words to describe the game i stayed up till 0200 for...

terrible. horrid. pathetic. disjointed. listless. absolutely deplorable. submissive. total chaos. poor. disgusting. discouraging. unimpressive. a complete farce. a very bad joke. lightweight. unacceptable. unforgivable. severely lacking. leaves a lot to be desired. without desire. unbelievable. very much wanting.improper. disgraceful. unsatisfactory. in dire need of improvement. wasteful. ungraceful. awkward. a pain to watch. shambolic. ragged. tattered. sinister. diabolic. hideous. calamatous. disastrous. ridiculous. disappointing. lackadaisical. nonchalant. atrocious.

more or less sums up how i feel about united's disgraceful loss to middlesbrough... though full credit to boro for playing an excellent game of football. united was a flock of lost sheep just asking to be put to the slaughter. i may be a die hard united fan, but i won't shy away from having a right go at them when i see a bad performance. i pity the united travelling contingent that followed them to the riverside... expecting a win and getting nothing but a 1st hand view of united getting thrashed. well done boys. absolutely well done.

heaven... or at least something darn near it.

mmmm... there's nothing in the world like a having toast for breakfast(or brunch... if you wanna consider how late i ate =X) with butter and cream cheese spread. simply delightful. guess lugging that toaster oven up 4 storeys was worth it in the end... no better way than to make my little self-confinement feel much lighter than to have a nice self made meal... even if it was really simple in the first place... one should take pleasure in the simple things in life in order to enjoy the finer bits with a greater appreciation...

and before i re-hit the books, here's another quote from the world of football... and from a manager i had a lot of respect for up to this point... nice choice of words curbs. *smacks forehead*

"Spurs fans are walking round with big smiles on their faces, and everybody wants to pat Wigan on the back, perhaps we aren't sexy enough, but all we can do is carry on with what we are doing."
obviously alan curbishley thinks he's in charge of a team of supermodels... charlton inc.

happy ^_^

now here's a burden of my shoulders for my exams... i scored a B+ for my lit essay on narrators! which constitutes 50% of my final grade for my lit module... and the best part was the essay could've turned out better if i had baked it a little while longer(yeah... i guess i should've listened to pete and jacyn about cooking the idea on meaning... but thanks everyone for taking the time to read my intellectual rubbish, 'specially andrew for tahan-ing from the very start of all this to the very end... thanks for the insight! =)... but it's a pretty good grade, practically confirms my pass in lit and is a real salve for the soothing the ego... especially after all the hard work and sleepless nights of hammering away at my lappy. at least i can rest a little bit easy and focus on my more troublesome core subjects and breathe a little bit more... =D

and to heap up the good vibes, united got some decent goals from players i've been longing to see excel and, on a more evil, gloating note, chelsea got knocked out of the carling cup on penalties. not the biggest competition, the carling cup, but still a trophy i don't wish to see languishing in the chelsea trophy cupboard. cheers everyone! =)

viruses of the avian and software kind...

bird flu is really starting to, if you'll pardon the pun, take off around the world. heck, the damn h5n1 strain has even been found in croatia. it's gonna be a matter of time before we stop dropping like the birds... scary isn't it? nowadays, flu is so rampant, we just shrug it off as a common ailment. it's just flu season... and that's when we get complacent. you never know when something microscopic like bird flu will hit. how do you distinguish bird flu from your typical influenza? no one knows that till you die of it... so please do take good care of yourselves my friends, for you never know when that virus will hit our little island home. prevention is always better than cure, so keep yourselves happy n healthy. the best defense you have is your own immune system, so treat it good and it will do likewise for you too =)

and apparently there's another msn virus circulating... so please be sensible and don't click a link without asking what it is first... and i'm sure you would understand your friends' various chatting patterns by now... so before you click, think a bit and if you're not sure, ask...

the trouble with human communication...

waiting for godot may seem to be one abstract, idiotic, meaningless and pointless endeavour when one reads it initially. but after some guidance from tutors, it starts to come together. it is abstract, and there is a reason in the meaningless. ironic? yep, and very very true. one feature that beckett explores is the failure of human beings when we communicate... and his point has a huge degree of resonance when one looks at the examples he brings up in his play.

how often do we have a tendency to repeat ourselves? before we feel that we've finally made our point? how often do we ask pointless questions, and insist on receiving an answer despite having it pointed out to us that it was pointless in the first place? how often do we ramble on inanely despite having a direct question posed to us? how often do we mistake the good intentions of other people for something else?... and finally, and with much intended irony... why don't we get straight to the point when we ask for something?... communication... it's something we do day in, day out. but how is it that we can screw up something so simple as communication everyday? it's always happening everywhere around the world... look at the war torn areas. look at the fragmentation of people around you. why is it that after 2 million years of existence, mankind still fails to communicate properly? it's a frightening thought, that we still fail to understand each other after so long... even if our time thus far seems small in comparison to other creatures before us... are we all destined to forever be stalled in our ability to communicate?

more football craziness... and this is real O_o

ok... football personalities saying silly things isn't really new... but when i read this long, sorry list... my eyes just widened. article taken from soccernet... this is REAL. ie not something that came out of my head or andrew's...

Freak injury rules out Hammers keeper Carroll
West Ham goalkeeper Roy Carroll has been ruled out of Sunday's Premiership clash with Middlesbrough after injuring his knee in a freak training-ground accident.
The Northern Ireland international was collecting balls from a goal when his foot was caught in the net, leading to the problem and giving Shaka Hislop his first start of the season following his return to Upton Park from Portsmouth in the summer.

Stephen Bywater has also been recalled from his loan spell at Coventry as cover for Hislop, while at the other end of the pitch Jeremie Aliadiere will not be in the squad as the on-loan Arsenal forward, continues his recovery from a hernia operation.

Here we look at some other bizarre injuries sustained by players over the years.

RIO FERDINAND: During his spell at Leeds the England defender managed to pick up a tendon strain in his knee watching television. Ferdinand had his foot up on a coffee table for a number of hours and ended up injuring a tendon behind his knee.

RICHARD WRIGHT: The Everton goalkeeper faced most of the summer on the sidelines after damaging his shoulder falling through a loft as he was trying to pack away his suitcases.

SEAN FLYNN: The then Kidderminster captain suffered a broken nose, busted lip and bruised toes after tripping over his son's toy cars.

DAVE BEASANT: The veteran goalkeeper managed to rule himself out for eight weeks in 1993 when he dropped a bottle of salad cream on his foot, severing the tendon in his big toe.

SANTIAGO CANIZARES: The Spain goalkeeper missed the 2002 World Cup after accidentally shattering a bottle of aftershave in his hotel sink. A piece of glass fell on his foot, severing a tendon in his big toe.

KASEY KELLER: The American international knocked out his front teeth while pulling his golf clubs out of the boot of his car.

ALAN WRIGHT: The diminutive former Aston Villa full-back strained his knee by stretching to reach the accelerator in his new Ferrari. He subsequently swapped the sports car for a Rover 416.

DAVID JAMES: The England goalkeeper once pulled a muscle in his back when reaching for the television remote control and the keen angler also tweaked his shoulder when trying to land a monster carp.

STEVE MORROW: The former Northern Ireland defender broke his collarbone after falling off the shoulders of Tony Adams while celebrating the 1993 League Cup final win against Sheffield Wednesday.

ALEX STEPNEY: In 1975 the Manchester United goalkeeper Alex Stepney dislocated his jaw while shouting at his defenders during a match against Birmingham.

CHIC BRODIE: The Brentford goalkeeper's career came to an abrupt end in October 1970 when he collided with a sheepdog which had run onto the pitch. Brodie shattered his kneecap while the dog got the ball. ``The dog might have been a small one, but it just happened to be a solid one,'' he reflected.

SVEIN GRONDALEN: The Norway defender had to withdraw from an international during the 1970s after colliding with a moose while out jogging.

ALAN MULLERY: The England star missed the 1964 tour of South America after injuring his back while brushing his teeth.

DAVID BATTY: The former Leeds and Blackburn midfielder managed to re-injure his Achilles tendon when he was run over by his toddler on a tricycle.

DARREN BARNARD: The former Barnsley midfielder was sidelined for five months with a torn knee ligament after he slipped in a puddle of his puppy's urine on the kitchen floor.

LEE HODGES: The then Barnet player slipped on a bar of soap in the shower and wrenched his groin.

CHARLIE GEORGE: Arsenal's 1971 FA Cup hero managed to cut off his toe with a lawnmower.

MISTAR: The Indonesian footballer was killed aged just 25 by a stampede of pigs which overran his team's training pitch in 1995.

time for a song again... and a football quote!

in the mood for a song again... thanks to sarah for file! =)

How You Remind Me
Nickelback

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'
Tired of livin' like a blind man
I'm sick inside without a sense of feelin'
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
It must have been so bad
'Cause living with me must have damn near
killed you

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breakin'
I've been wrong, I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
Despite words in my head
Scream "Are we having fun yet?"
Yet?, Yet?, Yet?, no no

football... the world's game... though the comments you find from the people involved in the game ain't exactly shakespeare if you know what i mean... well, lo and behold... football speak.

"To say I am suicidal about the current state of affairs is not far off the mark. It is very difficult to take because it is happening all the time. There never seems to be any let up."
graeme souness on newcastle's injury situation... guess he takes his job a little too seriously...

well i'll be damned...

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often. You tend to give more than take in relationships. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

hmmm... accurate in a way though i dispute the often bit... but what the hell... =)

is there any meaning in life?

you know... after hearing my lecturers about samuel beckett, i'm starting to wonder if there really is any real meaning to life. do the things that we cling to have meaning because we want to cover the illusion that life really has no meaning to begin with? it makes sense to an extent. to beckett, human communication is rubbish. do we really mean what we say sometimes? like good morning for example. do we really mean it when we wish it to someone? or do we want something else? food for thought... "nothing is funnier than unhappiness, i grant you that. yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world," says beckett. wash aside that bitter aftertaste you just felt when reading his seemingly cruel comment. yeah, it's a rather brutal comment. but let's think about it from his perspective... if life is as meaningless as beckett claims it to be, then why are we getting so upset over things for? what's the point in it? think a guy furiously punching and kicking at thin air... that's what beckett is saying. we're shadowboxing sometimes, getting upset over things that sometimes don't really matter. if anyone has heard the myth of sisyphus, you'll get what i mean. sisyphus was condemned by the gods for leaving the underworld and refusing to return to roll a boulder up a slope in the afterlife. only to have it slide down, and go down and start again. for eternity. yes... as rowan atkinson say, is "which i hardly need remind you, is a heckuva long time." up, down. up, down. rinse, repeat.

are we going through life the way sisyphus is? endless repition... on and on... without a real purpose? that we're struggling so much, for nothing in the end? it really makes one wonder... is this meaningful life we all have, just a mirage of our parched minds, thirsting for purpose? why do we bother? why do we try so hard? when ultimately it could all be for nought?

if you're starting to wonder if i have converted over to beckett's school of thinking, the answer is no. i still feel my life has meaning. so what if it is ultimately an illusion. i'm the boss of myself, i feel what i want to feel, i say what i want to say(though sometimes veiled), i do what i wish(school doesn't apply there). and in all i do, all i say, all i feel, i have the ability to give it meaning to myself, to fashion it to suit whatever way i see it fit. not you. not him. not her. not any tom, dick or harry on the street. it's mine, and makes me me. just like you are what makes you you. like camus says in his essay, one must imagine sisyphus happy.

12 hours later and after 28 hours going without proper sleep...

i'm never, ever doing *that* again.

footnote: went 35 hours total. i am so friggin' sleep deprived.

steel thyself...

greg officially declares today, monday, 17th of october as...

KAMIKAZE MONDAY!

friends, family... please wish the gregster all the best as he charges on towards certain doom as he attempts to soldier through the whole day from 0830 hours to possibly 2230 hours without having slept since 1400 hours on the 16th of october. onward!

"YOU CAN TAKE MY SLEEP, BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE MY FREEDOM!"
- Greg Loo, 171005 0740h

i am so gonna die...

ok... it's 7am... and guess what. i haven't laid my head down on my pillow all night. lol. finishing my precious HL101 essay, printing notes, studying for physics quizz... i'm sure i'm in the perfect state to face my 830-530 through train day that is my monday... whoop-dee-doo-dah-day. and to add some sugar on the top, there's meeting today to boot! yippie! more work!...

i hope everyone reading this realises i'm trying to pathetic best to perk myself up before i kamikaze my monday away. i officially declare myself fit for a psychiatric ward in imh. someone please shoot me.

my love for writing...

ok i'll admit it here and now. i love writing. i've never really admitted it before... but i enjoy the ability to unleash whatever linguistic capability and intelligence i have garnered over the past 21 years and string words together into a fluid, coherent piece of work that, hopefully, someone will get to enjoy. well, hopefully anyway. i've not felt the joy of writing an essay being in the wilderness of science subjects all this while, but coughing out my literature assignment is a task i'm very much relishing at the moment. i really enjoyed working on my essays in secondary school, my lit and form tutor encouraged me to mull over them and craft it out, as long as the result justified the time taken to produce it, and i guess that really fostered a spirit of taking pride in producing a good piece of writing. heck, even during As i was more happy getting that A2 for gp than my crappy core results(my mom will probably hammer me for saying that... lol...) and for getting my A2 for lit during Os... nothing intrigues me more than a good arguement on paper. it allows time for preparation, clarifying one's thoughts and running through the processes. it allows corrections, and a 2nd read. essentially, the potential to compose that perfect, water-tight and unassailable arguement that would make anyone swell with pride. =)

man of steel?

You scored as Colossus. Colossus is the strongest X-Man physically. His love for his family and his sister Illiana make him strong. Although he can be prone to fits of rage, he has a big heart under that organic steel skin. Powers: Can change his skin into organic steel making him nearly invunerable and exponentially increasing his strength Colossus 80% Jean Grey 70% Rogue 70% Cyclops 65% Nightcrawler 60% Iceman 60% Storm 55% Beast 50% Gambit 50% Wolverine 45% Emma Frost 30% Most Comprehensive X-Men Personality Quiz 2.0 created with QuizFarm.com

spider-man, spider-man... GOOOOOOOOOAL!!!

ugh... i don't believe i'm still awake at this bloody hour... i mean... even with school starting late and all... gotta thank fifa 06 and ultimate spider-man for that... the 2 new additions to my xbox library... damn you microsoft for releasing so many games at this time...

fifa 06... i never liked 05... simply because it was outright inferior to winning eleven... but this title has impressed me a great deal... ok the AI still isn't exactly gonna take over the world, but it's smart enough now to make a football game decently tough... the graphics are much more polished now and the gameplay's more of a challenge... of course there's a downside to it all... fifa may have all the licences, but they didn't exactly craft out each and every player in detail... i mean c'mon... marlon harewood has friggin' hair... and he looks just like anton ferdinand's player model... pfft... and it's still not as realistic as WE nor as customisable... though it's a decent stop gap till WE9 comes...

ultimate spider-man... a real gem of a title... ok, the boss battles can get frustrating... if you're not one for patience... but swinging around a beautiful comic book rendition of new york is simply astounding... and the technique used really makes the game feel like a comic book come to life... i've always loved spidey, and the ultimate version of spider has captured my readership... this game only enhances my perception that it's one of the best spidey titles i've read... definitely a game for those of you who love your comic books, spider-man and 3d games comic-ised... did i mention that web-slinging around new york city was cool? =P

nothing like some brilliant comedy to bring a smile back to your face

God i love comedy. thank you for giving us humour, cos life would be a complete misery without something to make us laugh. a world without laughter is a world without life. and i know You have one helluva quirky sense of humour Yourself.

monty python and the meaning of life... lock stock and 2 smoking barrels... and full metal panic fumoffu... 3 different kinds of humour. british comedy never fails to impress me... whether it's in your face absurdity or the slight mild remark that no one would catch.... it just cracks me up. monty python is never one to hold anything sacred, and basically blasts everything to hell with bawdy, crude, idiotic and disgusting humour that is just a guilty pleasure to behold. LS&2SB was more violent, dark... but at the same time, ridiculously funny at times. i might think snatch was better since i watched it first, but its predecessor isn't without its merits.

and full metal panic. hohoho. i loved the first series. mecha anime with romantic comedy mixed in. ok, not exactly everybody's cup of tea, but it's hillarious watching a teenage sergeant, who's lived, breathed and so part of war that he has trouble blending into everyday life in japan. who'd blast an arcade machine with his own pistol when his game gun ran out of ammo? it's madcap stuff. the perfect stuff for making one laugh after a tough week... =D

a boy and the rain

touch me. wet me.
splatter me. tickle me.
splash me. fall on me.
caress me. cool me.

soak me. hit me.
drench me. laugh at me.
lap at me. get me.
drop on me. ridicule me.

chide me. pour on me.
blast me. scold me.
frighten me. chill me.
batter me. abuse me.

cleanse me. purify me.
talk with me. cajole me.
smile at me. wash me.
forgive me. laugh with me.