The Masterplan

2009-08-26T00:35:00.016+08:00

Matchbox

She's stunning isn't she. Fuck me, I'm in love.

2009-05-06T05:13:00.004+08:00

Bright Lights

I wouldnt say it was a lark, I wouldnt say it was brilliant, nor was it adrenaline. Probably did just enough to put the game to the sword.

So if you really want to know, utd won 3-1 in the semis and I just got off the telly a few mins ago. I'm really really pleased though. But that boy fabregas is a fuckin' cheat, he made a mess out of his own and took the fall. Gotta feel sorry for fletch, its a drag for the lad.

Anyhow, I havent been here much, not I got lots to say, and not like you want to know much but thats just me being too clever sometimes innit?

I'm a little loosen for now, sort of unwinding. I'm on a 3 day blocked leave that ends today after passing out last week but I got called activated to back to camp a few times already due to the recent swineflu outbreak. Yes, fuckin drag I know, but what the heck. But I've been putting some thoughts into my plans after my ord. Its a pain up there really, but I rather sooner than later. Mom's given me the choice of abroad, don't know what to feel, part of me says I should, part of me says fuck it, and another tiny part of it is about to go up the wall. I got the whole year to really really consider, so i'm just gonna be at ease, for now.

Other than that, life so far hasn't been spectacular nor has it been dazzling. Its has been nothing short of boring, but I'm pretty much content I guess, pandora has been a charm, working beautifully, I still rip on my mates over the weekends, enough time at home so that's pretty sums up.

Okay, must be the lag of sleep, I'm really really out. So piss off.

2009-05-03T16:47:00.002+08:00

A Million Little Pieces

2009-04-12T01:30:00.005+08:00

Blank

So in fact , things have been ticking along swell the past week or so,

For example, utd won villa, you might think it was nearly a mess, well judging from the recent results, I don't give a shit.

Next, it most probably brings us to today.

Anyway, my life is probably too a drag to talk about, I've run out of ideas anyway.

I bought a new guitar today, couldnt help it, I fell in love with it the minute I saw it.

It cost though, but i'm really happy now

I'm calling her Pandora

2009-02-17T16:14:00.003+08:00

J'ecris ton nom sur mon coeur

My life has probably been too drag to blog about, not that you need to know anything more.

There have been lots of things to ponder about, especially what I'm going to do after army, and its still making me go up the wall, wank.

But I'm mighty glad the last few weeks had passed (:

But for now, I just want to get back to writing, i'm kinda losing it.

Till then.

2008-12-28T18:33:00.007+08:00

About a girl, and a one that kicks ass.

I happen to know this girl, bloody gorgeous if yer asked. Streaks of gold, with red and black, could be wrong, i'm partially colourblind, but what the heck. She's stands about 5 and a half foot and she kicks fuckin' ass.

She's flashy, she's cool and she could knock you off your socks, but she could be really cute, because i really dig those glasses of hers. She's sweet, she's humble and she could a mean photo. I've never seen her perform, but I bet she spins people's head, like rockstars always do.

But most importantly, she has bright brown eyes, that could light up an entire city. And when she smiles, her eyes move along, just like the clouds, where the world simply smiles back.

After all, I happen to be one persistent little asshole chasing a lost cause, but for the past 2 years or so, I've been really glad to be feeling this way all this while. For all the times I was with her, I felt as though I was standing on a dangerously narrow ledge. I dont think there was a time where we've been really comfortable and I worried I always didnt have something interesting to say and to amuse her.

But then again, I'm not denying she's really awesome. I've come to a point where people asked me what I see in her. I've friends telling me to just forget it because it was been a bloody waste of a time so far. Bloody waste of time if yer asked, i doubt. No matter what, without getting much results, moments I've been with her or just admiring her from a distance has been smashing in the last 2 years. I remember everything from the first time we went out till valentine's this year and if it really could, i wanna take her out on valentine's next year again.

So coming to the point of what i see in her, simply she makes me different and still does. By any chance, I want to be someone who can take things off her mind and talk to her about anything.

To me, love is something that can happen anytime and anywhere and its something that makes life a bit more special. Right now, I dont need a relationship, but what i want is her companionship and most of all, for her to feel the same way towards me and that is something that I don't know if it may happened.

I dont know my sudden reason for writing this but somehow I just did it. She probably does know everything already but the feelings just keeps coming back to me and its only here where I can just let everything out without any worry.

I just got off the phone a few minutes ago with my best friend and its just something we're sharing about and whatever it is, love should be simple and not complicated, and things should just happen spontaneously.

To whom this post may be concern to, you know who you are when you read this. I miss you, really. I'm not sure how long I may continue but after all, I am one stubborn idiot right :)

A few more days to new year and into 2009, I'm sure you will have a blast (:

2008-12-15T23:43:00.005+08:00

This post will save your life

How simple is the meaning of life? It may not has been as savage as how some predicted the world will come to an end or whatever. Its does not even come close and nobody is laughing about it either.

This read here " This book will save your life " is one about helping others, not being selfish and appreciate what you have and seeing what's around. There is no one in this book out to shit over another being or nobody who cares nothing about nobody else. Its not the kind of mushy feel good stories and its not chicken soup for anybody's soul but on the whole, it has been a really good read which has just triggered me into thinking of everything that happened in the pass 2 months.

And I'll be lying through my teeth if I said I didnt quote any of the above statements of the book from somewhere.

Anyway just 2 particular events worth mentioning,

First things first, my 20th birthday. I got some really swell presents, a few good wishes here and there, no cake, but I don't care but most importantly, great friends. Done.

Next, my graduation from Basic Military Training. That was a week ago and 2 months back since I enlisted so good fuckin' riddance to it.

But then, I'll be lying again if I said it had been a waste of my time.

The thing about army is that, you gain experience that can be used in the future working life, you learn how to fire a weapon, how to protect your love ones, and how a whole great deal of things that you will only learn in this 2 years of your time and out of all these, you feel a sense of belonging and pride serving the nation. But most importantly to me, you make great friendships out of them.

That is how simple life is, great friends. Friends who you can spend a few minutes to share a coffee with, friends who go through shit with you and also friends who have your back and you have theirs.

If there's one thing I learn in BMT which is also often emphasized, it is leave no man behind. For the pass two months, the people around me have help each other tremendously in getting through obstacles and motivating each other.

So whenever you're getting fucked by your sergeants in a half left down position, look to your left and right, watch their sweat trickle down their necks and so does yours, because whatever you're going through, they are also going through it and it makes you feel better that they are going through the same shit with you.

But on the whole, its not just your army friends but basically everyone you hold close to your heart.

The two months in BMT has taught me a lot and I am glad to say I left with happy memories, and two years down the road, Raven company will also have a special place in my heart.

To the boys of Raven Company Platoon 3 and to section 2, it has been smashing.

2008-11-15T21:42:00.003+08:00

I'm talking to Holden Caulfield

It didnt take me long to realise that 5 weeks had just pass. But just to let you guys know, I'm still in one piece, and kicking ass. I'm not going to write about anything that has been happening so far in company line yet, but so far everything's good and I dont want to bored you guys to death either, its a drag, i know.

So practically, the main aim for this post,

is just to bloody have something to show for in the month of November.

2008-10-04T04:22:00.008+08:00

For The Month of October, and the big one.

So you know everything. There’s nothing more for me to say. Most of you probably know stuff about me if you do read here. I don’t know whether some of you thought I might be making up stuff before, or whether I had lost if and going up the wall, it doesn’t matter. So there you are, end of story.

So you’re probably thinking, why doesn't this guy shut up if it was already the end of story. In fact, most of you might be thinking,

“Oh god please shut the fuck up, I know enough about you, you like the fucking beatles, you like manchester united, you play the guitar, you like british novels and you like his girl but never put her name up here before.”

I don’t blame you. In fact, most of my entries has something about myself, sometimes repetitive.

So I happened to be looking through all my posts. I had already written stuff about, how I love my friends, about The Beatles, about Manchester United, about books, about movies, about school and about things I do. So everything is probably the same about what you know about me.

And I’m still not shutting up.

In fact, there’s probably something I had not written before because its probably not my style and something I would not write about. But heck, on this Saturday morning at 245am, I might have a change of mind. I was thinking, if not for some of you clowns, life might be a drag (:

The Five People you Meet In 2008 ( in no order )

Siti. I know you would be reading this anyway, and you better do it with a smile. You have been a really really fantastic supervisor, colleague and friend during my stay at MGD. Its really glad to know that we’re still talking to each other even after I finished my 3 months there. It has been nice knowing you. All the best for the future.

Fishyaishy. You’re one heck of a girl. I think you’re mad and you like to come up with ridiculous ideas that only you yourself will laugh with. But then when I first saw you on the third of March during my first day as an intern. I never thought that you’re gonna be someone that I really enjoy talking nonsense with, getting irritated by, and hanging out with. Trust me, you’re one special girl, but mad.

Sneha. You’re a really good friend. Generous, caring warmhearted, smart and you are one that will stand by your friends. And you really like looking out for me so that I would not go back to the same route because “its not good for my health”. You’re really funny. It’s been really fun knowing you when you first came to the lab. I had a great time that day. Take care of yourself in Paris next year.

Sinduja Ramesh . Lets put it this way, in 19 years of my life, I have never met someone who cannot understand me when I speak, likes laughing for no reason even when I leave her alone, dont know there’s a merlion in Singapore, speaks perfect chinese, likes accusing me of things I didnt do, likes asking really funny questions but most of all, je suis content de t’avoir rencontre. For one girl, you’re really caring and sweet. I enjoy the nonsense we share with each other in the lab and the silly cap ou pas cap. To add on, the stuff that you do as well that makes me want to strangle you, such as putting up stuff on youtube. There probably other stuff which I could pen down but I better stop in case any one of you readers get jealous. I’m not denying this, you’re probably the best of this lot. Je te connais seulement pour sept mois, mais c'etait un plaisir (:

Number 5. So the last person, is someone whom I have not met. But for sure, this asshole is probably gonna make a man out of me. I’m gonna hate him I know, but when I think in the future, I might probably owe something to him. Let’s just say, its going to be someone from the army.

The Rest of You Blokes

Okay so imagine you’re walking in a shopping mall. You happen to walk pass subway, you see 2 blokes. Two boys around the age of twenty, sharing a cup of ice lemon tea and cookies. Your first thoughts are probably “ Omg, wankers.” , “Knn, eat cookies, damn gay”. I tell you too fuck off. Now this lad here, is the most rubbish person and most irritating person ever, but on top of it, he is my best friend and trust me there’s no other best friend like him.

He’s someone I could call , or call me at 3am in the middle of the night. Someone who could go t(’-’t) randomly on msn, someone who I can come out really really rubbish scenarios with and someone I know who can have my back and I have his as well.

He is my mate, my best friend, my whatever and I would ask nothing more than our friendship. It has already been 8 years and I just want to let you know, things have been really swell. We’re enlisting soon but fucking hell, you better don’t let me see you in camp because I’m gonna kick your ass if I do.

But amidst all the nonsense that we come up with, he is still the person I can talk to when I need to and I’m glad to know that he’s always there although we scold the shit out of each other most of the time. Its been a smashing 8 years, let this friendship keep flowing and fuck ben for the rest of our lives. The most important person in this entry. Ryan Choy Seng Joe, its been a pleasure.

So there’s probably a few more of you clowns that I’m thankful for, Benjamin, Yi En, Kuang Wei, Xin Zhan, Jing Wei, Eric and Phoebe who’ve also been with me for the last few years. Not to mention, lads from my poly, Terence, Yuqi, Arthur , Maryse and Rachel. I’m really glad for these friendships.

Okay there’s still one last extraordinary that I really want to write about. She’s not mine or anything but I just feel that this entry would not be complete if I dont write about her.

Caylynn Chen. About time your name is here. All the things that I want to tell you, I have probably already tell you myself. For a girl, you’re really awesome. I could really go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on about how smitten I am but it would probably be too heavy for you fellas reading but let’s just say she is the most stunning person in my heart, and probably still is.

ps : you look great just now (:

Okay I’m done, about almost two hours. The first time I’ve written an entry this way. The longest so far as well. But as usual, its mine to write and yours to fuckin read.

I’m enlisting this coming thursday and its going to be a new phase of my life, whether I like it a not. But thank you for the people who have been through all the shit with me. It will be a while till my next entry will be up so I hope you’ve enjoyed this one.

There are people who walk in and out of our lives. To those that are worth the trouble, we should do our best to keep and cherish them.

2008-09-30T03:25:00.005+08:00

For the month of September

It has been a smash.

I don't know what to write about, I've a slight clue though

So just wait for the big one (:

I bet you don't know what I'm saying.

Good night.

2008-08-29T01:29:00.004+08:00

A Long Way Down

So if you really want to hear about it, you probably want to know about the load that I'm gonna pen in the next few minutes. This is gonna be top secret, so I suggest you turn off the lights, come a little closer and keep whatever I'm going to write, all to yourself. However, if you just had a heavy night snack, I suggest you probably want to do something else other than messing up your stomach silly by reading completely utter bollocks.

In fact I say, things have been ticking along quite fine the last couple of weeks. Not particularly swell, but just fine.

For example, Man Utd got their first win, and at Fratton park, to make things sweeter.

Secondly, my sister got made the cut to perform in her elementary violin class.

Thirdly, I've been working at my dad's company for the pass few weeks. Tiring. But swell pay, so its all good.

Fourth, one of the china workers commented that my chinese was good.

Lastly, although I don't talk much to her, I still think of her a lot.

So maybe if you really want to hear about it again, you probably want to know me. But then, looking at what I've written so far, you probably guessed some.

Firstly, you would have guessed I like Nick Hornby's novels, because my style of writing is similar to him which make me a copycat which means I have no originality.

Then, you would have guess that I love Manchester United a lot and Porstmouth can go take the wank. Well done.

You would then think that I am so happy for my sister. It probably means that she's just going to spend more hours on the violin and into the wee hours of the morning. Great.

And what about Chinese as my favourite language. Nope. English is my best, but I speak more chinese so its really good to be complimented, unless you think I might be the sort where every china worker in the company takes me to one side and compliment on my language.

And besides, you dont have to be a genius to figure that "her" is a girl that means something to me.

So I worry that if you had not figure anything about me since the start of the entry, I hope I aint as complicated as a person you think I am.

So you see, I'm as a normal person as you are. I have a job, a passion, and there is girl to sweep my feet off.

So whats the deal, the top secret.

Okay let me explain. My dad has 2 older brothers, and an elder sister, which make him the youngest in his family.

So the oldest brother, who is my uncle, is married, no kids.

The second oldest, who is also my uncle, in case you didnt know. Swell bloke, but not married.

Now the elder sister, who is my auntie. A little crazy, not married as well.

So which leaves my dad, which explains why my sister and I are here.

So in any case you havent figured it out, I'm the remaining boy who carries the Tan family name.

Which means, I have a fuckin' fuckin' fuckin' huge burden on me, because I'm the only one left to continue my generation.

So in conclusion, I'm a rare species man.

So in any case, if something happens to me, its up to all my friends to bust their ass in cover for me. Its your job to make sure I live long enough to do what I have to do.

So in anyway, I expect you guys to jump in front of me to take a bullet. Its for your own good.

So if by any chance, I spit into your drink, or piss into your soup, or stole your candy when I was a kid or shot you in the arse during my past life or done anything to make you hate me,

You probably want me extinct.

I already see wanted signs of me hanging all over the world. Here's your chance to wipe me out.

As of now, there's probably a ninja climbing up my block of flats now.

I think I am classified under endangered species right now, and I refused to be taken to labs for scientific research.

So to summarise, I am a nice, normal boy with a big task ahead, hahahaha.

Its 3am now. I hope for those who had heed my advice and turn away, you probably at this sentence now. Haha, serve you right, waste your 5 mins.

You've come to the end of the post. Remember, this is highly confidential. So please keep it to yourself. You may switch on the lights again.

But anyway, what a post.

I'm having a laugh.

2008-07-31T02:37:00.005+08:00

Block

Dear fuckin' diary,

So probably at 3am in the middle of the night, and you hear loud bad jazz coming from below. You would probably want to knock the shite' out of someone. 5 mins later, you know you wouldnt want to hear the couple next door yelling. Most of all, you sure wouldnt want to hear a bunch of geezers causing a rackett downstairs.

You see, if you type the word "crazy" on google, you probably get the definition of it, mentally insane, or somewhere along that. But not in my diary, you'll get address of where I'm staying. Good riddance.

So, just an update, its not fun writing utter bollocks everytime, doesn't work that way.

Couple of things,

I'm still alive

I'm a little baffled right now

Ronaldo is a muppet

Singapore football team let a Manchester City player score, swell.

I'm enlisting in October

Okay then,

piss off.

Smudger wrote at 330am.

2008-07-06T03:02:00.008+08:00

The Best Damn Thing

I like walking,

So I walk most of the time instead of taking public transport.

I do not like rushing

So I do stuff at my own time, and at my own pace.

I adore The Beatles

So listening to them while walking is swell

I have a passion for languages

So I like learning and practicing words in my head

I like playing the electric guitar

So sometimes I air guitar.

My mate told me once I look like a wanker doing that

And here's something, I am somebody...,

Who likes missing trains.

I dont miss the train, but i miss-ed the train.

Its a habit, its inexplicable, especially when I am not in a hurry of course. I will sit and just wait until I made up my mind which train to board.

So I am someone, who likes listening to The Beatles while walking at my own sweet time and practicing words in my head and air-guitaring at the same time while walking and ...

likes missing trains when I'm not in a hurry.

If at this point of time, if you probably think the lot of these are bollocks and I'm a tosser, va te faire foutre. By the way if you don't understand french, all that was fuckin' funny.

But at this time of the night, I dont care if you're taking a piss, or having a leftover. Since you're here, do stay.

So you probably think that scanning your card and missing a couple of trains is for a madman.

Its okay then, you happen to have madman as your friend.

It so happens that I felt like missing a couple of trains while going to my friend's place yesterday

And it was the best damn thing that could happen all day.

You're probably going to think what could I get by just sitting down and waiting for the next few trains.

So I missed the first train.

See? It can't be done. What the fuck could have happened. You think, not from here.

So the second train went, and thats when I decided to board the third train to go meet my friends already.

And that was when it happened as well.

Because I saw her standing there.

I have been trying not to, and for the past month or so, I did not. But I remember how my heart beat like this a year ago and yesterday, it hadn't changed one single bit.

I'm not myself when she's around. I feel silly but I dont show. I feel awkward and ask stupid questions. I frantically make phone calls to my friends so that they can keep me company to pass the time, and again, that hadn't changed one single bit.

I only got into the fourth train. Not because I suddenly felt like missing the third train but because it was too crowded.

But, it was the best damn thing that could happened to me all day, even if the rest of the journey was quiet.

I'm not someone who can really express myself much. But its has been swell feeling like this all these while and whether what happens next, I shouldn't bother too much but its not going to be easy,

because it is still about a girl.

After I got out of the train and on my way to my friends place. I couldn't help but smile to myself for the rest of the evening.

So you see, I'm still the boy who likes listening to The Beatles while walking at my own sweet time and practicing words in my head and air-guitaring at the same time while walking and,

missing a couple of trains when I'm not in a hurry.

Most importantly, I still miss about a girl.

After all, probably

Tu es meilleure chose qui me sois arrivee

mais,

Maybe, let it be.

Alors Darren, Cap ou pas Cap

CAP!

2008-06-17T00:59:00.003+08:00

They keep falling, falling.

Its a drag sometimes, it takes the piss, and it beats me senseless.

But its funny somehow, that at one moment , you thought it was fuckin' brilliant, and then the next few minutes, it escapes you and leaves you dead in the wake.

Not too clever innit.

You see, I had forgotten what I had wanted to write, its become a block now.

And its driving me up the wall.

I thought it was brilliant, so now I have nothing to write about. Not too smart.

So right now, I have absolutely nothing to write about.

So I'm not writing anything.

Even if I remember what I was going to write, I'm not going to write anything.

So I'm not writing.

But then, I figured if I don't do something now, Germany Vs Austria might actually bore me to death.

World Number 5 against 67. Should be a lark for the Germans.

Apart from a cracker of a free kick, the match had been nothing short of drab.

So for the next 20mins or so, I'm finding something to do.

And its not writing.

I need to think. I might need guidance, maybe. I think I'm a good person.

I was in my room when my sister came roaring into my room. I wasn't even in the study room where she was in the first place. I was in my room.

So I was trying to retrace what happened in my head. It began with an msn conversation.

Me : Stop playing the violin, its 2am you crazy.

Her : Okay wait a while more.

Me : Okay fine.

So at this point of time. It probably can't be done. You're probaby thinking why she came roaring to me. It happened.

15 minutes later...

Me : You done? Damn noisy. People trying to sleep

Her : Then don't listen.

Like I could turn my bloody ears off.

Its late, 520am. Time to hit the sack. The match finished 1-0 to the Germans. They probably gonna go out the next round anyway.

I'm glad I did something to pass the time and the drab match, even if all these above seems utter bosh, bollocks and ludicrous.

And it certainly wasn't writing.

Okay, time for bed.

Oh, and did I mentioned how my sister came roaring into my room?

She didnt, I made that up. I was the one that went roaring into the study room to ask her to shut it, which she did, with a face, while flipping me off.

But I still love her, and she better fuckin' love me too.

So at this point of time, I'm still a little bit pissed about forgetting the little script I had in mind. It could be brilliant. But someone thought it was funny that I forget, and the raindrops keep falling.

But I'm still not going to write if I remember it though.

And i say,

Fuckin tres bien.

2008-05-26T01:03:00.005+08:00

Smudger

Top 5 Bands

1) The Beatles

2) Oasis

3) Iron Maiden

4) Matchbox Twenty

5) AC/DC

Top 5 Records

1) I saw her standing there - The Beatles

2) The Masterplan - Oasis

3) November Rain - Guns N' Roses

4) Paperback Writer - The Beatles

5) Linger - The Cranberries

Top 5 Films

1) Across the Universe

2) Grease

3) Gladiator

4) Jeux D'Enfants

5) High Fidelity

Top 5 Books

1) The Time Traveler's Wife

2) High Fidelity

3) The Catcher in the Rye

4) The Shadow of the Wind

5) A long Way down

So you can see, I'm a big fan of Nick Hornby, especially in the book and film section. Top 5, and some of you blokes can't even sneak into top 10. And not to mention, I love The Beatles.

So High Fidelity happens to be my top Hornby book. It explains everything. If you dont know what everything is, dont bother or even try. You most probably wouldnt get it. After all, this post was for me to understand alone so you blokes can go take the piss.

Nick Hornby,

How to be good,

More like,

How to be fuckin' marvellous.

2008-05-12T00:05:00.004+08:00

Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs running down the wing

I'm over the fuckin' moon

Manchester United champions 07/08

Here's the joke

Boro 8 Man City 1

HAHHAHAH

2008-04-13T03:44:00.009+08:00

Running With Scissors

So can I explain why at 3.50am , I'm at my kitchen table, drinking coffee, while the television in the living room is blaring, and the electric guitar in my room still unplugged with the feedback making such a racket. Doesnt seem too clever innit.

You see, its not that hard to explain if you're my mate. Unless you stumbled upon here, you would think I'm a slob, and I just wasted 1 min of your time as well because at 3.50am, you would think I'm a little ditzy for writing bollocks. But judging by your intuition, you got talent, because you work that one out rather well. So you see, its not that difficult to explain aye?

My name is Darren so, pleasure. If you really want to know, you dont need to know what my star sign is or what I'm doing on a Saturday night. But if you happened to know her name, i reckon you sneak into top ten of my top friends.

So you might probably want to know how I look. I'm not swish, but nobody said anything about being ugly either. I dont smoke, I dont wear a leather jacket, and I read so I probably wont be classified in your list of cool friends. I could wear the same shirt you saw me wore yesterday and wouldnt give seven shades about your opinion. I like to be known as a lancashire lad, maybe thats why my favourite colours are black and brown.

I take a bus to work everyday. If I miss the 7.10 schedule, the next bus comes at 7.35 so I dont have much of choice. Its an hour and 10mins ride so its a drag if I dont have a book with me. I would stand for the first half hour and sit for the remainder.

I meet phonies in the bus everyday. You have a bloke that keeps changing seat every stop and a beer guzzling geezer that almost takes out the whole back row. There is also a baby that cries at exactly 730am and shuts up at 738am and screams in delight at 745am because the bus will pass by the esplanade which appears quite amusing to her which I dont know why.The two men that seats in front of me loves talking about photography and how one takes his camera to the wetlands every weekend to capture pictures of birds to stick up his room. Big deal.

I remember one primary student telling her friend about her composition entitled " The secret sparrow". It was a kid that couldnt let anyone look at her sparrow because she bought it with her own money. It killed me.

I pray that it wasnt a tremd that you go mad after 35 years old.

They like to show weird programmes on mobile.tv in the bus everyday. I was watching guinness world record and there was a man that got a record for kicking and breaking the most number of baseball bats in a minute. What a dick. They give records out for all sorts of nonsense. So what if you have strong hands, it probably mean you can wank faster than us. But football shits over baseball anyway.

I work full time in a printer company as an intern. Its Hewett Packet (HP) printers so its supposed to be top shit, but I fail to see that. I'm not exactly your most elegant, hardworking or initiative employee, but I get the job done. So basically, I go all the way to Alexandra Terrace everyday to test their printers.

Office politics are a drag. There are well bigger phonies in the office. I was told that my job held great importance and even had a name for it called safety net validation. But I really dont fucking understand because when I finished testing the printers, they are taken to be scrapped, phonies, really. One thing which I like about his job thought is that the printers have to be tested in various languages so we have native speakers coming in frequently to do translations and it made me appreciate the beauty of languages.

So if by any chance I could speak at least three european languages. I would probably go study pasta in Italy and them write about football hooligans in Britain.

At the same time, I might probably lead a group of thugs to beat up every man city fan.

But if Liam Gallagher happened to be their firm gaffer, it would be a mess.

So I would die fighting and maybe meet George Harrison and John Lennon.

And that would be swell.

But who said anything about liking scousers.

So which brings me back to the point of explaining why I'm still at my kitchen with the television still blaring and the amplifier still making a racket. Simple, I'm a slob, and a big one.

Life's okay for now, nothing fancy and nothing too mundane either, at least before I go to the army.

Its been a while since I wrote and this is a long and meaningless entry and you wont even understand half the shit that its written here. Its a drag, but it is my choice to write and yours to read.

So I'm pretty much talking like Holden Caulfield now, but who cares.

I might even go to New York someday,

But for now,

I'm running with scissors.

2008-03-23T00:59:00.013+08:00

Something

2008-03-02T03:44:00.006+08:00

The Sweetest Smile

She started with a circle. She added two eyes and a nose before pausing for a moment, and then she drew the mouth. It was curved upwards. It was a sad smile.

...

It was hidden in the northwest corner behind the market. It only took about 25 steps from the fruit stall, thats if you run, like I did. Sometimes, it only took me 15 steps, because I would race Chris there and beat him. There was a small archway, with 5 steps leading down into a fairly large area. It was just an empty space. It had no benches, no slides or no swings. It did not even have a small table where we could roll our marbles. But there was a wall, right at the end. It wasnt just a rectangular wall, it had 6 squares extending out, 3 from each side. It was just a plain white wall, accompanied by the breeze and the aging trees behind the area. It was a rather queer sight, having a wall right in huge empty space. I thought it was rather unique.

Chris and James would call it the Tree Monster. They thought that the squares extending out bear resemblance to the branches of the trees behind. I thought they were being stupid. I insisted its name was Michelangelo, thats because I thought the extended squares were like the weapons he use. But I thought it was dumb to name a wall after a talking turtle so I decided that it looked like an Octopus because of the 6 squares, although Octopus has 8 tentacles. So I called it Octie. It seemed like a rather cool word to me at that time.

I was the fastest among all the kids that played there. I like running in my black sandals. It had a yellow strap with a button on it. It would make the most noise while I run, but I could catch anybody. It was a doodle. I like to think I was the king over there. It happened mostly on the weekends.

I would have a pen with me because I would scribble on Octie. I would write the number of kids I caught that day with the date on it. I would write down the names of my favourite footballers. I would also write down Manchester City and cross it followed by the word "die". Of course, there were other scribbles on the wall by other children, but I try to make my appear the most significant.

I remember I used to like watching people's expression. I find it strange how someone could giggle at one moment and then have tears flowing down the next instance. I did not know the meaning of tears of joy. I would also draw facial expressions on Octie. I drew it on the space of the 6 squares. There were only five expressions. There was a smile and a laugh. There was another with 2 stickmen playing football and celebrating a goal. There was also an angry face and a silly face. The silly face had 3 strands of hair with 2 large eyes and only 2 front teeth. The last square was empty.

So things start to change when I got my a football for my birthday at 13. I no longer found catching fun, it was retarded. Drawing stickmen seems quite meaningless. And killing ants and throwing slippers seems utter bollocks. 13 was also the time when I learned the other meaning of the word "Pussy". So yea, at that time already , Octie sounded a fuckin' pussy name for a wall to me.

And so it happens. I would go to school and make new friends and have a best friend. I would pick up the guitar. I would also meet the most amazing girl in 2006.

...

So I was walking home on a Wednesday afternoon. I was at Woodlands before that testing out guitars because I wanted to get a new axe. The weather was humid and I had no idea why I had my jacket on, the people around probably thought I was a madman.

It was at that point of time when I walked past fruit stall and the barber which was about 7 steps ahead. I continued walking when the familiar archway loomed ahead. Thats when I saw a girl. Her hair was just about at the back of the neck. It looked rather messy. But thats only all I could see.

So I walked closer. The wall looked pretty much like shite. The edges were peeling off and the scribbles were faded. It didnt looked too clever. Workers were going to tear down that wall soon to extend the market into that area. That girl had a crayon in her right hand.

She started with a circle. She added two eyes and a nose before pausing for a moment, and then she drew the mouth. It was curved upwards. It was a sad smile.

She drew it on the last square.

I was overwhelmed.

And then I realised that I have grown up and for that moment I just stood still and let memories collect. It was one of the fondest memories.

The 6 squares of Octie represent what we are during our childhood. Happy, silly , and filled with laughter. It represent the freedom that we have running around and letting our imagination run wild having thoughts we are kings of the world. There's also anger when we fight and dont get what we want. But last of all, that sad face, shows what is it when we grow up and leave our childhood behind, when the spirit and freedom in us disappear over the years.

I miss my childhood , really.

There's always a child inside each and everyone of us no matter where and when, because the heart reserves a special place for it.

That little girl completed the last square for me.

She turned around and smiled at me.

That looked on her face. Nervous, curious but at the same time, excited. Like a flower waiting to bloom and a child peeking from behind a wall with the giggles still contain.

It was the sweetest smile, ever.

2008-02-15T01:56:00.002+08:00

Hey Jude

I like to think that I was named after a genius footballer. But fuck me, I couldnt place the ball home from 10 yards out for my life.

So maybe I thought I was named after a great writer and a great script. Wait, you must be having a laugh. Cut me some slack. I am probably the most boring piece of slob you'll ever meet and if my life was based on a movie, critics would have been pinning me ass up the wall.

Perhaps a book then. Here's the deal. The difference between a book and me is that most books have great endings while mine is whatever happens while I'm making other plans. Reality leaves a lot to the imagination, as quoted by John Lennon.

What about a great blues guitarist.

.....

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Hmm...lets see. A song?

Ok song. Lots of song so what song. Which band. Okay my favourite, The Beatles. Ok so which song from The Beatles. Lots of them. Hey Jude?

Ok, so Hey Jude. I was 12 when I first heard this song. I was gobsmacked.

So what about it. Its her song written about a lad and with the line, saying that he was meant to go out and get her.

Hey, after all. I did had the most amazing girl with me on Valentine's day and i adore her.

So maybe, and maybe, I was named after Hey Jude and all I know is that, she's one that could light me up, as excited as a child, peeking from behind a wall.

Then again, I might be just plain Darren.

Fuck me, I'm in awe of myself. What a write.

Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

2008-01-22T16:16:00.000+08:00

Across The Universe

Apart from some of its weird musical scenes and maybe one or two loopholes and the rather abrupt ending I felt. Across The Universe is by far the best musical I've ever watched.

Main reason, the movie is inspired by songs of The Beatles which left me tapping my feet through the movie and all the way home. Yes, they were covers but Jim Sturgess and Co. might have just done everyone proud.

This picture had exceeded beyond my expectations. What amazes me most is the usage of the music of The Beatles to portray the tension between Jude and Lucy during the Vietnamese War and also Sadie and Jojo while they break up both muscially and romantically.

While the differences between these people escalate, it was probably the music of the band that left the entire cinema dumbstruck and in awe as it soared through the room into everyone's hearts. Indeed, there were many references to the Band within the entire film, but without having to be the storyline about The Beatles themselves. Each scene is different with spectacular and extravagant dancing which moves on to dark and weary tense moments. Indeed, a spectacle it was.

Hits like Strawberry Fields Forever, Something, While My Guitar Gently Weeps , All You Need Is Love, Hey Jude, etc. Where the music is able to bring you to a different universe and experience what the protaganist is feeling. There is really, nothing in this world than just sitting back and enjoying a musical like this and revelling in it.

Trust me, if you think that this movie has no grippling plot and how can a cliched romance storyline like this can be even midly interesting, you're wrong. The movie will capture your soul and a different place, at a different time and at a different scene. Lets put it this way, simply brilliant.

So if you're a fan of The Beatles, you're in luck, this show is for you, go get it once it is out in stores. My 2 cents, its worth a second watch.

This movie did a great job at showing the unrest at that time and why it was so important. And I realised one more thing as well, ...

The Beatles are Top Band. They're the fuckin' best band ever in the whole wide world. Such the influence was that I wouldnt know what modern music whould be without them.

Thats how swell this movie is.

Right,

So away from the movie for a while, I've finished my FYP in school. Everything's working, no broken or uncompleted parts, so its fair to give myself a pat on the back.

Other than that, my best friend turned 20 today. So happy birthday to him and hope he has a good one. But no denying that he's still the biggest piece of slob ever and I am glad to know that that's something that will not change.

Cheers.

2008-01-06T04:34:00.000+08:00

Guess God thinks I'm Abel

My Resolutions for 2008
1) I will learn the meaning of the word resolution

Well,

Fuck me,

1 week into 2008 already

2007 has been swell, at certain moments

But then again, big deal

As long as I keep the people around close to me, it has always been that swell

I have my family, Joe, Ben, Yi En and Phoebe to thank for, and the rest of you.

And besides that, I still have one more shinning star. And she is one I will look forward to.

I dont have to pen here to let them know how much they mean to me because they probably feel the same way I am to most of them.

I myself hope to do something really special later in the year too but you know what,

Friendship is probably the greatest gift that has continue flowing throughout and I take that with much appreciation.

So all you wankers out there expecting me to do a proper resolution and summary, you have come to the end of the post. Now fuck off

Happy 2008

2007-12-25T04:12:00.000+08:00

For Everyone

So tell me why I love Christmas

It has always been my favourite time of every year

Its about love

Its about giving a present to someone, and watching him/her opening it

And during the midst of watching them unwrapping,

With that enthralled look on their faces,

There is love.

And even if you have nothing to give, Christmas is not about presents anyway

Its about being there, and sharing the moments of joy with the people around you

For everyone,

Merry Christmas

2007-12-09T23:09:00.000+08:00

Dont believe the truth

Back

Those of you expecting me to pen about my birthday,

Forget it, I'm not doing it

But it was swell, and I received really swell presents as well

But then how does it feels to be 19 already,

I tell you, like fuck

Because when year ends and comes july,

I will be going to NS

$%@%^(@#&

2007-11-26T16:39:00.000+08:00

Help! I've lost my voice.

written by Darren Tan

So it was 9 in the morning when I first got up
When I realised that I lost my voice
I really couldnt make a sound and sounded like an idiot if i tried
Which made my sister rejoice

So I sat down and thought, where could it have gone to, where could it be
I still had it the night before

I checked my floor,
Crawl beneath the bed
Behind the curtains
but no traces of it anywhere

So I sat down and thought again,
Lets see, I was in the toilet before I went to bed
Ahah! That must be where I left it

I went into the toilet to look for it
And thought that I may have flush it away
So I ended up putting my head into the toilet bowl
And needed help pulling it out

So I sat down and thought again and tried to recall again
Wrecking my brain cells
Hmm, I was cooking before I went to the toilet
Yes, yes! I must have left it with the pots and pans

So I went to the kitchen to look for my voice
And I realised the salt, pepper and oil wasnt there

I then feared that I may have fry it, grilled it and steam it
And fed it to my family last night

No, no, no, no, no, noooooo

I searched and searched in deep frustration
Until my lungs were screaming in vain inside me
I was really really jaded
So I went back to my room

I was really frustrated, and tired and most of all, I couldnt remember where i left my voice

I thought and thought and thought

I may have left my voice while singing in the backyard two nights before.
It was a beautiful night
And maybe, it was perfect
Such that I left it there

I thought again,
and I may have left my voice with someone I could talk to

And lastly I thought again, which made me want to bang my head,
I may have left my voice in water

But whatever I could think of, I know that I will find it somehow

End

You'll probably read this anyhow, so thought I gave you a laugh, hope you find it back soon, it could probably be in your dustbin because you accidently threw it away,

Anyhow, get well soon :)

2007-11-19T09:55:00.000+08:00

Fuck Me

I'm a fuckin' dimwit, really

What an idiot

Bloody bosh, poppycock

Its really taking the piss out of me,

and driving me up the fuckin' wall

But tell you what,

I will take some mickey

I will

But still, cut me some slack

2007-11-15T08:49:00.000+08:00

Stardust

If I ever happen to become a fallen star

I'll be right in front of you

And I'll glow,

And shine so bright,

It will be brighter than a thousand splendid suns

I miss you :)

2007-10-31T03:00:00.000+08:00

Stories We Could Tell

So tell me why I love autumn.

How I like it where I stroll through the woods, where leaves starts to turn red and fall on me. How I want to be dancing with the falling petals along with the wind as it falls down graciously to the ground. The smell of burning leaves where people make their bonfire, the crunchy sounds the leaves make when you walk over them and the smell of roast chicken went you get home. And how I just want to sit down by a log in the woods, watching the forest change its colour and lying on a pile of leaves, accompanied by the gentle breeze.

So tell me why I love Old Trafford.

The sheer joy, fist in the air, scarf around your neck, reveling in the moment at the Stretford End while witnessing my team score a spectacular, astounding victory over our rivals and finishing the season with aplomb. Tell me how I liked it when I run down the famous red brick terrace walls of the stadium and taking the mickey out of the opposing fans before giving them the stick.

So tell me why I love The Beatles

Tell me how they make me want to Twist and Shout and hold your hand and dance all night long. How I want to take a walk down Abbey Road and watch a Hard Day's Night. How I want to take black and white shots and how I want to lie back in my bed every night listening to The Long and Winding Road and trying very hard not to tear.

So tell me why I want to wake up in an apartment in the Big Apple or in the Lancashire, to the typewriter every morning with my loved one beside me.

Tell me how I want to write about stories I could tell, and share it with the world. How I want to travel around, before settling down by the mountains in New Zealand, gazing at stars and chewing on hay from the fields as the stars flicker in the night sky.

So tell me why I love my friends.

The ideas we come up with to get stuff done and the lengths we would go to just to make each other smile. How I know they will have my back for the rest of my life and I'll have theirs too.

And lastly, tell me how l I love it when you talk and smile at me

Its just a small gesture, like a leave in the woods, that falls gently to the ground when the wind blows and the tree shakes. But I love it because it means a whole lot to me, and coming from you, makes it really special.

So tell me how I want to experience each and every one of those moments mentioned above in my life.
How I want to experience the magical and mysterious moments of autumn. The coldness, the falling leaves, the dark afternoons and the stroll through the forest. How I want to sit down by a log with my best friend, or that someone else.
How I want to walk down the streets of Manchester with a smug on my face that makes you want to hit me.
How I want to dance with you all night long at the sound of The Beatles
And tell me why you should write down all the moments you wish to experience

Because perhaps when you are old, and sitting beside the fireplace, with your mates or your grandchildren, it makes you want to tell.

And,

These are some of the stories we could tell.

2007-10-22T16:17:00.000+08:00

Paperback Writer

Talk about a fuckin' bad day

Its days like this, when I just want to go to the banks and scream my head off.

And giving the stick to people who intend to take the piss, fuckin' wankers.

So it all started when I ...

Woke up at the sound of the clock
Tired like dog
Weather like cock
Left house without putting on the lock
Whole area in a fog
Got splash by the car at the sidewalk
Came to school with a total mind block
Hear supervisor talk
As the clock goes tick tock
Cant get my fuckin project website to load up
Went for lunch at the boardwalk
Had fried rice from the mini-wok
So fuckin salty, taste like frog
Went out for a walk, hurl at the birds with a rock
Got attacked by the flock
Lock, Stock the fuckin' lot
What a fuckin' good day , not
And this is just bloody bollocks

Chee bye

Fuckin' tosh

Okay i made up the last few lines, but it was just to describe the situation

What a day so far, and its not even 6pm

Its just one of those days, where everything's not right

Well well, fuck me

And other issues in the last couple of days had already been bothering me much

Think you had a bad day, come again, i beg to fuckin differ

Unless you're telling me your blind date turns out to be your ex-girlfriend/boyfriend, or the moths in your wallet had starved to death, or your guitar string snapped against your testicles, or you realised your backside got a mole with hair growing out of it and you realised that national service starts tomorrow,

then you win.

If not

Talk about a fuckin' bad day

22 0ctober 2007

2007-10-13T02:18:00.000+08:00

High Fidelity

So I decided to walk.

I was going home from dinner. Friend's birthday.

The rest of them were going to watch Resident Evil later. I figured I didnt want to see the zombies, I had enough of them last week. Shaun of The Dead had me a laugh.

So it was quite dark and I was walking throught the carpark. I was listening to Iron Maiden's Fear Of The Dark and The Number of the Beast at that time and let me tell you, its fuckin' scary shit when you're alone.

So I kept my mp3 and continued walking all the way to Geylang before I took a cab home.

I wasnt in a good mood, perhaps certain events had got me thinking

I thought I needed that time alone anyway

I was sort of re-reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity through my mind, because I roughly know how the story went. Swell story, funny as hell.

And thats when I starting thinking of her, and when High Fidelity came into my mind.

So she may not probably be in the chronological order in the top 5 or maybe 3, and she might be nothing compared to Laura in the book. Okay wait, she might be, and also the one that hurts the most.

So I totally know how John Cusack felt when Laura was being an arsehole.

But then right now, she could probably make my heart beat fast and slow and I cant control it.

And come to think of it, I had particularly nothing to start off with her and I dont know how to say it anymore.

But the truth is,

I fuckin' miss you. I really do.

Good night :)

2007-10-07T00:11:00.000+08:00

The Kite Runner

I saw the trailer on the apple website today.

I read the book earlier this year.

Really amazing story. Reaches out into the heart.

The story's about the friendship between two Afghan boys. But its about the loyalty of one of them that will really make your heart soar. Its a really beautiful novel.

You should all just go to your local bookstores and pick it off the shelves if you have time and money.

The movie is coming out next year Jan. Cant Wait. And they had better direct this good. I dont wanna see them wank this.

"For you a thousand times over"

2007-09-28T02:41:00.000+08:00

A Tale of a Penguin And Two Pigs

There are many different ways of celebrating a goal from a spectator's point of view. Fist in the air, jumping up and down, shouting out loud with joy and satisfication or simply just a simple high five with your buddy.

The craziest I've done, taking out my Man Utd jersey and running around the house with it.

But this has simply got to be the most ridiculous, hilarious and weirdest celebration I had ever witnessed,

Taking a penguin soft toy and throwing it at the floor repeatedly and making stupid imitating sounds......,

When its just a fuckin' game of Winning Eleven. So it tells you a lot about this bloke.

Which brings me to the topic about my stayover at my mate's place on Wednesday.

So we crashed the xbox the whole night winning back to back titles in quick succession, playing the game of our lives in a 5-5 thriller with Real Madrid while blaming the console.

Then taking a walk in the streets of Geylang at 330am going to buy prata, going back to see Man Utd lose to Conventry 0-2 before the 3 of use decided to retire for the night.

So it was all good.

But it wasnt that simple,

Because I got to see the other side of my friends and the stupid things that they will do which make them look like total idiots, and I'm glad I'm one of them.

I have friends that,

Is so desperate to go to 7-11 on Wednesday to buy a buy 1 get 1 free slurpee,

wants to burn down far east organisation because he didnt get the job there,

that celebrate a virtual goal by throwing stuff animals on the floor before imitating one another,

taking two stuffed pigs and pressing it against both sides of his cheeks,

throw soft toys at each other in the dark while trying to sleep,

calling me at 4 in the morning just to tell me that they love and miss me,

that do the dumbest thing that you could ever think of,

and I even got to hear them sleeptalk.

Lastly, they are the same friends who have my back everytime, and I have theirs as well.

I love my friends, i fuckin' do.

And these are some of the fondest memories I will take with me when I grow up even if its having to remember the sight of my best friend taking two stuffed pigs and pressing it against his face.

But that's besides the point about what me and my friends did because I doubt any of you readers will find the above paragraphs mirthful or funny.

But I'm sure that at least while you are reading this, it at least brought a smile to your face and makes you want to tell your close friends that you love them.

When we grow up, there are many people that we encounter in our lives. There are some that we feel are worth keeping close to, and we should do our best to keep them close to our hearts.

After all, we dont want tol look back and regret not keeping close the ones that we really cherish.

2007-09-16T04:50:00.000+08:00

My Box

So its five in the fuckin' morning

Just came back from a walk about an hour ago

Just around my area, I didnt dare go far. Well, its really dark and quiet, so get off my back.

Just thought that I needed that walk, been thinking about lots of stuff .Wont type them here, not that important issues though, just thought I get them out of my mind. Fuckin' drag, it really is.

I sleep at very strange timings anyway

So I'm here in this place now. Nothing fancy or flashy. But its an important place to me.

Its a place where I do most of my work
Its a place where a book and a cup of coffee makes it a whole
Its a place where I can confess to a girl, tell her how much I miss her
Its a place where I share my secrets with
Its a place where my imagination runs wild
And most importantly, its a place where i retire for the night, I feel the safety and comfort in it.

So where's this paradise city that I speak off. Of course its my goddamn room.

My room is nothing like Old Trafford or Abbey Road. Its better and why so important is it. Its is because I learned from it. It teaches me stuff.

Take my guitar for example. I will be trying to play something in the kitchen or the living room. I will play bollocks. But when I go back into my room and shut the door. I know its only me and my room, where I can sit down, think and play.

My room teaches me how to be patient.
It teaches me how to pick myself up
It teaches me whats right to say and whats not.
And when I come back into my room every night. I will reflect on the best moments of the day and revel in it.

You could say its all happening in the bloody mind. But its in this place where it brings peace into my mind for me to ponder. So go figure.

Still cant? You're a wank.

I like to think that my room comes alive at night. It help maintains that youth inside me and also to take me into another world that it is experiencing.

Its like reading a book, just that I'm in the fuckin' story this time.

So I wouldnt be surprised if I see Liam Gallagher actually popping out of my poster and giving me the piss

Or my blanket coming to life, with a stare that pounds my brain.
I push it, i stretch it, its not enough.
And it covers me from the moment I live to the moment I lay dying.

And it gives me the shudders thinkin' of it.

Alright, my room is calling for me to go to bed.

So if any of you blokes happen to stay up early enough to read this. Good morning and thank you for wasting 5mins of your time to read.

But just think that when you are anywhere else in this world next time. And you really yearn for some place with peace, comfort and joy. Its your room that brings all these. In another word, home.

Good day

2007-09-05T03:49:00.000+08:00

The Masterplan

Read my VisualDNA™ Get your own VisualDNA™

Found this on Yi En's journal.
Pretty cool stuff.

2007-09-04T16:01:00.000+08:00

Imagine

The Long and Winding Road

2007-08-31T10:13:00.000+08:00

You're my Wonderwall

Aye, stop the fuckin' din now alright
You're givin me a trip early this morning
Alright hush now
I want you to look closer, I dont want anyone else to read this
Press your nose against this screen, come on, come on
Okay, I am going to tell you a secret
But promise me, you will keep it to yourself
Its just between you and me
Okay promise?
So read closely now, dont blink and shut up please

Because there is this streaks of red and gold
And she is,
Queen of my heart :)
I hope

Good day

2007-08-29T01:55:00.000+08:00

Antonio Puerta

How long do they have? Live well, exercise well, listen to the gaffer. I would say at least 15 years or more before they retire.

Party everyday. Drugs. Booze. 15 years? You're having a laugh.

What about that one tackle away from flipping burgers? If they're lucky, at least 7.

Now what about, that one tackle that ends their life. Its possible, boot to the head. Gone.

Thats football for you sometimes. As beautiful the game may be, it has an ugly side to it.

Football players have generally short careers, most retire at the age of 33.

Most players have decorated careers, played in prestigious competitions, grace the pitch with poise, dictate the play of football with the world at their feet.

Some enjoy luxurious life. Money. Cars. Get laid. Fuck around with the gaffer. Give bollock reasons for being late in training. Wankers.

Some, simply have the gift of playing football. Born legends. And they harbour the hope of playing the best football in their careers.

And some, had worked their butt off from the youth academy to be promoted to the senior squad, to play first team football, and its something you cannot take away from them. Pride. And heart.

Sevilla's midfielder Antonio Puerta, one of Spain's most promising prospect, died on Tuesday three days after collapsing during a Primera Liga match.

And the player was due to become a father for the first time in around a month and a half.

Just like that.

I am absolutely gutted. A player with a bright career in front of him.

I dont follow the Spanish Primera Liga very much but this is rather shocking. And i feel really sad for what happened.

Oh well, all the best to his family and close ones.

And to Spain as well.

It's not everyday that shit like this happens. But when it does. We think about life and how fragile it is and how people just go out of the blue. As, cliched as it may sounds, we only live once. So fuckin' treasure it.

Live well.

Live forever.

2007-08-20T18:19:00.000+08:00

Keep the Red Flag Flying High

Darren Tan

Toa Payoh Lorong 5

20th August 2007

To : Old Trafford Board Of Directors

Subject : Please Dont Kill me

Dear Sir Alex or whichever wanker that sees this ( If you Glazers are reading this, you fuckin' piss off)

About 8 days ago, I was anticipating the start of the new season. Man Utd was playing reading at 10pm.

About 2 hours later, I've pulled the stuffing out of all my pillows and swore that I would have stuff it up in whosever's arse who was intending to take the piss.

About 4 days later, I had banged myself silly on the wall and chewed up all of my finger and toenails.

And just about yesterday, I had probably pulled every strand of hair off my body and I would count all of them if I go mad.

And I really hope that 6 days from today, I would not be ripping my penis open, taking my balls and banging them against each other and then chewing them before I go sell my backside.

Yes I am a wreck and I looked a fuckin' wreck

My purpose of this letter is to persuade and hope that you will start winning matches because your inability to do so had caused a nice and young boy in Singapore to go mad because of what a passionate fan he is.

I really regret to inform you that the recent 3 matches can caused me great pain and misery and I hope that you will take matters into consideration and that 7 points lost given the calibre of the players and reputation of the club is grave.

So starting from the next match, which is against Tottenham Shitspurs, you know what to do.

Or else,

Your life will be in grave danger.

I would'ave probably killed myself, but I'll be coming

If you do receive a parcel with my ripped penis inside, you are a dead man. You better run while you can, take your family with you.

Thank you.

Yours Faithfully

Darren Tan

2007-08-12T02:13:00.000+08:00

Matchday Madness

Okay. Weekends.

And you know what that means.

GUESS WHO' BACK

THE FUCKIN' ENGLISH PREMIER LEAGUE IS BACK

COME GET SOME. COME GET SOME.

I'm crazy? Ahh, fuck off.

2007-08-05T13:20:00.000+08:00

Everything

So I woke up today on a Sunday morning

Had breakfast, nothing heavy. Bread, eggs and milk.

Then I flipped through the newspapers, I dont really read them, which is what I always do. I stopped at the television programme listing page. I read the sports programme guide. ESPN.

9.55pm Charity Shield
Manchester United VS Chelsea FC

Fuck me

And I realised we're in fucking August already, because the league starts every early August.

I'm not saying its a bad thing. Its good, the new season is back. Football. I'm overjoyed, elated. So its all good.

But what bothers me is that time flies, like a fuckin chee bye.

I remember just yesterday I was browsing through Man Utd's yesterdays and the league ends in early May. So 3 months have gone by, and I dont even feel it has been that long.

Time seriously leaves you dead in the wake, its cliched, but so true.

Ah well, but it may not be such a bad thing after all, its helps me get by my poly semester faster, projects have been a pain in the fuckin' ass, bollocks modules and full of muppets.

So its all ironical thoughts

Its a good day so far, good weather. My area is especially quiet here on a Sunday morning, and I like it, cept' that once in a while you could hear some geezer from below playing bollocks on the piano or televions blarring. Its true, these people turn their volumes real loud. They are mad.

So I think I'll be staying home today, I dont feel like going out.

I will probably read Harry Potter or I will study for my test next week if I'm crazy, but i doubt its the latter.

And then I will meet my friend for dinner and he will come over to watch the match.

Fuckin football, new season is back, accentuates my love for the game, heh heh.

New players, big guns. Smashing. Cant wait.

But they sold Alan Smith. I'm gutted. He's one lad that will put in 100% effort when he plays. I love that bloke, swell guy. All the best though

Alright, I will stop here for now. So take care all.

The fuckin' EPL is back

What a wanker.

2007-07-28T02:31:00.000+08:00

Weekends. So cut me some slack.

Projects 'ave been takin the piss. Well, we all do them last min.

Which nutter will complete them early anyway.

I am currently reading The Time Traveler's Wife. Its a swell story. About two blokes. Lovers. The man has this genetic disorder which will make him time travel back to his past and future and its something he cannot control. So its really tough for the relationship and for the couple to lead a normal life.

Its like a modern fairytale.

Its very morose as well

And its fuckin brilliant that the author is able to keep track of all the time travels and pen them down such that everything falls into place nicely.

I heard they're producing a movie on this so those muppets better not wank this

Alright, my sister have to reach city hall at 6.30am for some school CIP project.

I'll probably stay up then walk her to the station later and get me some breakfast.

For now, i'll probably just go into my room and share a fag with Liam Gallagher.

That wanker has been staring at me from the top of my room since I came home.

Good Night

2007-07-19T01:22:00.000+08:00

Morning blokes

Okay quick one

I'm really jaded, fuckin' jaded

Projects are takin' the piss

Alright, last week Friday, bandzout

We came in second, good experience, had fun, so it was all good

And thank you for those who came down to support, much appreciated.

Right, thats all for now, I'm going to read for a while before turning in

Write soon

2007-07-11T23:15:00.000+08:00

Evening blokes

I am as tired as fuck

Alright, important stuff first. Friday

I will be performing for bandzout at my school at 530pm with a band I just formed about a month back. Really nice lads. They are swell people. Its been a pleasure.

So I'm quite nervous, its a first time. But pretty exciting. So wish me all the best to put on a good show.

And for Yi En who is coming down to support, thanks mate, you are top man.

And for Rachel for getting us the third amp and other stuff, thank you as well, you are a diamond.

Alright, get the hell out of here now.

2007-06-29T00:27:00.000+08:00

The Frame

I have a friend. His name is Low Yi En and he’s a very close buddy of mine. He turns 19 today.

I remember about 6 years ago, we were still in short pants.

I remember seeing this lad around school. Bespectacled, spiked hair, everyone had spiked hair at that time, his was combed towards the left.

You could stare into his eyes and he had no fear of looking straight back into yours, and he had this laid back attitude about him. He was like a rockstar, but at that time, he probably can’t play shit yet.

A year later, he became my classmate. We were wearing long pants then. We started off as acquaintances. But somehow along the way, we became really close.

And I remember every single detail of it. And it was really swell knowing him.

He was the one that changed my perspective of music.

I remember how we went to gigs. The times where we sat for long hours, gallivanting, making fun of strangers, I miss.

I remember how we used to take the piss out of each other when our favourite football team lost.

I remember how he stayed over at my place. The ludicrous stuff we did together, and new nonsensical words and ideas that we came up with. We were like bloody muppets, we were wankers. He slept on my bed, while I took the mat. He made funny faces at me and I showed him the finger. When we woke up, the first thing we said to each other was,

“ Fuck you la”

And then I remember when we got our first electric guitars.

I remember once when he saw me playing the guitar. I looked into his eyes, and I knew he wanted it. He craved for it.

So I taught him. He was a fast learner, not because I was a good teacher, I play bollocks.

We went jamming and within a month or so, we were performing for Teacher’s day. Right now thinking of it, I believed we looked as stupid as hell up there at that time. But that was how it all started.

We would talk about rock legends for hours, and wished we would be up there someday.

Right now as I am typing this, he is set to perform at the Indoor Stadium for Singapore Youth Festival later tonight. I can imagine him holding his guitar, and he looked really swish.
He is a natural performer, so it will be a doodle for him.
And it’s a fucking drag I won’t be able to be there to support him. But I know he will be turning people’s heads there.

But anyway, Happy 19th Birthday Low Yi En. Keep rocking buddy. Its been a pleasure mate.

The thought of becoming a year older gives us the shudders. Next year I’m going to be 20, and how long more before I have to start worrying about earning my own money, getting married, kids, cars. Alright maybe that’s a bit too far ahead for now. But I feel we all should enjoy our youth now while we can.

Hitherto, I still cannot visualize what I am going to do 5 years down the road. People tell me I better get started, but I am not going to be bothered by those circumstances by now. I just want to get my diploma and then carry on one step at a time and perhaps if you asked me the same question about 3 years later, I will give you a different answer, and that is with much conviction, confidence and satisfaction.

Some blokes have been asking me the same question the past few days. They feel they are growing up really fast and life is repetitive everyday, school, work , eat , sleep and the whole motherfuckin’ process repeats itself till you breathe your last.

For me, it’s the same thought, but I think differently. Schools a bitch, but the campus life is there for me to enjoy.

I have my friends in school whom I take the piss out of everyday and we do the craziest shit together.

I have friends in school where we do our projects through the late nights and through all these , friendship bonds become stronger and this is something that I will hold close to my heart when I graduate, not just the fuckin’ diploma but the campus life and the friends you make there, those are the fondest memories and its something that nobody can take away from you.

Besides, I still have my interest. I love taking photos, although I sucked at it. I love reading and writing. I love football and I love hanging out with my mates and I love my music and guitar. And these are the brilliant stuff that makes me enjoy life.

Life for me now is indeed repetitive but it depends on how you look at it. I go home from school everyday.

I would spend hours reading, and I would enjoy them.

I would rip my hair apart in trying to write a paragraph and I would be satisfied with the end result.

I would spend hours editing a photo and I would bloody hell get frustrated, but I would still love it.

I would spend hours figuring how to play a goddamn song and I would love every minute of it.

Most importantly, I would hang out with my mates over the weekends and I would not trade a single minute of it for anything else in the world.

Maybe 10 years from now, I would be a really busy man. But I know that no matter how busy I am, I will still have time for my family and doing the things I love. I know that I will continue to play the guitar and be the biggest bastard of a Manchester United fan and my friends will remember me for that wanker I am.

Life will eventually become like a jar where it’s filled up entirely. Where you become so busy where time passes so fast it leaves you dead in the wake.

But somehow, there are still little holes in it. You pour a glass of water into the jar and they will seep through the gaps.

No matter how busy I am, there will always be little spaces like these gaps, times where I can call my best friend out for a cup of coffee.

I have two of the bestest buddy in the world right now and they are Seng Joe and Yi En. We do the dumbest shit and I am sure we will win an award if our lives were made into a movie. And they will be my best mates for life.

Very glaringly, there are limitations. We have to comprehend the importance of studying hard to attain whatever we want and I am not denying that fact. But right now, I feel that we should all enjoy the things we love doing the most and not be bothered too much by the circumstances, that is for now.

Right now, there are more important things to me now then scoring good grades. They are trivial matters to me for now but I am not saying we should not work hard as well.

But I am saying that we should look at our lives a different way instead of studying really hard now for a good future but to enjoy what we love doing the most.

Some of us wants to travel. So go ahead, why wait till you are fuckin’ retired with loads of cash?

By then, you will probably be 55 years old complaining about aches all over the body and your private system would have probably fail you and you need help in trying to piss and aim properly. Most importantly, you might not have the same spirit you have while you were younger.

After all, we don’t want to look back on our lives and regret not doing the things we love and yearn for the most while we can.

2007-06-22T19:25:00.000+08:00

Its taken the stupid thread moderator a long bloody 5 days

But its out though, my entry got published on the Manchester United website

I wasnt the winner, I got second

I'm satisfied, but somehow I'm feeling a little irritated deep down inside

And the editorial staff wanked my entry, I dont like it, i hate it. I thought my original was better. I wrote it with lots of heart so I am really disappointed to see my entry being edited to make it look as stupid as hell.

But oh well

Anyway, go check it out. Comments are appreciated. Thanks.

http://www.manutd.com/default.sps?pagegid=%7B83A644F4%2D1A7E%2D48B9%2DAF95%2D4605613A9A18%7D&newsid=438098

2007-06-15T18:12:00.000+08:00

My Stomach Got Rat

Hello you blokes. You must be wondering what the hell does the title above means. What on earth is a fuckin' rat doing in my stomach, how the hell did it get in there? It couldnt possibly had squeezed through my anus and had fun running through my intestines innit? And I am certain it isnt hunting for cheese either.

Of course there's no bloody rat in my bloody stomach, it's just a term me and my mate made up to explain that our stomachs had an off day.

If you find the above paragraphs a waste of your time, then I suggest you dont continue reading because I dont want you looking back at the end of the post asking yourself why the fuck had I wasted a few minutes reading this bullshit, unless you are feeling really lame, bored or you wish to find some humour in this to give me the stick, then i suggest you continue.

It started on a Wednesday morning when I woke up with his uncomfortable feeling inside my stomach. It felt empty yet it was churning. But it wasnt really bad at first, so I spent the rest of the day without giving a goddamn feeling to my stomach.

And I woke up on a thursday morning and this time my stomach was as pain as hell. It was agonizing and excruciating and I went to the toilet and threw up, erm about 6 times? So I told myself, it had to be food poisoning, I had eaten lots of junk food lately.

1)Steamboat dinner with friends
2)Sister's birthday brownie
3)Dumpling which my Dad brought back from China

BINGO!

It had to be the fucking dumpling, no one else ate it except me. So it was a pretty straightforward thought.

I took some medicine and went to meet my friends.

But I was feeling really really sick so I had to leave halfway.

And while I was at Yio Chu Kang station, I threw up all over the goddamn staircase. Yes that was me, so yesterday if anyone of you had seen a boy sitting on the steps spewing out all his goddam guts, I really wont blame you if you hadnt come talked to me, in fact I appreciate it.

Thank god for Koh Bin and Teck Hau, I bumped into them while walking to the station. They brought me to the toilet to wash myself up. And did I mention in the midst of all these, some cheeky bastard had the cheek to steal my wallet. That sneaky little wanker.

Well, maybe its partly my fault for not looking after it properly. But not when you are half alive, half dead and spewing your guts out all over the floor makes that an exception.

But my two friends send me home in a cab so I am really thankful for both of them.

So I spent the rest of the Thursday and up to now lying in bed talking to myself like a madman thinking of the fucking rat in the dumpling. I cant eat, drink or sit up properly.

And you know whats the best part. It's my urine. IT'S FUCKING HOT. I mean really hot. Of course not to the extend that it might boil an egg or cook maggie noodles but its so hot that everytime I release, I felt that it was fucking going to burn and blow my penis into pieces. It became more like a conspicuous attempt in trying to castrate myself. So you could imagine my face everytime I had to visit the toilet.

It's swell mate, really swell. And I had received some swell comments about it as well.

So I spent almost half of this friday doing nothing. Woke up at 10, visit the doctor who just talked bullshit and gave me my prescription which knocked the hell out of me. Woke up at 3, read till 6, and now I am here posting which is a really bitch to read.

I hope my stomach recovers soon enough, I still have to settle for the big hole in my sky rocket and I have lots of plans next week . Nothing strenuous though, but I wouldnt want to miss them either.

Hitherto, I am still thinking of the fucking dumpling.

I swear I am not going to touch one for a long long time.

I nearly died because of one

And if I probably known

I reckon a rat would be much nicer to eat.

2007-06-12T00:16:00.000+08:00

About a Girl

By Darren Tan

There was once a girl
Her name was Hazel Tan
She aint flashy, but she aint a disgrace
And she had a smile, that could light up a face

She had short and thick black hair
Which looked like a mushroom but she couldnt care
But boy would you look at those eyes
They remind me of the mellow skies

She likes to think she is a rockstar
By shaking her hair mad while strumming my guitar
But she cant even play a single chord
As she complains her fingers were like on a chopping board

I remember when we were young
We used to quarrel now and then
I would snatch her sweets
And throw my greens into her soup
I would shoot her with rubber bands
While mom would smack me with her hands
And in Hazel's eyes you could see some glint
As she rubs her hands with glee

But most importantly, she is there when I need her
When I feel the whole world is leaning on me
But the best part is not knowing she will be there for me
Is knowing that I will be there for her

So this is my sister
Who aint flashy and aint a disgrace
But I love her for who she is
For this is a story
About a Girl

Happy 16th Birthday Hazel Tan Hui Min

To my dear little skin and blister

2007-06-06T00:17:00.000+08:00

The Catcher In the Rye

Catcher In the Rye by J.D Salinger is probably the most challenging book I read so far. Protagonist and narrator of the story, Holden Caulfield talks about his expulsion from a school call Prency Prep and his life in the Big Apple for a day. During the midst of all these, he let known his feelings towards people he deemed as snotty bastards, phonies and other slobs who are out there to wreck innocent little children's minds. He tries to protect himself from the pain and disappointment of the adult world and is so cynical at the people around him that he is unaware that he shoots it right back at himself.

"If a body meet a body, comin' through the rye,"

"What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff— I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all."

Quote of the book. Utter brillance. Sums up the whole story.

Holden sees himself as a martyr and protector of innocent children and doesnt want them to fall into the phonies of the adultworld tantamount to falling over the cliff. Should that happens, Holden will be there to protect them and save them from the phonies and slobs of the adult world making him The Catcher In The Rye, his desire, his dream job.

Besides some of the finest writing in Literature, the book isnt really pleasing to read at times either. It doesnt has a plot, and you can feel the angst and alienation from the adult world like how Holden feels.

I have to re-read paragraphs just to really get the gist of the theme and each time just strikes a deeper chord. Perhaps it will be blessed if sometimes there is a "Catcher In the Rye" among us, to catch us before we fall and become phonies in the adult world. We want to stay at this age, we dont want to grow up, we dont want responsibilities and we want to preserve our innocent children minds. We dont want to be able to differentiate between good and evil people. We wanna be running around in the rye fields like kids, not worrying about a single goddamn thing.

And its really swell if you think of it sometimes

On the contrary, rhetorically and on the funny side, we are all phonies already if it relates to the definition of phonies to Holden. You step onto buses and you see stuff like that on the back seats,

"FUCK YOU"

"Joe is a chee bye"

"Yi En is a lan jiao"

or maybe

"For hot sex, please call xxxxxxxxxxx"

And imagine if your 7 year old sister comes home from school and asks you what is a chee bye.

Ludicrous. And I will go up the fucking wall

The army must be full of phonies as well, going through the showers and taking their towels and slapping it against other guy's asses.

Hitherto, stuff like these wouldnt have struck me if i hadnt read the book and you will have a clearer picture of what I am going at if you read it as well.

But its food for thought, so chew on it.

What I like about the read as well is that I see traits of me in Holden.

Books like these should be read when we are still young. It may not be the best I read but its an eye opener, really.

We dont wanna look back and regret not reading good stuff like these

Perhaps ten years down the road, I will re-read it and I will think that Holden is as stupid as hell. What an ignorant sloppy geezer.

And another thrity years down and I will re-read it and I will think its a bloody waste of my time.

I might be a full time phoney by then.

2007-05-30T03:23:00.001+08:00

Oasis - Let There Be Love

I saw Liam Gallagher at Republic Poly today

HAHAHA

2007-05-30T01:04:00.000+08:00

Ok so here's the deal

There's a writing competition posted on Manchester United's website.

Top 3 to be published, and possibly in a Man Utd's Fans book. And I'm having a crack at it.

I might be probably up against a Manchester United fan who've lived long enough to put me to shame. That geezer might even have one of his testicles blown off during the english war and still be able to wank and toss faster than me.

So can I explain why at 2am in the middle of the night, I'm stuck and my mind's blank and probably ripping every strand of hair out. Piss off. Of course I will explain it, its not inexplicable and I'm not being whimsical either. And its really difficult to concentrate either when you have Jamie Oliver right on your screen flipping burgers and making pasta and going "Pukka!".

Alright so the topic was, Man Utd's season review.

Well, piece of cake for every Man Utd fan, should be a lark, especially for that bloke mentioned up there, paper down something that embellishes the wonderful season the team had and the dictation of their play.

So whats irritating me, here it is, I am absolutely clueless on how to write about the players that made the difference. What a joke mate.

And I seriously cant believe that I am not able to produce a decent write up, even on my favourite player.

Checkmate

And its making me go up the fucking wall

So who's the Protagonist here, many players. Antagonist, Malcom Glazer, Man Utd's bullshit american owner that is.

Big burly man, looks like crap.

So you have to imagine the straight face I have to give when I was writing that that Malcom Glazer looked like an angel.

And also explains why I am here bitching which is a bore to read.

Ah well, I really hope mine gets published.

Makes you wanna read it over and over again

And I'll be so fucking proud of myself but as I said, its not going to be easy when I am up against 60 year old men who lost one testicle but can probably still toss faster than me.

Hahaha

Perhaps if mine gets published, Man Utd might even ring me, ask me to be undercover journalist.

Heh heh heh

I will probably go lead a team of thugs and charge into London and kill all the bloody cockneys, at Chelsea that is.

And maybe I will die

With Honour

2007-05-28T00:46:00.000+08:00

Nick Hornby - A Long Way Down

This read is absolutely brilliant, fantastic and hilarious

I cannot recall the last time I actually cracked up like a madman while reading, well maybe perhaps the Adrian Mole book from Secondary School which I manage to dredge up today.

This book is about 4 people who met on a rooftop on new years eve and each having the same motive, sucide. Its a really funny read. How can the anguish and emotions of the 4 protagonist be so enthralling? Its the beauty of the language, it doesnt have any gripping plot, its not a page turner but its beautifully written, witty dialouge. Strokes of masterclass.

Anyway ,went to Deafcon 3 on Saturday, Firebrands' new song was impressive

Moshing was mad, some retarded people who got elephant's trunk. I wasnt in it though, I scared.

I manage to take some pictures of Bad Obsession's set but I shant post any up because I took shite'.

Not when you have a bunch of crazy jeezers next to you pushing you around, did knock the stuffing out of me.

Alright, jaded. Night

2007-05-19T02:51:00.000+08:00

Dont go Away, Say that you'll Stay

I simply adore this song

Beautiful

Oasis at their best

At least Liam's not giving the stick to people as usual, he's looking swish up there, with Noel backing him up.

I would probably buy me their new album once i get my bees, although its a complilation.

Do take some time and 'ave a butcher's hook at the vid

Fantastic hear

Enjoy

2007-05-12T17:59:00.000+08:00

The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy

Watched some documentary on Football Thugs

Exhilarating stuff, really

People claim that football fans who take the piss out on other people are "non-true" fans. But thats bullshit.

I would have probably beat the shite out of someone if they do take the mickey out of my favourite team.

I'm fine with all the teases and jokes, I have a relatively good temper in dealing with them. But not if they are really close to crossing the line.

Talking about football, Goal2 is out on 19 July, cant wait man. At least we all know santiago munez isnt dead, heh.

Hung out with my mates yesterday, all unplanned but I bumped into Joe at orchard, so there. But it was good though, you should have seen how we greeted each other. So polite. haha.

I bought my sister a new book ( hello hazel ) so I'm really short of bees and honey right now and if I had known, I would 'ave probably brought me paperbag cover.

Alright, got much stuff to do.

2007-05-06T02:46:00.000+08:00

Travis - Closer

2007-05-02T20:04:00.000+08:00

"AHHHHHHHHHHH"

And so Darren was walking to school today, wearing his black tee, tattered jeans, brown canvas shoes, cap, guitar pick necklace resting on his neck with his bag slinged over his back. He was munching on a donut. Walking happily.

As usual his mp3 was blasting tales of sex, drugs and rock n roll into his ears followed by duelling guitar riffs. It was loud, so Darren could not bother about all the gossip, chit-chatter and bullshit around him.

In he step into the lift and arrived at the 4th level. He stepped into the classroom. It was empty except for the lecturer and one girl. And so Darren took a seat near to that girl. "Bad Choice Darren"

So Darren continued munching on his donut while reading his book. He had this feeling around him that he didnt like. He looked up at the girl, her name was Maryse. Darren said hello and returned to his book.

"Oh no, here we go again"

Then out of the corner of his eye, Darren could notice a smirk emerging from Maryse's face. "Fuck. Darren dont look at her, just face your book" Looks like Darren didnt listened, he look at her. On her face, carried the biggest grin ever.

"Like Mad" Darren thought.

Then without warning......

"YEAHHHHH, LIVERPOOL WON!! WE ARE GOING TO ATHENS. WOOOOOOO!!

Darren fell off his chair, cap flew off, pick necklace got tangled at the legs of the table, so did his legs, He tried to get up, knocked his head on the edge of the table fell back on the floor and rolled. After much hustle and tustle and slamming and bishing and bashing and wrestling and punching, Darren got back on his chair, sweating profuesly.

"Erm yea, well done, chelsea's performance was lacklustre but anyhow we will see you there" Darren said rather enigmatically.

"DID YOU WATCH!? DID YOU WATCH!? LIVERPOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL"

Darren stared at her. Forced a smile.

"Yea, well done i supposed"

Darren got back to his book, shivering now.

If things were not bad enough, Maryse's friends came bursting through the lab door. The door dettached and flew one metre before knocking someone out flat. I recognised one of her friends as Lynn.

"MARYSE, WE WON, WE WON, HAHAHAH"

There were hugs followed by high shrieks of laughter and they started dancing in jubilation.

They started throwing foolscap papers and textbooks in the air, jumping for joy.

The lab was blanketed by sheets of paper which rippled through the classrooms like silvery scales.

This time Darren did not fell off his chair, instead he was so shocked that he threw his book up in the air followed by the donut with the book smacking right on his forehead as it landed and the chocolate donut landing right on his face oozing down before all the sheets of paper landed on him as well making him look like a walking big bird.

"LIVERPOOLLLL!!! YEAA YEAAA"

" WE BEAT CHELSEA. YEA YEAA"

"LETS CELEBRATE!!!"

"HUG MEEEEEE "
"TONIGHT WE SLEEP TOGETHER OK"

"DARREN TODAY MAN UTD WILL LOSE"

Darren though to himself " Na Bei Chao Chee Bye"

Darren diverted his attention away from the mayhem happening at the door. He tried to think of happy stuff, he thought of undressing a hot chick and making out with her, he thought of himself playing guitar at the highest level, he thought of watching spiderman 3 and he thought of Man Utd winning tonight so it will be his turn to wear his biggest grin to school. Then.... he thought of Liverpool advancing to the finals...

BAM! WHAM!

Tables and chairs were flying. Lecturer hauled his ass out of the classroom and jumped off the building. Darren dived under the table for cover.

"Fuck me, those two dont even derserve a place in woodbridge"

Darren went to pick his book up from under the table and when he looked up, he was greeting by two mad girls.

"AND YOU NEVER WALK ALONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" they started singing.

Darren stare at them, dumbfounded.

Darren was scared.

He was scared shitless.

Darren pee-ed is his pants

And died in his shit.

2007-05-01T02:06:00.000+08:00

Blue Cockney Twats

Cut me some slack man, look at my face these days

Jaded. And it's not as if I havent been getting enough shuteye.

Maybe not.

Its the third week already, leaves you dead in the wake

Precarious thoughts eh

But lessons have been really mundane so far. Hauled my ass down to City Hall after classes today to get my pay

That old jeezer tried to stitch me up again, I am keeping mum about who, heh heh. I saw his sillhouette between the archway as i came down the escalator, hah. Try harder mate

Bought 2 books later at Kino later. Remains of the Day and The Long Way Down. Recommended by Yi Qian. Thanks man.
Shadow of the Wind was a fantastic read.
I spent till about 10pm at Coffee Bean reading after which I headed home.

Tired

And so I am watching Jaime Oliver on tv and he is making me really hungry.

My dad had just gotten his hair cut today and he is telling me he looks like Beckham. He even tried to talk in the british accent and act out the momentum when beck's is going to take a free kick in his own version. And he looks like a madman i tell you, if I hadnt seen him and just heard him, I would have thought it was some ostrich with a sore throat running mad trying to lay eggs.

Alright I've wrote enough, I am really really jaded

But its a holiday tomorrow so I'm gonna stay up late, theres premier league action anyway

So perhaps maybe partly I'm at fault

Heh

2007-04-23T01:40:00.000+08:00

Stand Your Ground

There's a time to stand your ground and a time to walk away
It isnt knowing that your friends got your back, its knowing that you have your friends' back

Welcome to Match-Day Madness

I never lived closer to danger

2007-04-22T20:28:00.000+08:00

Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a Cannonball

Someday you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a Champagne Supernova in the Sky

2007-04-15T22:07:00.000+08:00

"We are going to wemblyyyyyyyy"

And I am going back to school tomorrow

...

2007-04-13T01:20:00.000+08:00

Cast No Shadow

Wish You Were Here

I am writing to reach youuuuuuuu

Writinggggggg

2007-04-11T15:03:00.000+08:00

Starry, starry night

5am

Full time

Manchester United 7
AS Roma 1

Incredible, Scintillating and Stupendous

In fact, a performance too good for words

Magical European night

We hit Roma hard, hit them real bad, heh heh.

I really dont know how to describe my feelings and the match anymore because words simply fail me.

Smudger!

Devil through thick and thin

Glory Glory Man Utd, and the Reds go marching ON ON ON!

2007-04-10T23:29:00.000+08:00

Rome Twats

Been listening to lots of brit music, good stuff

Last week of holidays man

MANCHESTER UNITED VS AS ROMA TONIGHT

Nervous like dog, hope the mancs bloody stuff the romans arses.

KUANG WEI, TONIGHT MAN UTD WIN I GO YOUR HOUSE TOUCH YOU AND HUG YOU OK. HAHAHAHAHAHA

2007-04-08T02:38:00.000+08:00

"Well well, fuck me, if it isnt the same old shite'

Bam!

A kick in the teeth I say

Mate, my heart was born and bred Manchester United so I'm not giving up hope on my team

Chelsea, you dont call the fuckin' shots, just shut up and play your shit football"

Oh hello all, did I scare you lads away, pardon my ramblings man, I'm just a little pissed off at some nasty little fuckers, people whom I havent met. Heh, how funny or crazy.

Passion man, passion, I just react this way, I dont know why.

And.............

"Remember my post on April 06, Streets Of Manchester. Well, its all becoming a reality now isnt it. But this time, its on enemy's ground and we're taking back whats ours. Comes that day, I will be running through the streets of Manchester, happily, mocking at all you bloody chavs."

SNAP SNAP.

There he goes , there he goes again. Oh hello again, strange eh, I'm going to sleep so have a great evening all. Bye.

"I switched off my laptop and let out a sign of frustration. Mixed feelings. I looked up at the wall. I saw Liam Gallagher, with his shades and a ciggie dangling from his mouth, looking right down at me. I looked away. Then, i spun my head around and looked again.

Did I just saw that shithead smirking at me

Aww, screw you City Fan, who the fuck are Man City"

Hey! What the hell did you just called me, a wanker?

Take that!"

Great, now I am exchanging blows with my poster. I have gone mad, havent I.

SLEEP

GOOD NIGHT

"Build a Bonfire
Build a Bonfire
We'll put Portsmouth on top
And Chelsea in the middle
And we'll burn the fuckin' lot"

2007-04-02T02:13:00.000+08:00

"If you arent a Manc, you're a wank"

Just beat seven shades of shit out of Blackburn

Sweet

Bought another book today before going to work

Mitch Albom's For One More Day

I've wanted to read this a long time ago though

His stories has the ability to make you cry, his gift of tapping into your heart, that spot where its so bloody weak.

I'm currently reading The Poe's Shadow, its about the death of Edgar Allan Poe and its striking a deeper chord each time I continue reading. I still have the Shadow Of The Wind yet to be completed, heh.

I finally made my pedal talk to me today, after days of wrestling with it.

The mood always depends on the tone you get out from your first strum, it works this way. Well, at least for me.

2007-03-28T02:30:00.000+08:00

Baltimore

The horses kept their heads low, as if in deference to the cargo. I looked out of the carriage and strain through at the fog of figures at the streets. A quiet burial ground was a few yards away, a funeral was taking place.

There was a man, dirty, in black, with a crooked top hat and a patch by his left eye by the steps of the river bank next to the cemetery. A forlon figure, smoking his pipe. He grinned at me, a facade behind that grin, with a glint of gold in his teeth. I turned my head back into the carriage.

I swallowed down the vague feeling inside me , somehow i shouldnt be going in this direction

It was a long ride down the side of the train tracks, windy and dark. I could hear the rotating of the carriage wheels and the horses footsteps so clearly. The pebbles created a winding path ahead leading me nearer, my heart was pulsating. I peeped out again, for any signs of shadow behind me. The trees were whispering to each other, with their branches swaying in the same direction. I could hear the rustling of the leaves as the trees commanded them. Somehow, they seemed, to be telling me a secret.

"A warning?" I gulped.

The horses came to a halt. The wind stopped and I could hear as the leaves slowly fall and settled on the ground. There was a melancholy feeling about the leaves as they came to a rest. There was only one lampost nearby, with its lights flickering which could die any moment. I got out of the carriage.

Before me stood a towering house. It was white. The lights from the lighthouse a distant away shone on it to exposed the gloomy state of it. Weeds were growing and reaching out to grab the sides of the house.

It was about the saddest house I ever seen.

I looked up. There on top, perched a Raven. The moonlight shone on it and threw its shadow wide over the ground. Its demonic eyes stare back at me, right in the eye, giving me the shudders.

I took a step forward.

"Good Evening, Mr Clark"

The Raven took off into the night sky, leaving the echos of its flutters behind.

2007-03-21T04:04:00.000+08:00

Travis - Writing to reach you

2007-03-21T03:39:00.000+08:00

Well well, fuck me

Some of my grades were better than expected

SOME

Some were shite' though

At least i passed all

huhuhuhu

mad

2007-03-13T01:26:00.000+08:00

It just didnt sound right

Same settings

But i just cant seem to share my secrets with it the last few days

And its bloody taking the piss out of me

"Patience" - Guns N' Fuckin' Roses

And Joe, meet up soon with us once you come back, I'm sure you got lotsa' shit to tell us, about how you create shockwaves at the San Siro how you kick those Bhoy's ass at the kickaround, haha.

2007-03-02T16:44:00.000+08:00

Smokin' In the Boys Room

2007-03-02T16:13:00.000+08:00

ACDC - "For those about to rock, we salute you"

Liverpool vs Manchester United tomorrow

Its not just a match with great rivalry , but great tradition between both clubs

And I hate the piles, with a passion

Fingers crossed tomorrow

Anyway to Joe also, no matter what the score is, we still love each other ah. HAHA.

Exams ended on Wednesday

Pretty tired though

Stayed over at Alan's house the night before the last paper

Erm, we tried studying but i ended up falling asleep while Kenny was busy smokin' alien's testicles

We only started studying about 5am when the paper was at 830am. heh

Anyway I'm stuck at home now because the weather is shite'

Going out soon though

I got much more to say but I'm tired so, till another time.

2007-02-25T02:50:00.000+08:00

Travis - Why does it always rain on me

Well, whaddya know, bloody muppets, ronaldo taking the piss out of the cottagers, hah.

Bam. Wham. 3 points.

Listening to Stormy's cover of Wish you were here, great cover, intense, did justice to the song

Its bloody 3am and I'm still up hitting the books

Urh, Cant seem to get anything inside.

Exams on Monday to Wednesday, good riddance.

Networking

Its like I can friggin make my router talk to my computer and lappy, I would rather try making my balls talk to the xbox and my amp and guitar.

I would be so bloody grateful on Wednesday, no worries at all where my laughters are genuine, at least till the results come. I will walk down town snapping photos, get some new books from borders and probably work to save up for my stuff.

But till then, I still have one day left to study so I'm gonna need all the luck I can get. Studied. But as i said, can seem to remember the shit.

Arh well.

Night all.

Liam Gallagher : " We are the best Rock n Roll band in the world, no doubt"

Hah, yea sniffing around with Mr Browstone and beating up reporters, typical Manc, but i like.

"Well, if you arent a Manc, you're a wank then"

2007-02-20T23:50:00.000+08:00

Those cheating french bastards actually got away with the win last season

Not tonight though, we're gonna take the piss out of them this time.

Chinese New year was good

Exams up next, 3 papers in total, havent started and havent even got the textbook for one of the modules

Wish me luck then

Well done I say

2007-02-14T02:42:00.000+08:00

Master Plan

2007-02-11T01:44:00.000+08:00

Went down to Innova JC yesterday with Phoebe to Support Yi En and his YJC band for the Inter School Supernova band competition and guess what, they won it. Hah. RJC were good, but i guess they lost out due to lack of showmanship. The rest of the other bands were alright, there were a few nonsense ones as well.

Champions. Ceteris Paribus. Period

Yi En and his Edwards Explorer. Fuckin' Legend. HAHA

Anyway well done again man.

Yi En, damn happy and proud of you. Played well today, nailed the solos, good showmanship too. And basket now win already next time become big dont forget me ah. HAHA. Bloody hell, today see me wait under the sun so long, sweat like dog, dunno how to take milo for me ah. You owe me dinner. Settle.

2007-02-05T02:53:00.000+08:00

Who the fuck are Spurs

Shit firm and fuckin shite' football, haha

Our boys just gave you a hell of a beating

Singapore won as well, great weekend.

Havent started on animation project though

Hoho and somebody just got this new American Fender Strat.

Yi En you bloody fender boy, guitar god la you haha, good luck for auditions ah and you better treat my pedal with care

Its late, nothing much else to say, night all

2007-01-28T03:15:00.000+08:00

It was a scintillating atmosphere at the Kallang

It was a stunning experience for me, watching our national team play live for the first time against our fierciest rivals

Kicking Malaysia's ass was sweet

I never expected an atmosphere like this, seriously

I only thought they exist in Europe during games like Man Utd vs Liverpool or Celtic Vs Rangers

Singapore, fucked up but united, passionate and awesome fans and I'm proud to be one

I already had that sense of pride while walking to the stadium

Walking along the roads and to the left was the Stadium made it look like a road to glory, somehow like the FA Cup

My voice sounds like crap now after the match

So what

It was worth it, every fuckin' minute of it

Go Lions

2007-01-22T18:31:00.000+08:00

Absolutely gutted, dumbfounded and flabbergasted

But thats how fuckin' cruel a game of football can be

Arh well, good game

Last but not least, CHOY SENG JOE

Hah, its my buddy's birthday today. Hello shitface, 19 eh, old already la you and 1245 bullshit la

But anyhow, great friendship throughout all these years man, all the stupid and crazy stuff we and Yi En did together and yea, keep practicing your vocals and your guitar man, you gonna do good, we should all jam again just for kicks. haha, take care man.

Bye

2007-01-21T12:09:00.000+08:00

Went to Fasten Your SeatBelts yesterday

Good gig , awesome showmanship

Too bad Spanish Fly couldnt played a bit longer, I prefered their music more

Anyhow, Good job Rachel

Arsenal and Man Utd tonight

Basket, scared like hell

YI EN! NO MATTER WHAT THE SCORE IS AH, WE STILL KNOW THAT YOU LOVE ME AND I LOVE YOU AH. HAHAHA

2007-01-17T00:13:00.001+08:00

School ends early on Tuesday

Too much time to spare, didnt feel like goin home either or doing my projects

So I hauled my ass down to Pennisula to look at guitars, speaking of which, mine kept dying on me last night, bloody problem with the input jack and the bridge, I will get a new one sooner or later anyway.

I tried the Fender American Strats and the Edwards Les Paul, the Edwards appeal to me more, sweet tone, smooth fretboard, looks that kill. Some lads deem it as the closest thing you could ever get to a Gibson. Anyone wanna lend me 1200 bucks or I could just bet on Arsenal giving the stick to their opponents every week by 6 goals or more, like Jing Wei said so. I was left slightly bemused at the chorus pedal though, almost 200 bucks, overpriced.

Still early though

Spent the majority of the afternoon walking around aimlessly, and with Axl Rose and Robert Plant screeching rage blasting in my ear sounds good, especially with Slash and Jimmy Page backing them.

It somehow feels good to be alone sometimes, you start thinking of real funny and unexplainable stuff while walking and not worrying about other stuff that's bothering you, thats if you dont think of it.

Spent the rest of the afternoon later looking for a spot and reading Roy Keane's autobiography, kickass.

Look at time, 6pm, time to head home.

2007-01-16T00:41:00.000+08:00

My sister is bugging me to write a post about her so here goes

Hello Hazel you are the best sister

But you still owe me the fender you promised me and lots of other stuff

But if you wanna be extra nice, you could get me a good Les Paul copy or even a Gibson

And what nonsense do you mean by the woo effect

Anyway O level this year study hard ah, I buy you sweets ok

In the meantime, take care crapface

Enjoy

2007-01-09T00:48:00.000+08:00

Morning everyone

Please make yourself free on 20th this month and come down to DXO

My friend is organising a gig call Fasten Your Seatbelts

There will be performances by A Vacant Affair, West Grand Boulevard, Summer's Over, Caracal, Sound Expulsion, Spanishfly

Its gonna be kickass, even better than Guns N Roses live era, even more spirit than the spirit of the maiden, up those fuckin irons man and you will see people shredding like Slash so get high on nightrain first.

For those who want tickets please call me, i only have 3

For those who say they wanna stay home to watch football, go fuck yourself, the gig ends before the early kickoff so there.

Tickets are at 15 bucks each alright, 2 free drinks for the first 400

Please bring your friends down along and for those who need more tickets, feel free to ask me also.

Ok bye bye

YI EN YOU BETTER COME AH. OK SETTLE

2007-01-07T17:46:00.000+08:00

Even the most fiercest rivals can have mutual respect, let alone the players, but also the fans

I am a Manchester United fan for 11 years

So I am writing this post and saying all these through gritted teeth

But as I said even for the club i hate most, there is mutual respect

The club i am talkin about is Liverpool FC

Even as I am writing this post this very moment, they are still the club i detest most

I know I shouldnt be writing this but after watching the Liverpool Vs Arsenal game last night, I would not say that there wasnt glee inside me when Liverpool were dumped out of the competition, but the liverpool fans have touched me, indeed the best fans in the world. What an atmosphere, pulsating. For 6 mins, everyone at the Kop were holding up signs which made up the words "The Truth", followed by continuous rounds of applause. It was to remember for the Hillsborough incident where 96 liverpudians were killed in a human crush and some weeping bastard from the english newspaper The Sun wrote shit and untrue things about them.

What an atmosphere, seriously.

For the first time, i was paying attention more to the atmosphere, the fans, the chants than the footie.

Even when the scousers got their ass battered 3-1 down, the fans were down but not out, chanting You Never Walk Alone. I was touched. If only Man Utd could have fans like these.

Anyhow, to all liverpool fans out there, there were no losers tonight, your fans were the biggest winners. Although I wouldnt say they are the best club in England, they have the best fans and anfield is the most passionate stadium. Well done Liverpool. well done Kop, you never walk alone.

2006-12-31T14:36:00.000+08:00

I'm On The Nightrain

Its been a pretty good 2006 i guess, although it seems the same to me every year, I still got to meet some pretty awesome lads.

I just wanna wish everyone a really Happy New Year, hope you all do something special and different in 2007.

For me, I'm cant think of any resolutions, just have fun I guess.

Just do well in school

Continue to rip on each other with my best mates

NEW GUITAR

OLD TRAFFORD. PULSATING AND SCINTILLATING ATMOSPHERE

Alright, I'm talkin nonsense but anyhow, take care all.

Happy New Year

Ready to Crash and Burn

2006-12-25T04:48:00.000+08:00

Hello

Its 4am. Just reached home

Hung out with my mates, booze was good, prata was good and talking to you guys made my day

Merry Christmas everyone

I like Christmas, i really do i cant explain why either.

Watching shows like home alone and reading christmas stories often gets me to reminiscent the times as a kid and how i spent christmas those days, and I still enjoy doin that.

Alright, I'm going to wash up and go to bed.

Take care all

Merry Christmas once again

Awesome Buds

2006-12-24T02:34:00.000+08:00

Merry Merry Christmas

The rain drizzle on the wet ground. You gazed into the mellow sky as you pace out into the streets. The raindrops under the streetlights were creating a heartwarming effect which sets the mood in. You paced through the streets of London. The streets were decorated beautifully and exquisitely. The rain had pale into insignificance. As you paced along the streets, couples were running from the rain sharing the same umbrella, kids were dancing in the streets. The refreshing feeling gets one to reminiscent the times with their loved ones. As you walked pass the cafeterias, you hear people singing inside and around the corner, beggars were creeping slowly up to the cafeterias where there was a sign which read "Free Chicken Soup". You smiled to yourself.

You put on your coat as the weather gets colder, you look up and the sign read Fulham. Home. Craven Cottage was down the corner. You walked through the densely packed rows of of red-bricked terraced houses. Inside every cosy home, there was a christmas tree. You walked to house number 78.

As you entered the house, you were greeted by the sight Anna, your 7 year old daughter. As you embraced her in your arms, you know that even on a day like this, its the heart that remembers.

"Hey, look what daddy got you"

You and your wife stood at the doorway as you watch Anna open her present. The whole room was quiet excpet for Anna tearing away the wrappings. As she stop down and then, you listened, and there was a certain atmosphere in the room, and that was love.

Dinner was good and simple.

The night, the warmth of the fireplace with your loved ones created the perfect picture.

You heard Anna shout from outside

"Daddy! Its snowing!"

You look at your wife and smiled. As you walked outside to join Anna. You see your next door neighbour whom you have not talked for the last 3 years.

"Merry Christmas Mate"

As you gazed around the streets and the people emerging from their house you just felt one thing around, and that was love.

And deep in your heart, there was family and home.

Merry Christmas All

2006-12-15T03:13:00.000+08:00

Hello

Its 2am, just got home, went out with my mates

Great to see them again

And to Joe and Yi En, thanks a lot for buying me the book man, i really appreciate it, cant wait to read it.

Yi En trying to look like Lukas Rossi haha

The common test today was pretty much fucked up, but I hope i can pass

Rockstar Supernova album is finally out, I'm plannin to get it, I just hope it wont be disappointing.

Alright, I got nothin much to say so take care all

2006-12-12T02:23:00.000+08:00

Loaded like a freight train

2006-12-10T18:19:00.000+08:00

The weekends have been good

Manchester United walloping Man City's ass was sweet

Hanging out with friends was good

Yea, everythings have been good

Apart from the common tests next week. Fuck

And I havent studied given the fact that i know i have not learn much this sem

And what has Darren been doing so far, let me see, watching football, blowing up alien's testicles,
and basically having fun. Hoho, good luck la Darren.

Seriously, school is becoming boring and reptitive for me, it seems to me now that I just go to school everyday to see my friends, talk nonsense and gallivanting.

And most importanly, I dont like want I am studying man, I hope i aint screwing up my life but I definitely wont pursue a career in what I'm studying now. Screw MIT la, mass comm or advertising anyone?

There are so many things i wanna be doing now

I wanna walk down the streets of manchester, mockin at scousers

I wanna get high on nightrain

I wanna see Guns N Roses back

I wanna sit down with Yi En and Joe and share our laughters where they're genuine and not any signs of worry inside them

And i know I am talkin nonsense now

But anyhow, I have a little bit in mind for my future, i think I know what I want so I'm gonna take this slowly and that starts by choosing a proper specialisation for year 3.

Its scary if you start thinking about whats gonna happen

But I am not gonna be bothered by the cirumstances now, just for now

And anyway Yi En, hope you get your new guitar soon, cant wait to play alongside you again

Alright, take care .

2006-12-09T02:07:00.000+08:00

Skid Row
18 and life to go

Hello

I just got home, went to the Silver Wonders gig at Ngee Ann poly

It was quite enjoyable, really although me saiful and yat were talking rubbish and making a fool of ourselves most of the time ,but firebrands and ronin were good.

I turned 18 today, it feels good and why, because when i listen to Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses , it sounds so much fuckin better.

Anyway, i enjoyed today a lot, seriously , and to all the people who wished me thank you really.

My 3 best friends, Yi En and Joe, thank you, you 2 fuckers and phoebe of course, thank you for the brownie

My polymates, Kamal thank you for you message, i was touched really and of course to Hidayat and Saiful, thanks for the maiden CD man and not forgetting maryse and benjamin

AND OF COURSE TO ARTHUR LI WHO WISHED ME 4 TIMES . HAHA

To Rachel, hello chelsea thank you for everything, thanks for letting me bully you, thanks for standing my nonsense and you still owe me my gibson, my studio.

The Renegades also, thank you Skylar , thank you Caylynn and thank you Kellie.

A big thank you to Exe and firebrands and thank you for the little message and the black stripes t shirt, you guys rocked la, all the best man.

And lastly, thanks to everyone else who wished me.

Its 3am now, and as i always say this, its friggin quiet now

But for once, I really enjoy the silence today

I jsut wanna sit back, play my guitar or just do nothing

And tomorrow, I am going to start my nonsense

First Stop, Singapore pools. HAHA

Anyway, thats all i have to say for now , my mind is blank and tired right now so i really have nothing much to say.

Good Night All

Welcome to the Jungle Mate

2006-12-04T03:45:00.000+08:00

Its 4am

Marketplace report is killing me

Its due on tuesday and i have absolutely no idea on how to start this report

Ah fuck it la, I'm going to bed

And yea, happy 18th birthday kamal and remember ,

Fletcher is god

2006-11-25T23:45:00.000+08:00

Just reached home, went to watch Tenacious D with Yi En and Yi Qian. The ending was rather abrupt i felt and some parts of the show was quite retarded in my opinion, haha. But overall it was fuckin funny and enjoyable, and the lyrics of the soundtracks featured in the movie were ermm... go find out yourself.

Jamming tomorrow and then

MANCHESTER UNITED VS CHELSEA

COME ON YER MANCUNIANS, SCREW THOSE BLUES.

2006-11-22T01:47:00.000+08:00

I need a new guitar man, a brand new axe and a much better one.

And I just realised that my neck pickup sounds like garbage.

2006-11-18T00:23:00.000+08:00

November rain is like one of the most beautiful song ever

And the way Slash plays it makes it even more perfect.

No one can play with as much feel as he does and with such a sweet tone

Awesome

2006-11-15T22:04:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHOEBE WONG YAN LING

Ok here's my entry to you. Happy birthday Phoebe, 18 years old already ah, good luck to you and behave yourself and you have been such a greatttttttttttt friend after so many years since primary school. Ok bye.

PS : you still owe me my treat by the way which is taking fuckin ages long

2006-11-12T23:11:00.000+08:00

Went jamming today, i thought we did good on the intro on nightrain but i'm sure we are gonna improve as i so wanna jam that song. Maybe we should all try drinking nightrain and Jack Daniels before the song so i can play like slash, HAHA.

I brought yat and rachel to my uncle's resturant to have desserts later.

I wanna start saving up for this man, boss GT8.

and a new guitar, new amp, and maybe new mp3 and maybe go rob a bank as well.

And Yi En, you du han dont worry la, you will get promoted i am sure, i will buy you dinner hahah.

Alright, I'm gonna go watch arsenal vs liverpool now, bye bye.

2006-11-06T20:52:00.000+08:00

Hah, Ryan Star is coming to town on Nov 17 and I wanna go la fuck, but they are only giving out 20 free tickets and the gig will be in zouk and i am fuckin underage.

2006-10-30T18:22:00.000+08:00

Have been doing lots of reading. Just finished with wayne rooney's book , it was quite pleasant and easy reading, nothing special about it, I wouldnt bet on someone writing an awesome ass-kicking autobio at the age of 21 anyway.

Weekends have been alright, staying at home bullying my sister, going out, watching football so life has been kinda repetitive.

I swear I am going to master nightrain.

Screw you Slash, why do you play the guitar so good. haha

2006-10-22T03:43:00.000+08:00

We are playing the scousers later on in the night so I'm pretty much nervous now.

One week of school has passed and the new modules sucks shit.

Books are so expensive and I still wanna buy my own books for my reading. I wanna get Roy Keane's autobiography, anyone wanna donate me some money, the "Give Darren Money" donation funds are still going on you know.

2006-10-17T00:00:00.000+08:00

School's starting in a few hours.

Was told the textbooks cost 60 0ver dollars. Nyp is fucking trying to extort money from us

Anyway, i need a good night sleep.

Good Night

2006-10-08T04:25:00.000+08:00

One of the topic that is brought up when talking about football is football legends. We talk about footballers that are already legends and footballers that are borned to be legends. We remember legends for the goals they score, for the passion they put in the game. We remember legends for that one bright sparkle which can turn a game around and we also remember the inspiration we get from them which affect the little things in our lives. You also remember legends when you start telling them to your children or grandchildren about all the stuff you witnessed. Every football club have their own legends, that certain character which fans all look up to. For me i have the upmost respect for Matt Lee Tissier of Southampton, Alan Shearer of Newcastle and Dennis Bergkamp and Steven Gerrard of Arsenal and liverpool respectively. Matt Lee Tissier was probably one of the most decorated and gifted english footballers and Alan Shearer was already his name written in the Geordie Folklore while Dennis Bergkamp is already locked in the hearts of many gunners faithful. For Steven Gerrard, I believed he will be of those players that will ever shake the Kop.

For me, I have 3 passions in life, playing the guitar and playing football are one of those but however, I label Manchester United as the priority.

It all started when I was 8. I would normally skip recess just to go kick tennis balls and ping pong balls and even paper balls with my classmates at the courts. I remember there was a huge family and relative gathering at my cousins place. There was a commotion in the living room and when i walked in, the television was showing the "Derby of England " or rather Manchester United Vs Liverpool FC and every single being in the living room except my father was cheering for the scousers and so i sided with my dad and I had Manchester United in my blood ever since. I still remember we tonked the scousers 3-0 that game. From that day onwards, the red side of the mancs was going to play a big part in me as I grow up.

As my journey as a Manchester United fan continued, I was so devoted to them and I would be so dejected and cry when they lost a game. They tested my strengths and my emotions. I could not stand it when we lost to the blue side of the Mancs but I could not take it when we lost to the scousers. To be frank, I dont like the scousers. It was as if I was brought up to dislike them from the moment I supported Man Utd. The root of the rivarly goes a long way back but the bottomline is that we dont like them and they dont like us and for that full 90mins, I wanted them to die. I act like a small kid when Manchester United lose or play badly, my emotions could not be controlled. You guys should have seen me, I would hurl pillows at the TV and the walls, slam my fist on the table, kick my legs in the air and spew out my long list of vulgarities even with my parents nearby and making my usual tirades of why they lost and up to now, nothing has changed. I remember once I was in such a bad mood when we got our ass whacked by the Geordies 5-0 and when we drew with Mackems that I was so rude to the people around me. I have friends who watched football with me before and they know my behaviour when it comes to situations like this. For people like Yi En, Joe, Edmund and a few others. You guys have witness moments when I thew tantrums at you guys. I would like to apologise and perhaps thank you guys for being able to take my shit and my attitude at moments like these. For Joe, I know you support the scousers so if you are reading my entry, no hard feelings, you know I still love you guys, HAHA. But when we score a goal or score a victory in a crucial tie, I would shout with joy at the top of my voice and somehow wishing I was right there in the stands of Streford End of Old Trafford creating the pandemomium and chanting along with them and that feeling will go on and on. I remember once when I was watching a Champions League game in the wee hours of the morning and when Man Utd nailed that crucial goal, I didnt even bothered to think that my parents were sleeping but just shouting out happily. Well, of course you bet I got scolded. Some of you may call me crazy for my reactions and then again, I dont give 2 shits about what you think.

1999/2000 season was the proudest moment for me when Manchester United conquered England and Europe. Scenes of Schmeichel lifting the Champions League honours are images which will affect me for the rest of my life as a Manchester United fan. That night in Spain, Manchester United celebrate but somewhere in a place call Toa Payoh, a little boy celebrated with them.

Ryan Giggs has always been my favourite player and will always be. There is often one player which will come along and produce a moment of magic or put in a scintillating performance that will win a place in your hearts. Come 2004, there was another wayne rooney.

When this lad scored a hatrick on his full debut, I knew that he would one day be a legend and I have no doubts about it. He may be going through a bad patch right now and may be out of sorts at the moment but Wazza will come back and strong.

There are also tough defeats I had to endure when as a United Fan. Losing to Arsenal in the 2005 FA Cup final was a huge blow to me after we were on their arse for the full 90 mins. However, bowling out of the of the early stages of Europe that very season was exceptionally hard to take and that it also happened on my birthday. For every defeatIi witness, I tell myself that I have to be stronger but I guess I still let my emotions get the better of me. There are times when I felt like giving up and making comments like "Man Utd suck, what a bunch of pansys who cant kick ball for nuts or we are goin to get relegated", I usually say them out of pure anger because deep down inside me I will never give up and I love the reds.

As I grew older, I went through more and witness more ups and downs of the clubs. Beckham left, the club went through bad patches, ronaldo came and so did some fucked up russian billionare who decide to came and spoil the premiership.

At present and recent events, its the 2006/2007 season and Man Utd are sitting pretty much comfortably at the top of the table ( I guess ) and I hope they can pick off from where they left from the Newcastle match which I must say I found some of the Toon Army rather annoying.
Go back to dominating the premiership.

Some of you may wonder why am I writing this, I write as if I was in Spain that night in 1999, as if I was Old Trafford to witness every single event which unfold during the last few years, to witness Rooney hit a scorcher, to witness the welsh wizzard running down the wing, to witness gingerboy influencing the game or to even witness ronaldo and his twinke toes. I havent but I know I will one day.

Its almost 530 am right now and I am about to go to bed. And it is times like this when I can sit and think. I have wanted to share this with you guys and I had the sudden urge to pen it down.

I love football and I know the rest of you out there do, each of us support our own club and we all have our own proud moments of being a fan of theirs, for Yi En and Joe, I am sure you guys would have pretty much the same things to talk about for your own club.For Yi En, Arsenal's amazing unbeaten season and for Joe, that memorable night in Instanbul.But now for me, once a red devil always a red devil. Manchester United will always be a part of me. I am only 17 and yet I have so much to stay about them, what knows that other events I might witness myself in the future.

Good Night people

"Where were you went Ole put the ball into the Germans net"

" I was there"