well i'll be....

ok, i never, ever, in my right mind would even think about even associating the word like with powerpuff girls. ok fine, the prouder side of my masculinity wouldn't even admit to watching it once in a while last time when i was free as heck. but grow them up, throw in other manga-rized cartoon network staples that just look so freaking cool, and you get this. seriously. click it. i loved it. hahaha. the art style just blew me away, and seeing cartoon network characters like that... kinda reminds me of megaman's art direction, a game series that i've grown up on... absolutely cool, brilliant, and downright fun to read. so watcha waiting for? move your mouse up to the coloured link and click! =)

missed chances

finally managed to get myself a good morning's worth of ball games. a little disappointed with my street soccer when i missed 4 great chances to score... 2 horribly off target, 1 shot straight at the keeper with the subsequent rebound by jem hitting the post and one good chance prevented because i dwelled too long on the ball. at least the play-breaking part of my game was alright... the others said i pretty much ruffled the ball player in each of the team's we played. all in all, the shooting practice required aside, a pretty fulfilling morning of sweat.

all i need to do is hope my archilles strains quickly go away. ouch.

it's always someone else's fault, isn't it?

wow. i'm one post away from post number one hundred here on blogspot. incredible. anyway.

ok, sue me for eavesdropping, but it's hard to ignore a guy bitching about his girlfriend when you're just walking in front of him and he's not making any attempt whatsoever to hide his frustration telling his friend his whole sop story. anyway, it seemed like this fella just couldn't stop listing out fault after fault of his girlfriend. can't understand him. can't understand that exams in uni are so much more taxing than poly. can't wait to celebrate anniversary another day. can't find company other than him cos she has no friends. can't understand that gym is indispensable to him?!

geez. even a typically boyish guy like me can tell that he's making all the cardinal sins in a relationship. ok, i have the benefit of hindsight, and i have made these mistakes before, but i seriously pity the girl. sure, everyone wants private time to themselves. we all need time out to study. but i think if you're in a relationship, you've gotta commit. sometimes it's not so simple, but come on. it's obvious the girl loves you, she goes out of the way to cook for you, and you're just reducing her effort to nothing more than an annoyance to you? the nerve. i think if one can't commit, one should quit the relationship than do the poor other party such a major injustice and diminish their efforts to love you. love isn't a feeling, it's a decision we make. it induces feelings of pleasure and warmth, but we choose the people we wish to love. it's an action. it requires a conscious effort.

what strikes me even more is that the bonehead couldn't even fault himself. why can't she be like this? why can't she be like that? seriously. the whole world doesn't revolve around one man. i mean come on. are people so full of themselves that they just cannot see themselves as the wrongful party? we're all prone to our human failings, no doubt i could be just judging someone who could've been worked up into a ranting mode, but i just feel it went a little too far. at least be a man and not blame everything on the poor lass. some people just don't know how much they have...

precious time...

when time flies, it can mean that you're having the time of your life. or that you're just idling and letting it slip through your fingers like sand through an hourglass without a clue that precious seconds are just ticking away, lost in the desert of times long gone. the only grains we retain are the specks that dwell on in our memories.

however small, these specks of sand are invaluable, greater than than most sparkling of diamonds. for these minute particles contain all our joys and sadness, failings and acheivements. dreams spoilt and lessons learned. pride-filled moments and the most humbling experiences. our deepest regrets and greatest triumphs. weakness and strength. life and death. hate and love.

what kind of memories are we keeping back today? hopefully something precious that we can cherish when we open up our little treasure troves whenever we reflect back on things past and gone.

another oldie...

amidst all the craziness, i just thought i'd share another oldie from the lumps of oldies i've been digging up... though i guess most people should be familiar with this thanks to a certain michael buble, but nonetheless i love the drifters. enjoy... with more oldies to come in the future for sure =)

Save The Last Dance For Me
The Drifters

You can dance
Ev'ry dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye
Let him hold you tight
You can smile
Ev'ry smile for the man who held your hand
'Neath the pale moonlight
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm

Oh, I know (oh, I know)
That the music's fine
Like sparkling wine
Go and have your fun
Laugh and sing
But while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm

Baby, don't you know
I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never, never let you go
I love you oh so much

You can dance (you can dance)
Go and carry on
'Til the night is gone
And it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone
Can he take you home you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's you're gonna be
So, darlin', save the last dance for me

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arm's your gonna be
So, darlin', save the last dance for me, mmmm

Save the last dance for me, mmmm-hummmm
Save the last dance for me, mmmm

God, You better be reading this...

Dear God,

I'm willing to bet every single cent I have that You're up there just laughing at me from Your celestial lazee-boy. You were probably laughing Your head off when I got my physics quiz results just now, giving me that 10 out of 14 after making me squirm whenever I thought about that quiz during the 3 weeks in between. This morning too, when United beat Wigan in very literally, the last minute of the game. You were just waiting to see the joy on my face after watching with bated breath for the game to just end before You sprang that ball at Chimbonda which trickled into the net. You probably had a hand in that. Literally.

Then again, You've always been springing surprise after surprise after surprise on me, haven't You? From the times when hope seemed lost, to the startling revelations in life and sudden reversals in fortunes. Just like You did in the above. I can't possibly name them all can I?

Anyway, I just wanna say this: Thanks. And I love You too. Always.

Your loving son,
Greg

PS And I suppose You were in raptures when I said that prayer and got my chem quiz weren't you? Geez. I can't believe You sometimes.

football doesn't get more cruel than this...

poor wigan athletic. just when they were on the verge of clinching a valuable point against a poor manchester united side in a game they deserved to win, fate dealt them a cruel, cruel blow that will even leave the united fans wincing for them. 92 minutes into the contest with a minute to go, united somehow got the ball to louis saha in the penalty area. the resulting shot goes off the left upright, but fate conspired somehow to have wigan's star defender of the night in the path of the rebound. the ball bounced off chimbonda's chest and into the empty net.

even the most die hard united fan must be feeling the smallest shred of sympathy for chimbonda, whose good performance on the night was ended with a desperate swipe in the air at the ball he accidentally put into his own net. it's a crying shame that a poor man united could nip such an unlikely escape, and wigan definitely deserved more than the 0 points they got out of a sterling performance that was otherwise devoid of luck.

intoxicating nostalgia

the good old days. ah. how i miss thee. the days when life was, arguably, so much simpler. back when all we had to do was study, play and pray. nowadays it just seems like study study study should be the way of life, though admitedly i'm still more lodged in the good old day mentality. back when pride was everything when associated with a uniform, when we'd all spend countless hours just getting our boots to reflect light like polished obsidian. when wearing the guard of honour uniform was a truly untainted honour bestowed upon the best, the creme de la creme.

back when friendships were much more concrete and simple, without the complex intricacies of a more grown up relationship. when we were all carefree, without a care in the world, to just do what made us happy. when teachers really did care about us, and were there to aid us as we stumbled through the time in their charge. when communication was so much simpler, without the polictical machinations and ulterior meanings that lie beneath the words, pleasure and displeasure expressed clearly and without repression and the fear of repercussion brushed aside.
back when i loved my school and everything it stood for. when passion was unbridled and raw without other intent. i yearn for the days when i could sing my school song with pride and gusto, without the slightest hint doubt about the words that were uttered from my mouth.

times have changed. so have i. the little boy in the white uniform has passed through wearing shorts, long pants, 2 different uniforms, and now thrust into the race of varsity life. aye, life goes on. but the spirit within never changes. it never falters, it never alters. it will go on, despite those yearnings, lest its owner gets left behind in the dust, left behind wondering where the world has gone without him.