emotion, coupled with astounding acting and a great storyline. It kept me guessing, repelling all attempts to guess to outcome, riveting is the word.

It is about a Irish family moving to New York. The two girls have made the part their own, they are practically living the movie.
From Ariel's childlike innocence, Christy's eyes of the movie, Samantha's compelling resurrection of a strong mother, Johnny's empowering role as a dutiful father and Mateo's heartwarming turnaround. From....
Greatness.

The scene that Johnny tries to win a doll for Ariel, just to see a smile on her face, his daughter's face. Almost blowing every cent they had.
It will linger in my mind, for a bit longer then the female lead choosing between two male leads.

Little girl and Negro magic.

Cheers.

I was planning on writing a short composition.
I will put it off.

I've got a new handphone!
Or did I mention that before?

At least there's a camera.
Heh.

I've been informed that most of my posts has a biting tone to it.
And once again i apologise.
The way I see it, talking about my life warrents no, nothing. Unless it's littered with humongous words and phrases.
Hence, that is why I pour this little irritations on my life here.
Thus and therefore, I am not really griped with anger all the time. As I always say, Cheers!

Randomly, I dislike alcohol.
Wine, Beer and the lot.
I also detest people that claim to like beer and wine. the occasional pester to purchase those.
And they get woozy at the first sip.
Or you can see the obvious distaste, yet they cover it up. Hoping.
Classic Example : My younger bro.
Trying to act Cool or something?

If one really likes it, go ahead. Don't tell me.

Damn, I've gone on the bite people again.

Swimming is on the list later.
Again. I target 30 laps today.
Hopefully I don't goof off and get lazy.

I'm also leaving for Kunming, China on the 3rd of Oct.
Be bck around the 10th or 12th depending on flight availability.

China. This will be my 3rd trip. To some village in the mountains.
Should be interesting. And cold. I hope I'm some use as a missionary.
I really hope I'm more of a help then a hinderance.
I suppose praying helps.


Lastly, my Reading rocks!
As in Reading football club.
I took them up to the Premiership in my first season! After finishing a dismal 13th in the first season in top flight, Reading has made a strong start to the 3rd season, with them nestling safely in 7th, only 9 points behind leaders Arsenal and with the most goals scored in the whole Premiership.
The manager in his first season at Reading had a trying time. In addition to the growing dissent from the supporters because of the hiring of a inexperienced manager, he also had the deal with a minute wage structure and a small transfer budget. Only 3 new faces were added

Namely, Columbian winger Daniel Machacon. $210K
Experienced midfielder Khalilou Fadiga. $425K
and
Xerez defender Gerard. $425k

The season was an unbridled success. Reading finished 2nd in the Championship with 78 points from 46 matches. With Reading scoring the most goals in that season, it proved that the manager is one who affirms the phrase " the best form of defence is attack".

The transfer market was relatively quiet compared to the next season. Reading only sold a Jonathan Hayes for $160k.


The Madjeski stadium was buzzing with jubilation as Reading got promoted for the first season under the new manager. The board was equally jubilant and looked forward to facing the big boys of the Premiership.
Handing over a significant increased tansfer budget, the board signalled their intentions for the coming season. Stay in top flight.
With that money, the manager went on a spending spree.

Buying :
Midfielder Silas, $1.1m
Striker Matt Jensen, Free
Striker Vincent Pericard, Free
Midfielder James Brackenbridge, Free
Defender Jonathan Evans, $150k
Midfielder Craig Gardner, $240k
Goalkeeper Szabolcs Kemenes, Free
Defender Steve Finnan, Free
Midfielder Kily Gonzalez, Free
Midfielder Nicky Butt, $275k
Defender Noe Pamarot, $1m
Defender Pieter Collen, Free
Defender Jorge Ribeiro, $2.8m
Goalkeeper Stuart Taylor, $2.1m
Striker Patrick Kluivert, $1.2m
Defender Jean-Alain Boumsong, $2.5m
and
Defender Matteo Ferrari, $2.7m.

A whopping 17 players for $14 million altogether.

The supporters were had mixed feelings about the transfers.
They were excited of the prospect of international stars Like Kluivert and Gonzalez plying their trade at the Madjeski Stadium.
However, they were skeptical about Pieter Collen, who the believed could disrupt the harmony in the team.
They were also not happy that star players like top scorer Dave Kitson, the midfield pair of Steve Sidwell and James Harper and young talent Kevin Doyle were allowed to leave for a substantial amount of money.
Could this new look team gel together quckly enough?

The 2nd season started with a bang.
However Reading supporters hopes were smashed as Reading hovered just above the relegation zone for the bulk of the season.
The only notable scorelines was the 1-1 draw with mighty Manchester United and the 5-4 victory over Newcastle.
With Reading scoring a tremendous amount of goals yet again, only less then the big four and Tottenham but letting in 67 goals in 38 games was a worrying sign.
The last game of the season came against Crystal Palace. Reading were at 17th. Just above the relegation zone. A win would secure their safety.
In truth Reading were never troubled. A comfortable 2-0 ensured survival. What was surprising was that Reading jumped from 17th to 13th in one game. Such was the tenseness of the bottom half of the table.

The manager answered his critics by keeping his team in the Premiership.
However he had a mammoth task in trying to buy players to shore up the leaky backline.
The Chairman was also on his back trying to get him to sign 2 high profile players, in an attempt to boost the club's profile.
The signings were Roma defender Samuel Kuffour for $2.5m and Santi Cazorla at $3.6m.
It would later prove to be a steal.

The 3rd season began with the team claiming that they can finally work as a unit and are gelling firmly together. Although the first game was a borefest at 0-0. Reaing went on to win their next 3 games, before losing 5-2 to a rampant Thierry Henry-led Arsenal. Despite losing to Chelsea, Liverpool and Fulham. Reading notched up some decent results, including the thriller 3-3 draw with Everton and the 5-1 thrashing of Newcastle.

Reading are now 12 games into the season with 6 wins , 2 draws and 4 losses.
The defence is still underperforming by letting in 22 goals, but the attack is proving to be a handful by scoring 27 goals. More then anybody else this season.
With new captain Kily Gonzalez leading the way and Manager Reuben Ho.
Reading fans can afford to feel optimistic this season.

Cheers, Virtually.

Pish Posh.
What results. Way below expectations.

2 Cs, 1 C+, 1B+, 1 Distinction.
Gpa: 2.8.

Come on. At least 3.
Please!
Eh. Well. After studying. Bleh.

It's been decent hols so far.
Decided to talk about my life.
I haven't updated in a bit. With nary a reason.

The main highlight of yesterday was Man U's loss to Arsenal.
Grr... Why? Oh. And I played the drums in practice.

Love the drums. The "too noisy" phrase does'nt apply there.
Where the fun in playing keyboard if I have to continue toning down?
My creativity is being stifled, that's what I feel basically. And the FIRST damn time I played in the main hall. I screwed it up!

I was so damn bloody scared!
Hence, I played at a severe minimum. Fearing critisicm from Doris and CLEMENT.
Damn man.. They never called me up again.
I can play much BETTER!
It's always, TOO MUCH, TOO NOISY, TOO BORING, TOO BANGING.
Hell..
Sorry la. I was self- taught. or rather. .
Can't you just me have fun?

Eh.
anyway, I'm on something like an exercise regieme.
I'm trying to lose weight. HehHeh.
Every Mon/Wed/Fri i go swimming with Cal.
Mann.. This is boring.
I'm to 25 laps now.
Heck, there's gotta be some good in it.

Cal has been real fun these hols.
And Jeeren is so cute., it should be illegal.
Heh.

Lastly, Got a new/old phone.
8168 8911. If you haven't been informed.

Ho Hum.

Cheers.

Why does the recent blogs I read complain about life, love and the emptiness of their lives?
" My life is boring, I wanna meet her/him."

Come on. Cut the sentimental bullshit.

You're thirteen or 14 and you lament about love and life?
Heck, Ain't anybody heard about childhood?

I was eavesdropping on a conversation. NOt intentionally. Please.

2 young young girls bicking on life.
Enjoy your childhood man.
As in when you're still in school.

Growing up is hell. I wish I didn't have to do it.
But hey.. I'm still in my childhood.

I just read a comment.
Who do you wanna meet? " Her.. Life is so empty without her."

Golly good graciousness gamper on a git.

Make good friends and stop whining.

My g's. I really can't forget the conversation.

Cheers.

I was so bored I decided to compose a song!
Ironically, on how boring my day is.

I had a boring day,
I had a boring day,
I had a.....

Ah heck.
I hence fell into a dark abyss of .. something.

Stupidly ironically, ( again)
I had a pretty great day!

My Goodness, I like Simei.'
For today at least.

I did everything I wanted to do today.

Exercise, Relax, Not watch TV /com/ps2.

5 laps ... seezz..
Was Kinda decent. Puts considerable EASE on my mind though.
That paradise Calvin brought me to was peaceful, almost tranquil.
It was quiet.. It basically had a very wholesome feel.
I miss that non-feeling. Where there's no impending thoughts about the clothes I need to hang, exams, younger brothers.
I was at peace!
Good peace. Not the six feet under kind.

Calvin was great fun.
The two fatties go swimming and relax. Ha!
Argue about soccer. Played that B&B game and J.Park.

Mann. Today was awesome. Forget my earlier lines. They were stucked-in nonsense.

I wanna go back. While there are no fruit trees, that was My Garden of Eden.

Cheers. Or did I dream it?

"The world's best assassin sauntered out."

Heh.

The days seem to fly by. Reminiscing of post O levels.
Seez a bit unvaried. Unhealthy even.

Fun only lasts that long.
I wanna stick in Malaysia and race.

I read Ecc. Turns out ol' King Sol initially could'nt figure out the meaning of life.
So heck with it.

When you see a church and think Requiem you know u've controlled Mr.47 long enough.
At least I finished it.

To cut short this story, holidays are boring, unexciting.
Somebody give me something to do. Monotone is.. but an anticlimax.

I look forward with bated breath the match against Tot.
I remember the match against Saturday team.
I scored. Times like this come sparingly.
Confidence is something so valuable.

Can 6 Oct come any sooner?
It will never if I continue wasting time. I once wished I had more time.
Turns out the simple truth of time is by yourself.

I never liked sleeping excessively. Live and Let die.

I miss the tel. Dread the un-miss.

And apologies for wasting my time.

Cheers.

woo!

Jus went to Msia. or rather, just came back.

With the Chors, bound to be a bomb.

It was hell fun. A deserved break, I call it.

Been a while since we all gathered.

Eh..

Don't really have much now.

And I really like it when my quotes appear elsewhere.

I have blogger's block.

Erm.

I got a tan

It still hurts.

Cheers. For now.

My friend asked. "Who's Kudos?"
Haha..

Anyway. Day did'nt start off as I hoped.
To get the ball rolling, val got really mad..
That was horrible.
Understandable though.

Then calvin and I got mad.
Understandable.

When you get bullshit like weather reports and trips to malaysia.. It's hard not to get a tad frustrated.

I was hell worried. With Cal's anything's and val's cold silence.
So I hopefully, did solve the problem.
This will definately have it's recurring effects.
I suspect Rachel had much to do about lightening val's mood.. Kudos to her.

Thus, I propose that I would organise the next trip.
And some could help. If one get's angry over lousy organisation.
They could help me, namely her.
And frankly I'm sick of indecisiveness.

I've blogged bout it once.. A while ago.
Creaks and Cracks and what nots.



Well..




That's bout enough of the Sally sorry sob stories.

Sentosa has hell fun, even with Chee How and Xuewen not being there.
Is indecisiveness contagious?

Anyway, the beach was cool. Not crowded. Main attraction for me.
Fun predominately trimphed over bad blood and tempers.
Of course! Have you ever seen teletubbies on television and seen Po lambasting the gutless Lala?
Not likely.

Friends have weaknesses, YOU have yours. I have mine.
It's the matter of spreading the butter over the cracks and learning to co-exists in an attempt to satisfy our social needs.
Nobody's perfect. But today was fun.

I hope and pray that all bad blood is resolved. All tempers forgotten. All arguments decided upon.
Forgiveness pouring out like an overflowing cup of crystal clear water. With each drop that taints the ground, a piece of "bad" is removed, hereby santifying it and renewing into it's utter wholesomeness.
Forgiveness and apologies, will they run rampant?
The latter already has. Now it's time for YOUR former to catch up.

Cheers.

Personal Message: Collaboration will help.
What the heck you've learnt OB for anyway?

Exams are over?
So what?

I got mad on Thursday, I got mad on Friday.
And I hardly get mad.

ON thursday,
There was hardly any warmth with the LESSER teachers I met.
My closer friends were not there.
I was made to walk a round in that maddening rain while waiting for a decision.
It wasn't heavy or light, it was just horrible.

Brothers cheered me up. I forgot about em.

I rushed to breakfast on Friday, anticipating home visits.
I rushed back, anticipating three home visits.
I got my house ready, anticipating three, fun-filled home visits.
I waited to 1. I called at one. Turns out they were coming at 2, 3, and 3.30.
I asked them to come at 11.30.
How can I not get mad?
They made it up to me..
Thankfully. No offense to either of them.

Saturday was much better.
Met Eugene or Zhipang and Nixon.
Boy. It was great. It always was great, is great.

There's soccer tomorrow.

And now.

Cheers.

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