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Sunday, December 27

Projectile Plasma

A case of short story long? Maybe.

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.

Saturday, December 26

Tuesday, December 22

I've had my fill of L4D2 for 2009. Damn nice weih, marathon from 10am to 4pm. Versus mode on 3 different maps. Hard Rain, Swamp Fever and Dead Center.

Hilman
Ben
ZunZheng
Gavin
Tat
Ronald
Tyron

First game (Swamp Fever) my team (Me, Ronald, Ben) won by 5 points. WOOT!

Second map my team (Hard Rain) (Me, Tyron, Ben) lost.

Last map (Dead Center) (Me, Tyron, Ben, Tat) tar pao their assess.

Moment of the day:
CoolDevil walks into room. HotMess stands guard outside.
Hilman : Woi! Oron, got what in the room!?
Tyron : Er... got ammo. Got pitsol..... . Oh... and got hunter.
*SexyBitch pinned CoolDevil*

WTF!

Friday, December 18

I need to play. Soon.

Sunday, December 13

What do the Dutch have in relation with ovens?

In a week where I ignored the doctors orders, screwed my ankle up even more, got a hangover on caffeine, saw one of the best Premier League results (without Arsenal even kicking a ball yet), was reminded of myself by a Honduran left back (let's be arrogant here, a little) and see the number of 'Best-Of-The-Naughties' lists pile up one over the other.

It begins from last Saturday (5th) and I'm barely passed one week of recovery. I decided to join the lost boys for some futsal. Apparently told myself that I wouldn't go anywhere near the court and just sit on the sidelines and scrutinize. How wrong I was. My feet itched so badly I threw off my slippers and decided a run in goal wasn't going to harm anyone. Before I knew it I had the ball at my feet trying to slalom passed people with my left ankle still in its aircast. It felt good to let loose a little and get the frustration out. Oh yes, I returned home after that to greet my parents homecoming from Mecca.

A couple of days later and I'm quite confused about what I'm supposed to. 007 was a blast. Didn't do wonders for my ankle though. Especially with the head-banging, fist pumping, floor thumping moshpits. What's ironic is that I got stepped on my ankle when I was standing aside being a bystander. I felt someone's heels crush against my foot whilst I had my back turned away from the dance floor. The night was far from over as we left Tropicana. Just try imagining what 4 boys would do in the dead of night when they're hungry, in need of female companionship and full of methane. Here's a hint, frozen mamak food & McDs, an increasing phone bill and bed covers which have to be burnt to disinfect. There's also the matter of never trying Ariff-made-coffee. Most would put in 2/3 spoons full of coffee powder yes? I'm not hooked on coffee so I wouldn't know. But he filled the mug up 'til midpoint. I being a person who hates to waste, finished the damned thing. Only to be in a seriously fucked up state for the next 2 days.

Twas also a week where Manchester United were stunned at home to a Villa side who rode their luck and Friedel's strong wrists. Chelsea were also guilty of not keeping the opposition strike force at bay. Evidently, Cech has been found wanting in these last few outings for The Blues, and he seems to be as nervous as a kitten when it comes to lofted balls into his box. Terry and Carvalho look suspect at the back and it just seems as if their defense which is at full strength could be compared to United's patchy one. Maynor Figueroa pulled an absolute belter from his array of not so many goals. Only 2 for Wigan to be exact. 60 yards out, quick free kick, keeper off his line. *I drift back to that day at Megah field.

I also voted for Iniesta's goal in the Champions League against Chelsea earlier in May, as my goal of the year for the Fifa Puskas 2009 award. I'm sure you have your opinions, just hear me out. All I see in this goal is the ability to place the ball with the outside of the boot, into the top corner. Knowing all to well that he's probably not going to produce much power with no run up. Also that if he misses this, his team are out of the Champions League. So, go all in or fold? I respect his judgment to go ahead with the shot. My hats off to him. The Strokes also were awarded best album of the naughties. No dispute there. Anyone who says otherwise, go bugger yourself.

Friday, December 11

They snore

I blame Ariff's first attempt at making coffee for my inability to sleep now. I think I could go on for 2 days without any rest. Nick and Ariff have given in to the sandman's call and I'm here with nothing for company apart from Fly.fm.

Monday, December 7

Shuffle my playlist and the first 15 songs I get:
Mirage - Pesawat
A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me - Fall Out Boy
She Wolf - Shakira
Club Foot - Kasabian
Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
Smooth Criminal - Michael Jackson
Come Together - Michael Jackson
Clocks - Coldplay
If Only - The Kooks
Pocket Full Of Stars - Nine Black Alps
I Want You - Across The Universe Soundtrack
New Perspective - Panic At The Disco
Meet Me Halfway - Black Eyed Peas
Tak Bisakah - Peterpan
Burning Down The House - The Used

I'm walking on my own two feet this morning. Today's my last day on pain killers.


Despite being unable to play, nothing's keeping me from football. Went down to Amcorp Mall yesterday morning to watch GA's friendly against MBPJ U16. The itch in my feet to put on my CTRs and chase down the ball was so aggravating. How badly I wanted to help. It was a scrappy match. GA won 2-1. Although the opposing team's parents were real..... whatever. They said they didn't have a full team playing. As a matter of fact, neither did GA. I'd love a rematch. Let's see how you fair against GA's full team. After the match wasted the rest of my day at Adam's until 5. Played Winning Eleven 2010 on PS3 the whole time. Switchfoot's new album Hello Hurrican is awesome by the way. Then followed Adam to GA training. I just watched and talked to coach as everyone else went about the usual routine. Training ended with penalties. I know I shouldn't have, but my ankle felt fine, so I stepped up to take one myself. No run up, just one step and sidefoot into the top left corner. How nice it felt to just start kicking again =)


God stay with me, please?
Because,
I love Football.

Saturday, December 5

Now I can't wait for January

I woke up this morning at 5 and started doing what most guys do on the internet.
Yeah, I blog-hopped my way out of boredom. Heh, what else could I mean? So, since I'm already on, might as well, update a little.

I'm in crutches now, nothing serious, should be able to walk on my own feet in .... a couple of days to say the least. I was playing futsal on Wednesday with some friends. It was the first time I played after that horrible Sunday so I wanted to let loose a little. It was already close to 6pm, so I figured what the hell, just run my lungs out to the finish. We were losing badly anyways so I just had a Tevez moment. So as I chase them down, I finally nicked the ball and took it into the right corner. I pull the ball back and the defender comes in from the right with a standing tackle (X for pressure in Fifa10). He won the ball fairly but knock my left ankle outwards. It wasn't the tackle that injured me, more of the fall. I landed on the outside of my ankle and I screamed? Well, that's how Nick and Ariff described it. The initial pain hurt like a bitch. Could only move my toes, couldn't feel my ankle. In the end, knowing that they can't lift me up I got up on my own and hopped out of the court. GG

What's funny is that I walked to the carpark, albeit rather slowly. By the time I reached home, I couldn't walk on my left foot at all. Hopped to my room, up a flight of stairs and dunked my foot into a basin of iced water.

Checked with the orthopedist the following day and X-rays showed no bone damage. But he said I might have torn 2 of the 5 ligaments surrounding my left ankle. That's it, no sports for 1 month at least. My holidays are over from a footballing sense. :'(
I can walk with the Aircast and some help from really strong pain killers.
That's about it for now, I've to go to OU later for the SSP reunion and I've got lots of stuff to do this weekend.
No torn ligaments are gonna bring me down =)
Don't worry about me resting my ankle. (Not that anyone would. More of not thinking me an idiot) I'm on crutches.

Saturday, November 28

Hectic

Monday
Futsal

Wednesday
Futsal

Thursday
Handball
OU

Friday
Solat Raya
Football
Solat Jumaat

Saturday
Ninja Assassin
GA Training

Sunday
GA Friendly
Paintball
Futsal
Arsenal v Chelsea

Monday, November 23

What was....


That roar every time the ball hits the back of the net, it's like ecstasy. Well, for the team that scored that is. Still, the atmosphere there must be absolutely electrifying.

6:40 by the way, HAHAHAAHA! Epic.