I am often amused at what stuff that people on Facebook become fans of. I know of friends who are fans of Laughing, fans of Hugs, fans of Google Earth, fans of I love my dad and I love my mum. For goodness sake, you do not have to profess your love for such things on the Internet. You are just portraying yourself as a deprived fool incapable of appreciating things in the real world.


I came across this online, so here goes.


If a barber makes a mistake,

It's a .. NEW STYLE

If an engineer makes a mistake,

It is a .. VENTURE

If parents makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW GENERATION

If a politician makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW LAW

If a scientist makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW INVENTION

If a tailor makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW FASHION

If a teacher makes a mistake,

It is a .. NEW THEORY

If our boss makes a mistake,

It is our .. MISTAKE

If an employee makes a mistake,

It is a .. MISTAKE

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3 jeers to the senseless bureaucratic apparatus that exists in our society. Next month is going to be a very crucial month, where all the outcomes shall be unravelled. Behold.

Cheers. Everyone, let's rejoice in United's win over Arsenal, and also bemoan the chances they let slip.

The crucial point of this blog post - Manchester United 5-2 Tottenham Hotspur. Trailing 0-2 at half-time, United managed to muster belligerent courage and demonstrate ruthless offensive play to destroy Tottenham into a feeble disintegrated assemblage of white shirts in the 2nd half. Without doubt, this whole stunning comeback was incited by the dubious penalty decision. As a Manchester United fan, I dont give a shit. I bet Liverpool whiners will be complaining their asses off. The title is United's to lose.


Several days ago, I went to the Post Office to collect my Driving Licence. Harbouring hope and enthusiasm from the possibilty of driving on my own, I rang up the Car Rental companies in Tampines. To my disgust and dismay, they have certain prerequisites - Minimum 23 years old, and minimum 2 years driving experience. Looks like I am not within the companies' target consumer category. How wonderful. Now I have a license, but no vehicle. No chance of having one at all. Not even to rent for a bloody day. Suck thumb.


Just as the maelstrom of the bird flu has begun to slip off our minds, the new SWINE FLU has emerged to remind us of how animals can strike back, after years of savagely devouring their families. So now it's less pork, and more KFC for me.



Another rejection for me. I have 2 more avenues left to save my ass. And both are still under consideration.


Alright it's time to go. Cheerios!

Because of the fact that I'm not exactly in the mood, compounded by my indolence and lack of time, I shall deliver a short blog post.

First things first, United lost to Everton on penalties. While pundits and experts blabber and blather on the team selection and penalty claim, my emphasis is this - WHY THE F IS RIO FERDINAND CHOSEN TO TAKE THE 2ND PENALTY. I'm flabbergasted and flummoxed at the fact that this shocking event seem to be non-existent. As if Ferdinand did not kick a damn ball. No one actually talked about this, when I feel this is the crucial turning point of the penalty shoot out. Am I really such an insightful critic that I am able to view things in a different light, as compared to the professionals? No idea.

Moving on, the stage is set. The finale is tomorrow. Round 1 of the battle has been completed on April 17, done and dusted. Not the best performance from me, but probably just enough. Tomorrow is the ultimate decider. Final round of the battle. Like they always say, Make or Break. This. Is. It.

Will the ruthless selection process once again decimate my dreams and bury my hopes? Let's pray not.


Cheers, and peace out.

One of my ambitions is to write a novel someday. Not aiming to publish it or whatever, but just want to do it as part of my self-actualization. A goal to work towards. At the moment, I have simply no inspirational topic to even start to write on. Grisham's first book (A Time To Kill) was inspired by his attendance in a trial involving a rape allegation. Wonder what (or who) will be my inspiration. Any ideas?


I have already prepared a battle plan. The showdown is imminent. It is time to wage war, and the stage is set for the final onslaught. 17 April and 21 April are the dates. The fog surrounding my future will be cleared considerably upon the end of the battle. This is the finale, the last surge. Time is not on my side though.


I need to rent a car soon. I have been procrastinating for ages. Need to practise auto car, and also how to properly park in a parking lot. Somebody put the poles, thank you. No, just kidding.


As a result of the birth of the more illustrious Tampines 1, its lesser counterpart, known as Century Square, is now the unwanted, abandoned child of Tampines, on the verge of extinction from consumers' memories. Soon enough, the younger generation will recognise only 2 shopping centres in Tampines, and oh yeah, plus the ulu rundown structural building with the cinema and arcade at the top level. I patronized Century Square on a Saturday, only to be met with the miserable sight of desolation and emptyness. I repeat, a Saturday, not a weekday. Looks like Century Square will soon corrode to become the second East Point, epitome of dullness and boredom. Probably Century Square's saviour will still be its cinema. I would personally recommend that they remove the Amore fitness gym on the top floor of Tampines 1 (Dammit! It only caters for ladies!!!~Wtfscb!!) and replace it with the cinema. Definitely a more shrewd investment move, and maybe even better utilization of space.


Having witnessed the latest addition to Manchester United's horrifying noobcake soccer performances in their 2-1 victory over Sunderland, I believe I have found the decisive weak links in the United team. Before I start, I have never seen Man Utd play so many consecutive matches of gayass pussy displays. It is awfully painful to watch, to be honest.

Back to the main issue, the first weak link is John O'Shea. Ok I believe everyone knows that, so not really an insightful point. He is simply, sub-par. Par being England secondary schoolboys standard.

Secondly, Carrick and Scholes in centre of midfield = Big shit. Both can't defend for nuts, and everytime the opposition attacks, they rummage through Scholes and Carrick as if they were not playing on the pitch, but rather at home watching the match with me. United needs some strong defensive anchorman to stop all these loopholes. Someone needs to protect the defence, because they are perpetually exposed openly to opposition play.

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Ok. Time to chill, and prepare myself. This is it. I want to break free - Queen.

Peace~Cheers.

People tend to drag themselves deeper into issues which they subconsciously know is not right, impossible or plainly unsuitable. The reason is hope. It is the key to the ideals and beliefs within our realms of optimistic thinking, the stimulus that spurs us to reach out for the possible goal. Excessively fixing our sights on the prize and ignoring the circumstances and ramifications, will on the contrary, push us off the edge and send us back into the abyss of disappointment and dejection. Hope can be the spark that we badly need to deliver us from the doldrums, but can also be the blinding factor to our objectives if we go beyond what is rational and pragmatic.

It is thus crucial to attain a delicate balance of idealism and pragmatism. However, I'm a staunch advocate of pragmatism and practical living.
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Mists of uncertainty lies ahead in my rocky path towards the future. Blocked by these clouds of confusion and worry, my visibility is compromised, and I seem to be lost in the labyrinth of good and awry choices. Which path will I embark on, it is still unclear. Nothing is clear, except for the vague goals etched in the mind. Yet as I brood over my choices, doubts begin to emerge over these very aims that I thought was clear-cut right from the start.

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I am still grateful for the fact that I am a civilian. Though not as frequent, I still think about how lucky I am to have my freedom, and my ship is being steered by me myself. Tomorrow I'm going to have a feast. I foresee some Carl's Junior and probably Katong Laksa.

I remember before my driving test, I entered the toilet to witness a mass crowd within the tiny toilet. As I was waiting for my turn, Driving Uncle A tells Driving Uncle B, "you know why Good Friday is good?" Uncle B ignores A. Uncle A continues, "Because it is a holiday!". Uncle A gives a toothy wide grin, while B forces a weak smile on his part, and carries on pee-ing.

Peace. It's Good Friday.

He entered the small cramped room, and noticed that most of the others were already present. Noticing an empty seat right at the back, he sauntered towards it and sat down, making himself as comfortable as it could get. Truth was, the scenario was never going to let him get anywhere near comfortable.

The room was shrouded with deafening silence, interrupted only by the low humming cadence of the air-conditioner. The silence encompassed those who were too anxious to even think, some were in absolute fear such that they could hardly move a muscle, a few were in deep concentration, focused on the challenge ahead, while others having a sanguine mentality, almost bordering on arrogance.

Chewing anxiously on his Wrigley's, his mind swelled with a mix of competing emotions. Confident that he has the ability to overcome the task at hand. Worried that he might commit silly mistakes and thus not attaining his goal. Excited that he can demonstrate skills that reflect his true strengths. Dreading that he might have to further augment his expenditure for lessons if he fails to succeed.

One by one, the people began leaving the room that reeked of nerve-racking unease upon hearing their name announced by the old testers, donned in white but face revealing only blackness from years of boredom at their mundane job. It was 435pm, time to knock off, and all the more impatient these testy irascible testers will become.

Left with only 3 people in the room, he almost felt as if his instructor had failed to actually register his documents for the test. Just as he was pondering the possibilities of his instructor's screw-ups, a typical looking old tester entered the room and called his name. A surge of excitement and adrenaline shot into his bloodstream, as he stood up and marched forward. Here we go.

Entering the car, he switched on the radio, tuned it to 987FM. First song that played was Pussycat Doll's Jai Ho. Nice beats to pump himself up. He began the drive, with the tester initially offering kind words to perhaps alleviate the panic that he has so often encountered. Problem was, he was not even panicking anymore. Instead, he was in a realm of absolute concentration, and could not wait to show him how good he can really be.

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The test went on without anything out of the ordinary. As he made his return back to the starting point, he let out a slight sigh of relief. He followed the tester back to the debriefing room, desperately trying to catch up with the tester's hurried steps, who probably couldn't wait to drink some beer and catch up with old driving fellows at the coffee shop.

Sitting in the room, any feeling of anxiety or excitement has long dissipated. He was just awaiting the results he knew was coming. Just waiting for the black and white on paper. Waiting to see it himself. The tester turned to him, handed over the paper, and said "Look at your mistakes yourself. Bye." So much for de-briefing. He was probably the only one whom did not have a review session with the candidate. Nonetheless, he took the paper, and felt a sense of glee and elation rise up within him. The magic word was ... PASSED.

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Finally no more trips to UBI for lessons. No more manual clutch bullshit. It's gonna be AUTO all the way. No more boring drives around Eunos or the lame circuit. It has all come to an end. And I'm glad I did it in just one try. Finally, I'm a driver.


Wanted to wake up at 4am to catch Man Utd vs FC Porto. But overslept. And thank goodness I did. Coz it was another horrendous performance not worth watching. Disappointing.

Cheers.

April 4 Night - In the final 20 minutes of the match, Liverpool was delivering waves and waves of relentless onslaught upon Fulham's defence, doggedly attempting to breach their stoic defence. The score is 0-0, and I was pleased with the way the match was heading. The clock strikes 90 mins, and Liverpool has yet to break the stalemate. Hopes were high that Fulham will impede Liverpool's chase towards the EPL summit. That was until 2 minutes later, where Fulham's defence finally collapsed. The ball somehow landed at Benayoun's feet after a richochet, and he coolly slots it home. I went WTF, and switched off the television. Disgusted at Liverpool's fortune and also Fulham's downfall at such a late critical stage of the game. Of all times to concede a goal.

April 5 Night - In the final 20 minutes of the match, Manchester United trail Aston Villa 1-2. It was a deserved lead, after a dilligent and efficient performance from Villa. Their cause was further aided by United's sub-par display that mirrored a lower-division side. It was simply horrid to watch, and I thought that only Forlan was good at giving the ball away. Apparently there were around 6 Forlans on that pitch up to that point. 80th minute, and out of the blue, Ronaldo hits a weak yet precise shot towards goal,one that rolled past Friedel's outstretched arm and went into the bottom corner of the net. Game On. 2-2. And 12 minutes after that, the magic moment arrived. 17 year old F. Macheda, turns on the ball, and curls at delightful ball past Friedel's left, and into the net. Old Trafford erupts into a wild boisterous celebration. Another match to add to United's stunning collection of almost impossible comebacks. 3-2.

Great 2 nights of football, and I honestly thought United were heading for defeat. Manchester United are a weak footballing unit without the presence of Rio, Vidic and Rooney. Scholes and Berbatov are actually optional at the moment. Rooney is key.

Alright enough of football.

Today I heard the best thing from somebody in years, and this somebody I hardly even know. The Charisma.


Tomorrow is my driving test. THIS IS IT DAMMIT. Need. to. focus.

Cheers.