Wednesday, November 29
lost (episode 3122)i can settle for being happy now that you are, and i am. but i still am lost.
i've got so many things to say. but i think the last thing you need now is more pressure. but i don't want to lose you again. but then again, can't lose what you never had. nothing's killing me but myself. so all in all, still lost.
at times i just wanna run away. or hide for a little while. but i'm too weak for that. you'd have probably guessed it too.
show me the way. i'll follow.
Friday, November 24
in the beginning 'twas a time where the epl was shown on free-to-air, on a channel that used to be known as "premiere 12". subsequently though, the channel came to become known as "sportscity" (is it?) and the become the "central" today, minus the free football.
but before any epl, the first time i ever watched football was euro 96. hosted in england too, i'd remember, and the names of the various stadia, i remember, caught my eye.
"stamford bridge" wasn't one of those, to be honest. in fact chelsea were a pretty small club with a pretty small stadia, and thus i doubt it was used for any euro matches.
and it was on premiere 12 too, that i caught my first club game. wasn't an epl game, but a champions league game between arsenal and benfica. and then i remember the manyoo and arsenal game where giggs did that now-fabled slalom run and goal thing past the entire arsenal defence. a true moment of awakening, but for some reason i couldn't comprehend i could name the entire manyoo first team (schmeichel, pallister, cole etc.), but i never ever considered myself a fan. (thank heavens!)
and it was at a random shop in bedok central where i first realised that they actually sell those football jerseys! they were all fake, but i couldn't tell the difference in the past. manyoo's had "sharp viewcam" on the front, west ham's had "dagenham motors" and there, this blue jersey with the "cools" caught my eye.
i had got my mum to buy me that blue thing, without even actually knowing what team it was. does sound subverted doesn't it.
and the rest, as they say, is history.
Wednesday, November 22
even if.slower,
even if i'm dying to let you know. and to tell you every little bit that's gone through my mind.
slowly, slowly,
take all the time you need. for i have the time of day and i'll promise to be near.
even if you decide to go back.
i know we'll make it anywhere
away from here.
Friday, November 17
to find a wayone way to love is to seek gratification not in mere possession but in the security of the knowledge that at the end of the day maybe this selflessness can be appreciated in some shape or form. a form so exalted, and through it all never quite as tough.
grounded in dreams and the intangible, yet with pain ever so real.
and all in the pursuit of things small as a smile, a laugh, from the subject of such love.
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sounds sweet and beautiful, and laced with the altruistic ideal of giving one's own soul up for just one moment of another's happiness. never quite the smartest way to love.
but i'd still.
if i could be just a little bit selfish just for a while, i'll say please choose what you imagine to be what you'll be most happy with months and years down the road, rather than simply the easiest decision. should you finally decide that you're gonna stick with it anyway, please let me know still. whatever it is, it's hard to say what happened, but i knew no better way than to have did what i've done. there could only be so much i can do, and so much i can love. but if it's not enough still i guess i can still force a weary smile, and a little thanks for being the special one that you are.
from the bogus best friend, with lots of love and then some.
Saturday, November 11
whatever "advocating architect" means..move your mouse cursor over to the different colours and wait for about a second to see what it all means. pretty cool really.
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shoutouts:
soph: no lah! as said in the post, computer referees are supposed to eliminate almost all chance of any error and thus make the sport a pure competition of athleticism and skill, not a farce that has its results determined by the whistle of incompetent men as it so often is. and so computer refs are meant to help the players, not replace them.
jfttc: yeah life now is damn boring. it's like reality is really setting in. soa times was like no worries about anything, spending our days bitching about that someone and laughing. now got duty, truck manifest and this and that.
aqe: i know what you did last wednesday (summer). haha. now i know. therefore, i shall be yours for that special day then, is that good enough compensation? (you bet!) hahah.
Thursday, November 9
an old magiciana wistful look back at the store,
of simple wood and bricks of red.
the creaking of the door so strong,
the warm whiff of the fireplace.
'twas a place big enough for one,
away from all land, humans and shores.
a warm cloister, a hideaway,
a sanctuary, was this little toy store.
there, lived an old, plain-looking hermit,
and all his objects of love, so very sweet.
he wasn't one to catch the eye,
with his disheveled skin and all, his time appeared nigh.
but through the coughing, and a build that got more frail,
burnt a flame of passion that seemed to never fail.
his eyes would twinkle with a youthful glow
when the magic fingers are in full flow.
goblins that would jump and yell,
and dolls who could comb their own hair.
and dragons that would breathe fire and scream hell,
and laughing, dancing teddy bears.
his latest toy was the magnificent castle,
opulence oozing from the thrones and cells and gates.
lifelike princes and pirates and beautiful court-ladies,
damn, it could even levitate.
all he had ever known and loved,
were these offspring from his wrinkled hands.
he would hold his creations to his breast,
and proclaim with joy not many understand.
and wipe the dust off his prized creations
unfailingly each day with utmost affection.
it was thought that romance would prevail,
that this little cave-hole could rack up the big sales.
but as the poor man's health began to fail,
along came the conglomerates upon his trail.
awashed with visits and phone calls and mails,
all trying to hang upon the old man's coattails.
on his deathbed he still laid sobbing,
the tears had dimmed his eyes so far.
none to fear! for no one is near,
in this exclusive hospital ward in qatar.
his final moments were spent in a sorrowful reminiscence,
as he hummed to the tune little pony made.
the tv went on in a forlorn monologue,
as the machines became softer.
as the castle that the hermit made got
it's 120 seconds on air,
the man with the magic toys felt
his guts laid bare.
Monday, November 6
my brilliant solution to bad refs(i have posted the below in a serious football forum, for intelligent debate i emphasise.)---------------
Subject: my brilliant solution to bad refs..
Remove them altogether.
That's just an interesting view I conceived anyway. With all the talk on using technology in officiating, why can't we just make use of computerised refereeing? After all, with all the referee-bashing going on, who would want to be a ref in future?
Assuming they can get the technology up to scratch, dubious offside and goal-line incidents can potentially be eliminated. The system can also be programmed to such an effect that there's a pre-programmed set of standards that it follows, removing the problem of inconsistencies and whereby a challenge is a yellow in one match and nothing in another.
If we wanna take this further, we can even go to the extent of attaching microchips to players, with the intention of judging intent in going for every challenge. For example, if player H intentionally wants to hurt player C, his blood pressure or heartbeat or some obscure stat about his body may be different from when he's making a normal challenge. And thus from there we can judge intent by measuring this stat against what it is in an average, normal challenge.
And for diving, let's say if player R goes to ground in the penalty area when the contact put upon him by the defender is less than 'x' newtons, he will be automatically booked for diving.
There's no one for players to argue with or crowd around too. Managers then have the right to contest decision about twice or thrice in a game, a bit like the way tennis goes these days, and a panel of 7-10 judges, separated in different rooms with access to different camera angles will make a decision in 30 seconds to 1 minute. With nothing else to distract players from the football itself it could come as a very welcome water break.
A game of football would then be truly be a match of skill, determination, without much of the brouhaha about mistakes and bad refereeing and diving that we see in today's game. It's a purist's dream maybe.
But then again, that takes much of the fun out of watching football perhaps. I for one always look forward to hearing what Jose says when we're a victim of crap refereeing. (Pretty often I would add)
Views anyone? A long long shot, kinda like building castles in the air, but with technology nowadays it seems like nothing is impossible.
Views please. :D
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disclaimer: the abovementioned information is my brainchild, and this appearing on my blog, means that the author reserve the copyright to it. the author reserves the right to compensation should the idea be taken up by FIFA.
