Well well… Looks like I’m blogging less now that I’m working isn’t it? It probably accounts for 70% of the reason, but not the entirety. (Lets talk about the rest later) Regarding work, it is amazing how the short 3 weeks so far, it was good, much much much more enjoyable than the kind of work I spent doing in the 1.75 years in you know where. Colleagues are nice, and there will be random talks here there on various random topics. The manager is nice too, and sometimes gimme lil’ bit of munchies here & there. The supervisor is nice too, and the person I’m helping is nice too! Ok, there are more females in the dept but that was not the point, hah! Even the guys in there are generally nice, approachable and they don’t treat you like a puny temp staff to be thrown all the shit. Its great to know people remember your names, and I will remember names (if I get to know them in the first place) I’ve been thru many things, and even as a puny temp staff now, calling people by their names still receive great reception. Hey… here is someone who will remember you.

On other news, why am I so busy now? Hahahaha…. Well, I’m re-addicted to DotA. Spent quite a bit of time honing back whatever skills I had in the game, and establishing new mindsets and strategies. Had some fun with my bro I’m definitely not a professional gamer. But I think amongst the casual gamers, I tend to always fall above the average. Yea man… I have a knack of learning games. (Sometimes it is also because I have a big ego… which can be a weakness really… I play to win, ’nuff said)

Finally, about Euros 08, the hot topic now eh… For a soccer fan I had been really quiet about this. None of my supported club’s players are left in the tournament… Many of my predictions went kuku… In fact this do not only apply to me. I mean… so many favorites are now out of the tournament… Portugal… Croatia… Netherlands… To be fair, Russia looked like a dark horse ready to pounce, unbelievable from them. That Arshavin looked like a special little player. Lets continue to watch… Will Germany or Spain now have their way on the glorious path, or will more giant slaying await us?

Hurhur… Where do I start? Right… its BORING work again, hahaha… been doing the same old stuffs again. my gonna-to-be attached helper did not come yet, dunno wad involved in wad project. The longer the delay… the less leftovers there might be left… soon… Crap… Ok I shall slow down.

Actually nothing much happened today, except for… This idiotic faggot of an old auntie… Idiot idiot idiot… just wanna take free bus ride say lah… give excuse… what shouting aloud when questioned why she boarded the bus via the exit door (such that cnt tap the ezlink), scolding in the bus… “I waited for the bus so long you know, 45 minutes. You all don’t want to move in, how I come up. You tell me, how I tap the card.” FARKING IDIOTIC FAGGOT. Yea man… you expect a homogeneous translation of all the passengers in the bus towards the back within 5 seconds of people alighting? And she got a very qian bian look… Jump up the bus via the back door and immediately face behind and ignore the “hello” from the bus conductor. Poor Susan got yelled at for nth for conveying the conductor’s message. Farking hell, if my mood was any worse that faggot will face my wrath… Such idiots should be blasted to oblivion in the depths of hell. Spoil my day…

But of course the great jh came and save my day. By making my pc good to go again On other news, results for Euros 2008 are still going on course with my predictions… not that I made any profit though… boohoo. Portugal looked strong, sprinted out from the get go… can they maintain? hurhur…

In the greatest European night of the year, for a team who only 3 years ago, looked to be a crumbling empire, it was a fitting moment for them to savor the glory, a win they deserved truly.

Before the match, the tension already built up. Half a century after the Munich disaster, and talks of this team potentially being Fergie’s greatest. Plus the stage was set up for Cristiano Ronaldo to strut his talents, after an all conquering season driving Man Utd to the domestic league title. On the other hand, there is Chelsea, one of few opponents the team actually display that bit of fear. Their first shot at a trophy that will determine their direction. Add to that the fact that Chelsea narrowly missed out on the domestic title added more tension.

When all is over, the rest is history. Many teams suffocated under the extravagant wealth of Chelsea, but Manchester United emerge victorious! Cristiano Ronaldo (while he would later on miss an agonizing spotkick), turned up on his greatest match of his career so far, and scored a stunning 42nd goal of his brilliant campaign, a feat bettered only by the best of the best strikers, only that Ronaldo is not even a striker! To add to the celebration, the man himself said in an interview, that he is gonna stay on at the club

And then veteran Ryan Giggs, on a night shattering the appearance record for Man Utd, possibly a feat never to be outdone again, scored the winning goal of the penalty shootout, a fitting reward for one of the best players ever.

And then, Rio Ferdinand, while impressive, had a little off-form in this match. You could feel the tension, at the start of the spotkick, after he got the decision from a coin-toss, had to consult Fergie on whether to go first or second. It was a decision he couldn’t afford to make.

His partner in defence on the other hand, was in imperious form. Nemanja Vidic kept Drogba in his pockets throughout the match. The frustration was clearly seen towards the end when Drogba went to slap Vidic, and deservedly got the marching orders.

Credit to the new signings too. Tevez, Hargreaves, Nani & Anderson all converted their spotkicks. Especially Anderson, who is yet to score for Man Utd in open play. That boy must have balls of steel, as the penalties went into sudden death, to duly convert.

Of course, the big man in goal is a focal point today. Time and again he denied Chelsea (with a little help from the woodwork). More importantly, in the final moment, he parried a Nicolas Anelka spotkick away, to win yet another European medal, a good 13 years after his last one.

And last but not least, the most credit goes to the master tactician, none other than Sir Alex Ferguson. ’nuff said

All right, haven’t been blogging for quite some time, so here is a mega-mix-it-all-up entry that rojak all the random bits of things going on recently. Actually, its not that mega after all… will be short short post.

Well, because, I’m back to insane levels of Guild Wars again, hahaha… Oh manz… If only I am that hardworking for mugging academics, I wouldn’t know where I would be already. That thing has taken up like 2000 hours in the past 3 years of my life. I’m still so passionate about the game its amazing, hahaha. It better not be a detrimental factor to my career (not that I have any now) Oh yea my dearest guild members, you will find a password-protected link on the sidebar over there -> and it is the initials of our guild name. You can make a long-term loan of any of my non-utilized unique equipment as long as it improves our combat capacity

Ok, the second random story is about Mother’s Day. Actually didn’t do much, we went to a particular eating outlet in IMM to sort of like have a dinner, with ermz, a big big family. 11 people me thinks. Don’t want to talk too much about it lah, but the service ain’t very good. Plus… its super ex… I think both of it boils down to it being a special occasion… bleahz

Onto happier things now First, my beloved soccer team won their second successive league title. woot woot. It was a memorable night. I watched the match live on tv. There might be a more comprehensive post on this in 10 more days. Now is not the time to talk about celebrations, hurhur. 1 match at a time guys, 1 match at a time… 1 more match to go, 1 more… BELIEVE!

Finally, about my erm, NSMen life. Well… interesting twists today I had. So the story goes, that I was not notified in any means of the need to book for my non-ICT IPPT. By right I had to have an annual IPPT you see… and of course I was not involved in any in the current window, which is about to end. So I was kinda like ermz, what to do? Better play safe right, since under statutory duty to, else prospects of fine/detention will be staring into my face. So I called the service centre. So this guy answered my query to the above. Yes yes he said all that I need to know, but is all that I already knew, and said oh maybe you know your unit sometimes maybe never notify you. Yes yes duh… I asked him to go check my unit, of coz nvr notify lah… And then the best answer he gave me was… yea your pes status suggests that you are required to go for your IPPT. No qualms about that, no problem… So I went to book… I tried you know… I tried booking online. System pops up error message saying I can only book for an IPPT date after my next birthday. So what did I do? I called again, and this time someone else picked it up, someone who probably knew better what to do. “Thank you Sir, according to our database, you are only required to go for your first IPPT window AFTER your next birthday” This despite ORD-ing more than a year ago. Cool happy response I got, not just because I do not have to go for an IPPT, but it was more a relief of a definitive answer about whether I need to go for an IPPT. No matter how strange the scenario is, oh well, I have another year to train

tatata!

Ok, this post came a lil’ tad late. Hohum, but I don’t care! Yesterday’s match alleviated some of the putrid feeling of the past week, when I just couldn’t bear to visit any soccer sites at all. But now it is all nice and dandy again. The real Man Utd had stood up to be counted when it mattered. Could I believe it? It’s not everyday that you get to trounce Arsenal 4-0. And saying that, Arsenal were lucky to ship only 4 goals.

Just like how Man Utd had no excuses for the derby humiliation last week, Arsenal found no excuses, and indeed… found no answer to the play Man Utd played. It was a pathetic performance from the Gunners. And yet Man Utd did this without Tevez, Giggs, Ronaldo. Why can’t they play like this every week hur? In any case, it has been a long time since Man Utd had a close to world class substitutes bench. With the unpolished gem in Nani, and the seemingly jackpot that is Anderson, the future looks bright indeed. Now, if only there is more forward firepower and future talent… I want Karim Benzema, who happens to ply his trade in Man Utd’s next opponent now, Olympique Lyon. More on that if the opportunity arises, I need to panic over my tutorials now

(Disclaimer: A zealous and passionate account from the perspective of a diehard fan)

This post is dedicated to the best soccer player in the world right now on current form. Born Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro in Madeira, Portugal, on 5th February 1985, the player has just about exhausted all superlatives. Mesmeric, brilliant, dazzling, lustrous, scintillating, magnificent, virtuoso, majestic, effulgent, sensational, maestro, sublime, immaculate. Maybe I’m going over the top here, but he is THAT GOOD. I’ll leave it for you to judge if you have been following soccer news.

A little known teenager when he first signed for Manchester United, World Cup 2006 saw his meteoric rise into a world class footballer. He has not looked back ever since. I have no words to describe his goalscoring exploits as a winger, which no doubt put many a world class strikers to shame. 23 goals for club in the 06/07 season appears to be out of this world coming from a midfielder playing in arguably the toughest league in the world, and so he swept 14 individual honours amidst firing Manchester United to the premiership trophy. But… who would have thought… that was just icing on the cake for what was to follow.

Few people would have imagined at the end of last season, that the lad Ronaldo will go on to better that kind of performance in a sensational year. Fast forward 8 months, he left the world gaping in awe of his abilities again. Pace, power, technique, he has everything. One begins to wonder how the governing body deemed Kaka to be winner of the World Footballer Award in 2007. Ronaldo clearly intends to show how wrong of a move that was. With another 3.5 months of the season yet to come, he has already added 22 goals to his name for 07/08. That is just unbelievable, a feat achieved when he collected his first hat-trick for Manchester United in the clinical demolition of Newcastle on 12th January 2008.

Scarily though, at just 22 years old, Cristiano Ronaldo do not seem to be the finished article yet, a fact that opposing managers must be bemoaning. Polishing his undoubted talents year by year, his unbounded potential for footballing will surely thrust him into the pinnacle of football, if he already isn’t there.

This is getting very sickening. Yes end of year period, yes rainy season. But everyday, without fail… bummer… crap. I hate rain. Don’t even want to go out for lunch in this kind of weather. The irony is that my windows are so rarely open now that you might have thought I’m not home. So I’m pretty much stuck at home for most days.

What had lifted my mood was Arsenal dropping 5 points in 2 games The race is still wide open, erhem. A quick look at the EPL table reaffirms my initial thoughts on the season. Derby to be relegated. Bolton, Fulham & Wigan are the teams on the decline. Everton & Villa to be somewhere there. The Big4 are still top, only surprise was the shockingly dismay results from Tottenham in the initial stages. Man City starting to look like they can’t maintain a sustained challenge now, and Portsmouth will lose players aplenty to the African Cup of Nations, so good luck to them. When Christmas comes around, we will have a clearer picture of which team Santa visits.

Other than that, I finally re-played Guild Wars (a lil’ bit) after like almost 4 months. What to do… no time during school term. For some reason… my albums backlog grew to double digits again! Oh well, clearing other stuffs. Like, I’ve finally watched Rush Hour 3 & Stardust (yes I know I’m a laggard). Both typical commercial entertaining style with patches of comical moments. Off to watch another movie. Till next time, cya.