Looking for a light

This one week break is proving to be useful, went to ctach the Breakup yesterdae at Cathay, wasnt too impressed with the decor lar, i mean its nice but nothing I cannot find in the heartlands like Tampines. The show was a total disappointment, byeyond some bright sparks, thought the acapella part involving the family was cool, but overall, basket realli cannot make it, seriously stoopid. NOT THE COMPANY K. just the show.Damn should have trusted the girls, then again the only other show I would have watched would have been Barnyard animals, which looks realli funny.

Dinner was much better, had it at this place called fig and olive was realli quite nice, and I would say affordable too. 23 bux got me and uni a very decent meal.

Other than dat started my FM 2006 again during the break, and finished my first season at Man U yesterdae, which ended trophyless, 3 pts short of the EPL, and lost the final 3-2, in the freakin 120th minute of extra time, Obafemi Martins pops up to score off the post. Basket, was realli sad man. But well I hav rebuilt my squad with a cheap acquisition of Joey Barton as back up to Carrick, and also 2 big money buys, Carlos Tevez upfront, and Joaquin on the wings. so the next season looks realli promising lar, hope I can win a cup or two, hahahaha. Unfortunately first up for the season will be Chelski. Oh well.

Today's the last training for this part of season, I guess its good all of us can take a long rest and concentrate on studies, on my part it will be a lot of planning for when pre-season comes along. For now, its off to Bintan on Saturday, so buggies and laser quest here I come. Time to spruce up this place with some pics as well.

Out.

posted by Me @ 10:56 AM 0 comments

Today, I made my riskiest gamble in a long time, something inside me still tells me it was a crazy thing, a crazy risk to take, but I'm proud i did it, and there's a quiet confidence in me that it was the right thing to do.

20 years from now I may look at it like it was a blunder, or it may have been a great stroke of genius. I guess only time will tell.

Out.

posted by Me @ 10:43 PM 0 comments

Passerby asked me how I changed my passion for playing to coaching. Very good question, so much so I think I can only answer by posting, and not by tagging, its too long, u noe me lar, man of many many words.

Anyways, for those who don't know I've been involved in sports for a long time, ever since primary 3, but my involvement in soccer proper started only in sec. 1 cos there was no soccer in primary school. oh well. Anyways, soccer in RI was basically just in sec 2, which was a stoopid absolutely useless experience which convinced me dat playing for another school would be a better option. No, its not cos of the company or the team, the team was filled with great ppl, but more because of the coach.

Anyways soccer was shut down when I was in sec 3 and 4. So it was just playing in the astro-turf, which was very very fun. In sec 4 we had the inter class soccer with a trophy, class jerseys and all, and 4K (my class) won it! What a feeling, lifting that trophy at the astro turf to the cheers of the 20 odd ppl left in the class, since about 10 of us were in the team already. Little was I to know, something similar, just at a much bigger scale, was gonna happen soon.

Anyways went to VJ to play to soccer, and indeed with god's blessings, I spent the two years in the first team, and winning two championships, one as captain. Realli, if not for my teammates and mr tan and God, I wouldnt have come close.

In NS, I was back playing rugby, just as i was in 4 years in RI, and managed to win the police 7s, before I decided the game was just not for me, having dislocated both my shoulders weeks apart from each other. dat was it for me.

Anyways, enough about my history but to answer the question, I must first say dat I love the sport of soccer a lot a lot, but im not a very good player, im decent at best lar (those of you who think im being modest, im not hor, and u noe dat). But I always play with my heart on my sleeve, and playing with the awesome team I had, and being their captain in '02 made me realise that what i loved more than the sport itself was interactin with ppl, and helping them realise their dreams. I was lucky having gone to 6 national finals, but for some of the guys on the team it was their first time, and i was glad i was there to make it a memorable one. So my passion is realli in dealing with the people, not realli leading them, but just in trying to make a positive difference to them and with them.

So coaching came just as a natural thing, it still hinges on the principles of dealing with people and helping them. And of cos coaching in the sport of soccer allowed me to do it more efficiently. I realise this runs in other aspects of life such as during tuition too, cos I love interacting with the kids and nothing feels better than when they score brilliantly for their exams. So yeah, passion for the sport is a constant. But more than that is the passion for the people and sticking to my values and beliefs, which has allowed what seems to be a seamless transition for me.

Of cos most guys my age would still love to play, and for me yes of cos I do still wanna play, but I have turned the chapter, and have made a relatively early start to coaching. Which has left me with no regrets. I would do anything for my team back in 01 and 02, and right now I would still do the same for this team, and I hope dat one day they would wanna do the same for me. Kinda a cycle kinda thingey.

Yeah, hope dat somewhat answers the question, passerby.

Thanx for "passing by" =p

Out.

posted by Me @ 9:49 PM 0 comments

Today I thought about how thankless life can be, and how eveyrbody thinks so, evreybody thinks that they are not being shown the gratitude that they deserve but ultimately, I think the ones that are patient and selfless enough to give and not expect anything will get what they want. I mean its no point realli getting a thank you just because you feel u should get it rite?

So well, I think trudging to life lately has been confusing, sometimes I feel like not doing the things I do, because I'm not getting much materialistically outta it. But rite after dat I slap myslef in the face and tell myself dat dat is the biggest pile of shit dats come out of my mouth in a long time. Aiyoh, I hate it when I get all selfish and all, seriously, i've come a long way from being the self centred prick I was back in primary and lower secondary. Then again I'm already 22 so its high time. Well, i know some of us still think dat im a bit self centred, ok, sorry lar, budden I think u are prob rite. I mean its hard not being even a little self centred in a country like singapore. But one thing I'e learnt is realli to do things for people dat make me happy.

As some of you know, I do not like taking rides from people, mainly cos damn pai seh, and also cos my dad almost never gives me rides. Good and bad lar. Good cos i have mastered the public transport system and am now relatively streetsmart. Bad when u go thru schools like VJC and RI, where ppl get driven everywhere. Sometimes I just feel it would be nice to se my parents drive up to fetch me from somewhere, but it never happens, perhaps except when my dad sees me at the mosque after prayers and he gives me a lift back home, which is one bus stop away.

Alright enough about my dad lar, makes me angry at times, I was realli inspired by the stroy of the Malaysian Dad who carries his son, yes literally carries his son to the doctor everyday cos of his son's paralysis since an accident. It was realli inspiring and I told myself, dats the sort of dad I would wanna be. Not of cos to spoil my child, but to give him a helping hand anytime he needs one.

I feel crappy when i see ppl getting lifts from their parents, but mostly its cos i noe i dont get one, and not cos I feel that they are pampered or something lar. I mean after a long day, a lift would be good. I rem one day in sec 3, when i hurt my ankle asnd asked my dad if he could give me a lift from eunos mrt cos my leg realli hurt after rugby, and he said no. Tell u man, scarred for life. Simei to Eunos, 15 min max. Also cannot. Tsk tsk.

And dats kinda why i feel damn pai seh to hitch rides and stuff. Cos my dad has always made me feel taking a ride is like free loading. ok he may not have intended it but it has left me dat impression.

Ok enough man, im getting too angry for my own good.

Out.

posted by Me @ 11:24 PM 0 comments

posted by Me @ 11:24 PM 0 comments