sapped

two days of street in a row totalling to around 6 hours of footy is horrendously tiring. i am a little charred, pretty much aching everywhere and somewhat exhausted, but it's been a great workout.

i have every reason to be happy with my game yesterday. i mean, lau said my game improved. and i think i did play pretty well, if only ending the 3 hour session with just one goal.

today was a more bringing back down to earth kinda thing considering i was on the side which got a hiding each time we played. playing on the astroturf at the cage in kallang, it took a lot of getting used to the new surface. not to mention my left leg is pretty much bruised up because it had an unsual attraction for someone's studs, resulting in one nick on my lower shin (where i had collided with leonard just yesterday) and a blood clot on my big toe.

and my street boots finally decided to die on me, which means more money needs to be spent along with my running shoes.

o well. at least i had fun.

and bloody good exercise.

which superhero are you?

i'm spider-man. muahahaha. *thwip* apologies for the funny looking code. heh.

Your results:
You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man 70% Superman 60% The Flash 60% Robin 57% Catwoman 55% Iron Man 55% Hulk 50% Batman 45% Supergirl 40% Wonder Woman 20% Green Lantern 20%

You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.

Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...

a little distraction...

taking my mind off my new, little conundrum at this point of time, i've picked up something that makes me look forward to transformers the movie (they're coming on the 28th of june! WOOHOO!) just as much as seeing the newest trailer in HD glory.

bumped into david while i was browsing around robinsons at raffles city just now and i picked up the figure for brawl, a nasty little decepticon tank for $20 thanks to david's credit card. heh.

and while it has one glaring glitch and i do have part of a gimmick that doesn't work well, i can't wait to see this fella on the big screen. if the toy is already so bloody detailed, i can't wait to see him transform and blow the living daylights out of some poor autobot.

thank you, michael bay. you've given me a day to look forward to on my calendar.

found this on drew's blog...

Elizabeth Swann: There will come a moment when you will have a chance to show it. To do the right thing.

Jack Sparrow: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.

it's got me thinking...

feeling irresponsible...

Call Me Irresponsible
Michael Bublé

Call me irresponsible.
Call me unreliable.
Throw in undependable too.
Do my foolish alibis bore you?
Well I'm not too clever, I...
I just adore you.

So...

Call me unpredictable.
Tell me I'm impractical.
Rainbows, I'm inclined to pursue.
Call me irresponsible.
Yes, I'm unreliable.
But it's undeniably true
That I'm irresponsibly mad for you.

Do my foolish alibis bore you?
Girl, I'm not too clever, I...
I just adore you.

Call me unpredictable.
Tell me that I'm so impractical.
Rainbows, I'm inclined to pursue.
Go ahead...
Call me irresponsible.
Yes, I'm unreliable.
But it's undeniably true,
I'm irresponsibly mad for you.

You know its true.
Oh baby, you do.

despite my whining, i'm actually liking school...

school may be a pain to think about when it comes to waking up and with all the rubbish coming up, but i am somewhat happy with the stuff we're doing in school.

i'm actually enjoying myself. contrary to my moanings about hauling my carcass to school, the past two lessons have been actually quite fun with some actual writing involved. coming up with leads and writing a story (with more stuff coming up tomorrow) has given me something to mentally wrap my brain around and toy with.

and having an american lecutrer does make a big difference. i don't know how, but somehow it just does.

and while i played longer than i should, i had a really good session of battlefield 2 with the guys. sure, they were only bots, but climbing to the top of the pile in a tank really was a morale booster. the best part was ranking first or second while playing machine gunner while ollie was the driver/gunner. whilst everyone complained that they couldn't hit the broadside of a barn while i was driving (though admittedly i am a hell tank driver... especially when i'm dealing with equal or more formidable foes like another tank or a chopper. ask all the fellas on the same team who i squished by accident. moral of the story? never hang around the tank/ifv/vehicle when in a fire fight if you're an infantryman. something to remember in real life too.), i somehow manage to shred enemy infantry to pieces and riddle enough vehicles with bullets to earn assist scores. coming out tops continuously only made the ego bigger, tho jem had to be a total asshead and forget we were playing as china when he called for artillery strikes on our own outpost and cause us to lose a round. well, it was pretty funny and frantic when we lost our armour capability and had to try and find ways to get back our base. hillarious stuff.

the stuff that sure as hell made me feel much, much better after the last few days.

and before i hop into bed, i just wanna say another big thank you to everyone who's been asking about me. again. i really don't know what i'll do without friends like you guys and girls out there who really do care about this silly lad.

have a good tuesday peeps.

directions needed...

i am kinda lost now.

i'm thankful for the support i'm getting from all corners.

but i just feel that i can't walk away from the darkness.

it's sucking and pulling me in.

and every hand that stretches out to help me out of that sinkhole helps me keep my head above the madness.

i know you guys are watching this space, and i'm really, really grateful for everything. and please don't worry about me. i'll be fine.

but at this point of time, i really don't know what to feel anymore.

getting through day one... but maybe just barely...

$110 lighter thanks to the textbook, i've come through the first day back in school relatively unscathed. but to say that i am bursting with an abundance of energy would be a very huge lie.

as much as i like writing, learning about writing is probably one of the driest forms of academic pursuit.

ever.

well, it's fun to learn new writing techniques. new angles to explore how to write a story. new elements and factors to consider when one phrases and packages the words being used.

but inevitably, the subject matter is dry, and i'd really love to get my hands dirty and just get down to the writing.

and while she's pretty nice and all, the prof won't let me use the lappy in class. guess that means no in-lesson research and "research" plus note taking on ms word, tho at least she speaks with a southern drawl. one more new accent to learn.

wheee. or should i say yee-haw!

in and out and not wanting to go back to school

i don't wanna go back to school tomorrow. bah. i know i've been on a considerable break if i factor in my slacky time during grad project, but i seriously haven't had enough, especially with my usual gangs of accomplices only just breaking free from their chains of exam-induced slavery. i could just scream. the thought of dragging myself back to queenstown is simply pain-inducing while the thought of sitting in class again extremely excruciating.

and it doesn't help that i have bloody saturday lessons. ARGH.

and i haven't been entirely myself lately. with all the nonsense stirring up again with dad's case, i feel myself being immersed back into those waves of resentment and darkness like a biscuit in the morning milo. and i am soaking it up.

i hate the current situation. i hate the unfairness of it all. i hate feeling like dad is a carcass being picked off by those god-forsaken vultures. i hate the damned system that washed their hands off the whole thing like pontius pilate. i hate those vengeful cows that are in turn infusing me with my own desire for revenge.

makes me wish i had my own black suit like spider-man.

roller coaster

champions once more after a barren streak of 4 years. what a feeling. it's not the best feeling to have to attribute a title to arsenal holding chelsea to a draw, but wow. the title is back at old trafford! and we can sing for the champions once more.

but i suppose i hardly feel like a champion now. i feel better thanks to some friends' reassurances, but i feel disappointed at myself for not reacting to something that i should have reacted to. it may have been a unique situation, but i have experienced situations where i have not spoken out or acted when i really should have done so. i'm not a child anymore and i really should act like a real guy if the situation calls for it.

it might not be in my usual nature to be confrontational, but i know i can if i need to. hell, i know i can give as good as i take. but what i need to do is learn to stand up for myself and my friends and family when push comes to shove.

it's a crazy world out there. and i must grow up sometimes. i have to.

song time

well, i'll spare you my rant against united's crash against milan, though i expected it. hats off to milan for a masterful performance that just oozed class.

anyway, i was thinking of posting two songs since my last song post was ages ago, but i think i'll save it for later. big thanks to kelly for the song. i love the lyrics and music and mike bublé just rocks.

Everything
Michael Bublé

You're a falling star, You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to see.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
Cause you're my everything.
yeah, yeah

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

[lyrics nipped from http://www.completealbumlyrics.com]