Seeing that this is probably going to be my last post (depending on my mood) of the year that was let alone the naughties might as well make it reminiscent, a little, at least. Intro aside, I'm debating with myself whether to end this post with a high or low note. We'll just see how it folds out, and a voice in my head shouts, "Just wing it, mate! We love it that way yeah?", beaming. Right, moving on. Personally I think many of us are maturing, all finding out more about ourselves as well as others. Strangers to acquaintances, acquaintances to associates, associates to friends, friends to so-called, self-proclaimed, genetically remote, gayness-to-the-max-without-actually-being-gay brotherhoods. Said brothers who supposedly are the same people we chat to online daily, we spam facebook notifications, we camwhore with, we bum around with and (regretfully, at that) mark each others room with our own scent. _||_(-_o)_||_ for the dutch-fucking-ovens. Haha.
As I was saying, all of us have in a sense, be it a little, grown up in certain ways. Being more aware of ones actions and the consequences that come with it. Being able to go to that person and say "Hah! I'm taller than you now!" (in a totally non-malicious and jokingly way) as to previously. Or grasping knowledge we never had a year ago. (Bloody hell, there I go with the cliche remarks again) Useful or not. Mostly useful, to yourself. Who's to judge that, eyh?
Here's to summing up 2009. It was eventful. And no, I'm not going to go into the general things that happened because this is my blog and I'm not going to be repetitive. Talking about stuff that have been covered by others. Instead I'm going to write a little more personally. You can go procrasturbate (credits to urban dictionary) if you're not interested. It's been one year and more since I was introduced to the Goal Academy. Thank you, Adam for that. It's been awesome being with you guys through the highs and lows. I still look to the day I received the captain's armband for confidence. I'm sorry if this might sound egoistical of me but I loved that moment so much. In truth, all of you around me help me out loads on the field, if not for you guys being vocal with me, I might sometimes be very isolated within myself. I know I may (MAY) be a little arrogant here but I'm not trying to be, I think I'm the type who likes to get stuck in , and that I'm not easily bothered, but when I do finally crack, I break into a thousand tiny pieces which take time to be put back together. I think so... what do you think? Drop something in the cbox if you wouldn't mind. Not that I'd be disheartened if no one answered this. Singapore was one that'll never be forgotten. The 7 hour bus ride, late night Chucky and alleged dutch ovens, 1-0 over Tanglin, and having my feet covered in a whole lot of plasma, new Nike socks you guys got for me ( which reminds me of Justin spilling his drink in the mall, even though I wasn't there. ) and Z putting himself in the firing line as keeper. Not to mention the crappy stuff you guys did like overdosing on Red Bull.
I've recently been under performing, by my own standards. Need to get my hunger and touch back. What used to be a simple knock on and finish is now hard to come by, always having to check back and pass, which doesn't always find its intended target nowadays. I need futsal, badly. What's this I hear about a couple of form 2s calling us out?
Inevitably, there's school. Not an inspiring year academically by any means. It being woeful would be an understatement. Maybe because some call it the honeymoon year I could be spared some stick, but honestly, I didn't keep my end of the bargain up. I don't wish that I could've done better, I'm not disappointed, nor am I even bothered by it in truth. I can see people pulling their hairs out and beating me across the top of my head with a shoe in their minds already. I've got time, chill. Sooner or later I'll have my act all cleaned up. I've already begun a little mind you just to please you people out there. Hope the coming term's going to be easy on the eyes in terms of its outcome. There was also a minor thing about Majlis Sukan Sekolah Daerah this year. Hopefully I'll be actually playing in next years squad. Instead of filling up paper work for all you cunts.
Joke. I don't care as long as I'm there to watch some football.
When I started this post I was thinking about posting up recent news about the bus that crashed in Ipoh and a nasty Christmas Eve celebration in Penang, but seeing as I'm no mood to be pessimistic before the New Year, nor repeat general news, I won't. Just touching on it a little, goes to show that life's short and ends when least expected, so do what you must at any given time, so you don't die leaving question marks. Then again, there's the Christmas thingy in Penang, which just shows us that there's always, always space for common sense and doing things that are appropriate for its time and place.
Should I go on?
I think I could really. On Arsenal's performance last night, it was solid. Three - Nil at home to an accomplished side in Villa, who are challenging for that coveted fourth and final Champions League spot.
( Since were going into football here, I don't care if I repeat anything, I'm going to say what I want just because )
Fabregas once again proving how inspirational he is to the team. Coming on for just over 20 minutes and wreaking havoc in the Villa back line. Firstly his 40 yard free kick driven just over the cross bar. Then getting fouled by Dunne on the edge of the D to earn a nicely placed free kick. Couldn't have been placed better on the training ground, so up steps Captain Fab and picks his spot into the top left hand corner. No chance Friedel, mate. Villa didn't give in, they kept on their pursuit of an equalizer. Then caught on the break after James Milner's misplaced ( and somewhat lazy, complacent and casual ) pass and Traore was free to pick out a long diagonal cross field ball to Theo Walcott who had Fabregas for support. Both bombing on straight to the heart of the Villa defense, and finally the England right winger released Fabregas with a threaded through ball for the Spanish internaitonal to slip it past a despairing Friedel. 2-0 to the Arsenal and Fabregas was subbed off for Aaron Ramsey after what looked like he had strained his hamstring again in his second goal of the match. Pray to God that it isn't long term. An injury reoccuring is usually worse than the initial one. That's it, the game done and dusted, Diaby running at the Villa center backs and they were polite enough to back off and give him the invitation to shoot. To which he obliged and placed it neatly into Friedel's right corner. Side foot finish from edge of the box. No grand slam for Villa. Another Boxing Day victory for The Gooners! Now, who's caught Wenger's eye for that sole striker position. Just throwing some names into the hat ( sorry for any spelling errors, I'm trying to remember their names by heart ) , there's the old rumor of Maruone Chamakh, probably Carlton Cole? What about, Ruud Van Nistelrooy. Other good target men out there include, Edin Dzeko and Pierre-Alain Gignac or something of the sort. Well, that's it for this year. I've got more in the noggin' but am tired of typing so much.
Happy New Year and have an awesome start to the tens.
