Those were the glory days

A new era, a new treble dream

Early this morning, I caught the champions league game between Manchester United and Roma. Man Utd fashionably whacked Roma 7 goals in style. They were aggressive right from the start closing Roma down quickly and challenging for every ball. Heinze and brown played magnificently well in defence and credit to Rooney, Smith, Ronaldo and Carrick too. It was a night were passes were pin point and shooting was accurate. It ranks up together with the nights where United beat Real Madrid 4-3 at home.

But the score also represents a night of 'kelong' in soccer. 7-1? Total goals 8, I wonder how much the payout is. After the whistle, the Roma players must have been gleaming with joy inside their hearts. I always knew Manchester United would win the 2nd leg, esp after I saw Paul Scholes dying to get a red card in the first leg. Barely 30min into the first game, Scholes was ferociously tackling players as if he wanted to get send off. He must have known that the 2nd leg will be bribed in favour of United otherwise why would he want to miss the 2nd leg. Since he knew United would win last night, he therefore got a red card to clear off his suspension.

Also, Chelsea won 2-1 last night thanks to a last min goal from essien. Too good to be true? U bet. God knows how much money the goalkeeper and defenders took from Abramovich. Soccer today is sadly all about money. It is no longer a sport but a movie entertainment. Fifa does not control the soccer world, Ladbrokes live betting is the new Fifa. What a superficial world we live in again.

While sending my clothes to the laundry, I saw a paper pasted on the wall written by somebody which said "To the person who throw his clothes into the washing machine while my clothes were still being washed, you are an inconsiderate person...blah blah.....if you want your clothes back pls come to room blah blah..." I applaud the person who wrote that, he is standing up for many people who have experienced the same problem and it is about time these incorrigible idiots learn a lesson. If such a thing ever happened to me, I would probably throw the clothes in the rubbish bin.

At lunch today, I was thinking back over the years and the friends that I have made. I am proud to say that I had the opportunity to come across many good friends in secondary school, JC, army and NTU. But sadly I also had to come across a few friends that should time ever turn back, I would not want to know them again.

I would like to mention a friend in particular. Some of you might know him and he might read this but to each his own. I shall call him Mr weather because he acts like the weather, when the weather is good in your house he comes to visit you, when it isn't he steers clear of you.

Mr weather is a practical person who believes that money is everything. I give it to Mr weather for having an ambition is life and the amount of effort he puts in to achieve his goals. But what I detest is the way he treats people around him. I remember when Mr weather had an injury to his leg, some people had the heart to help him, driving him around, buying back meals from the canteen. Yet somehow, weatherman did not say a word of thanks to them when he recovered. Somehow everything was forgotten.

Mr weather also likes to boast about his wealth in front of people esp girls. But if my memory serves me correctly, being a friend of his for about two years, he did not even buy me a cup of tea or milo. Speaking of girls, he even went to Church for a gal but when the relationship was over, even God was omitted from his plan. I feel sorry for the girls sometimes, they see one side of weatherman but not the other. I believe that when you like someone, you should accept that person for his/her bad points and not only the good and if you can accept the bad, you can go all the way.

Mr weather once wanted to invest in a business plan and suddenly he started calling his friends around him his 'brothers'. Once again, when all was over and done with, everyone was divorced again.

I find Mr weather very superficial, coming to you only when he needs help or want things to be done. Yes we all use other people in someway but we at least treat our friend to a meal or drink. For all the money Mr weather boast he has, it is an irony that I did not had the luxury of a treat. I know first hand of a few others who have experienced the same problem with Mr weather and many have washed their hands clean on him. I think back on whether it was because of something wrong that I did before to deserve this karma and if that is the case, there is nothing I can do about, otherwise I wish that had circumstances in the past be different, I wouldn't want to know the weatherman again. Mr weather may go far in life next time but I wouldn't be the least bothered, he will never ever earn my respect. As far as I am concern, my 'friendship' with Mr weather was over long time ago and I do not wish to be associated with his name again.

To my friends, when the weatherman comes to visit you, I advice you to wear the correct clothes.

Leeds United are finally out of the relegation zone. Hooray!

A few hours ago I caught the repeat of champions league highlights. There was of course the ugly footage of Manchester United fans being assaulted by the Italian police. Naive people will easily say that it is typical of British fans to behave in unruly behaviour and therefore deserve it. But upon looking at the replay, it seemed that while both sides of fans were taunting each other, only the English fans got the beatings. Women and children were not spared and an eye witness said that a disabled man was beaten. Even when the United fans were on the ground and not being a threat, the Italian police continued to whack them. A female fan filming the scene had her camera confiscated. Thankfully sky sports managed to film the scenes down.

So as usual, both sides have pointed the finger at each other. As for myself, I have this to say about the Italians. Italian people are by far the most racist and fucked up human beings. For the ignorant, black players in the Italian Serie A are often verbally abused by opposition players and fans. Monkey taunts and gestures are often belted out at them. At the 2002 world cup, when Ang Jhun Hwang's header knocked Italy out, Perugia immediately sacked the player in the same week. In Europe, most developed nations have integrated black players in their national squad. As for Italy, throughout history till now, there has not been a single black player in the squad. One wonders how many Negros have Italian citizenship's.

Sure, Italians may be proud of their heritage and national identity, but in a country where crime, racism, mafia and corruption is so prevalent, it makes me doubt whether Roman Catholicism is really the national religion. Italy is predominantly a catholic country, the Vatican headquarters is located in Turin, people regularly go to church on sundays to pray and seek forgiveness but somehow come mondays to saturdays, it seems that they are allowed to switch off and do whatever shit they want.

I hope justice prevails, I hope Manchester United will beat Roma next wednesday and should Roma fans get injured in a riot, well as Catholics themselves, may they forgive the Man United fans.

In a few decades, what is now happening to the polar bears will very soon happen to us. Polar bears today are facing extinction because of global warming, where high temperatures are causing ice-bergs to melt which means that polar bears will have nothing to float on. I feel sorry for animals. They haven't done really anything wrong to us yet we have fuck up their lives so badly. The feeling is akin to someone accusing you of committing something you didn't even do at all. You were not involved yet somehow involuntarily dragged into the situation. So with due respect to animals, I really feel sorry for them for the shit we have given them.

It is not as if global warming isn't a known fact, in fact it has been publicised in the newspaper regularly. Yet politicians choose to settle other layman issues first. I don't think the current situation will ever change and by the time people should start to panic, it will be too late by then.

I was backstabbed so hard and I didn't even know it. Worst of all I was backstabbed by someone who acted so friendly towards me that I never even suspected it at all. I am pissed because one small issue was blown out of proportion by people who have used my situation for their own benefits.

My message is simple. If you wanna threaten me, go ahead and threaten me. I have never feared anyone and I certainly won't back away from any fight. Bring it on. If u wanna talk the walk, u better walk the talk. More details to be updated on my brother blog.

I was having a peaceful sleep, well not exactly peaceful because I dreamt that I was at the airport about to leave for Brunei for my reservist. But anyway my sister called me at 11 45am, I couldn't make out what she was saying because I was still in lala land so she said "u still sleeping ah? Nvm I tok to Dad. " It turns out that there will be a Francis Yip concert in Hong Kong later this month and she asked my Dad if he wanted tickets. At lunch my father told my mother about it and they both agreed to go. My mom asked for the ticket price and my dad said 450 singapore dollars each. My goodness, I cannot believe that my father would actually request to buy the most expensive ticket. $450 I would rather wait for the Dvd to come out, spend the remaining money on shark's fin, abalone and even wage it on Toto.

Over the weekend, I only did one tutorial. I am still trying to motivate myself for the exams but can't seem to find the motivation to do so. I need coffee!

A few months back, Kangli read an article that highlighted the health benefits of eating pineapples. Ever since then he has been acting strange. He behaves like a monkey and a retard at times and I think his crankiness can be attributed to the pineapples. So people pls abstain from it.

On my way up to my room, I saw Wilfred and he was wet all over. I thought he went for a run but it turned out that he was 'pon' at the nie pond and it wasn't his birthday, the reason was because in his four years here he had never been 'pon' so today was his day. Well done mate!

Today at tea-break, Kangli went to be a hero and ordered noodles from the vietnamese stall and he was whining when he found out that the aunty put ketchup in his soup. Seriously, who in the right frame of mind puts ketchup in soup? I really feel that the vietnamese pricks have a break down in their logical thinking. Last time I told them not to put chong they defied me and say must must, good! I can't wait for them to close down.

Afterwhich I went to play soccer and I am now regretting that decision for I made my hamstring injury worst. Thinking back, my mother was right when she discouraged me from playing soccer in primary school. To her soccer is a game where boys run around aimlessly, get themselves injured and dirty. But deep down, I knew she didn't like the idea of me mixing with Malays. My mother and relatives have this assumption that soccer=Malay=Never study=EM3.
To a certain extent, she was right about that. As they say, Mommy knows best. As for now, I am in pain right now, wish I could have a beer and numb the pain.

Yes, I decided to give my blog a face-lift, he deserves it anyway. Also, I created a brother blog for him. His brother will contain only juicy details, scandals and bad-mouthing while this blog will continue to remain family orientated. I know the layout of this blog is similar to Kangli's and I admit it is a bit gay but that monkey refuses to change it. I guess nothing comes without a price.

The past few days have been so humid I am practically sweating everyday. Now, my decision to go over to hall 16 for the air-con is made simpler. I think I shall cut my hair this friday, at least it will make my head cooler. Was thinking of leaving it long like the Italian midfielder Andrea Pirlo but I have to admit I look like a cock with long hair. I kinda like my current armani spike crop.

I am hungry. A hungry Parry is not a happy Parry.

I should have seize the opportunity today,
but I didn't,
instead I let my pride rule over my head,
and I know that one day,
I will live to regret it

I hate to live life with regrets. I have been thinking for a long time about what would happen if one day should the higher beings come and tell me that tomorrow will be my last day on Earth. What should I do for my last day then?

One thing for sure, I would defintely say goodbye to my friends and parents, probably throw a party and have some booze. I will make a trip down to a chinese restaurant and wolf down abalone, crabs and shark's fin soup.

My only regret would be that I was never able to see the seven natural wonders of the world. I certainly wouldn't want to depart from this world without travelling around the world to experience the cultures and see our beautiful Earth.

I need money!

I don't know why but I have this sudden urge to go clubbing. On a positive note, I am proud to say I have abstained from alcohol for a month plus.

Looking through my cupboard earlier today, I realised that I have alot of clothes bought but have yet to wear. I think I am an implusive buyer, buying stuff that I like on the spot but not in need of.

Well whatever.

Today is the official last day of playing poker in hall for this sem. Bo bian, exams coming muz study. Overall I think i might have won a few bucks. I was so happy last night as I finally got my first straight flush of my poker career. My roomie Yip Kangli aka Monkey probably lost 40 over bucks. Sorry man for dragging u to play with us but hey juz remember, Winners don't quit, quitters don't win. Even Yan Fei lost before until he strip naked, haha.

Went to catch the movie 300 today and it was pretty alright, admire the guts these people have in the face of adversity.

Recently my morale is a bit down. I was chatting with Magdalene last night and she thought I was in year 3. A few weeks back, someone also thought I was in year 3. Another person last year thought I was in year 4. Damn it, I can't be looking that old right? I asked my good friend from Army to tell me the truth and he said I look a bit old too. Shit! Let me officially declare it, I am a YEAR 2 student, still young and sweet.

Next week is gonna be a mugging week to prepare for the quiz, I hope I can pull throught. Tech comm presentation is also next monday, I really pray that Mr A as Kangli calls him don't fuck up his part or I might bring him to the crocodile farm near my house and throw him in.

Till then Kopi Siew Dai out.

Another reason why racism still exists today. Muz be the Indians again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IcqQN-SVpg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mvgSiSoj1Oo

The sub-com appreciation dinner last night was fantastic especially since the food was delicious and free! It was also a night to honour residents who performed well in the inter hall recreational and sports games. For the final year students, it was also a farewell to them. I think John gave a very good and inspirational speech. And of course cheers to the unofficial sportsman of the year, Ow Yong Wengfai!

The past few days have been really humid for me, as I lie in bed trying to sleep everynight, I am really tempted to apply for hall 16 next sem to enjoy the air-con. Then again its really hard to change hall after knowing great people around.

As for Kangli, getting scandalous ah, wish you good luck in chasing dumb blonde.

The saying shit happens rang so true to me today when I went for the west side selection. Playing only ten mins and barely touching the ball much, I pulled my hamstring while running back from a corner. Ok la my fault for not warming up before hand, was playing poker in my room before that and won 10 bucks! Anyway the standard for the west side is kinda of poor in my opinion, a lot of players whom I thought were very deserving of a place in the squad didn't turn up, which should have made my stake for a place even easier until that injury. Watching the whole match, I have no doubt I would have made it inside if shit didn't happen. No sour grapes though, I guess what comes around goes around.

After two weeks of playing poker, I have begun to believe that what I have watched on Tv is in fact really possible. I used to think that the straight flushes and Full house that Chow Yun Fatt or Li Nanxing got was all make believe, but after getting full house myself for a total of three times, I declare that it is a reality. Also after seeing Kay Wee win 28 dollars in his first two games, I also believe in beginner's luck.

Oh no I am getting addicted. Fuck.

I can't explain why my performance today was so shaky. By my standards, I should have been more composed. Thankfully the team isn't those that make so much noise whenever one makes a mistake. I think that is why I have begun to love this team, great team spirit around and esp great fighters. Uncle Joey last week knocked a teeth out from a opponent when the opponent tackled him from behind and give the guai lan bin after that. Lucky Uncle Joey is my team mate and not my opponent.

My lack of fitness really showed today and I am now considering whether I should still go for the inter-hall soccer east vs west selection this friday. I wouldn't want to embarass the hall and furthermore the trainings should be quite shag. Tohari Paijan is supposely conducting the trainings and liasing a session for those selected to train together with the Gombak team. I suppose for our area the standard should be easier as compared to the other side comprising of hall 6, 7 , both finalist. Whatever the case, there should be at least two matches to play so I suppose I'll just take it as playing two free matches. Good luck to myself for this friday!

At this moment, I am kinda of pissed off because of one group member in my tech comm project. In short, he is a son of a bitch. I can't see how someone can be so bo chap in project discussions. He can keep silent throughout the whole meeting and unless prompted, he will not say a single word. He does not take a single initiative to even organise anything and doesn't seem worried about deadlines. It pisses me after even further when we give him simple tasks and without even checking, he can straight away reply dunno. Well done la bro, i wish u good luck la. I just send an email to our tutor to shoot u liao, I will fucking bring u down.

Lucky for the past three nights, I won 20 over bucks from black jack and poker so at least my mood isn't that bad yet.