what's there to say?

And so here I sit, having reached home at 11pm after a lesson from 8.00am to 9.30am and a breakfast at McDonald's. I'm feeling guilty now having skipped my 1.35pm lesson because I didn't want to do nothing in school for 4 hours. Therefore, I blog to drown my sorrows.

Maybe not. I'm actually blogging because purple paedophilic dinosaurs with green bellies (think: Barney) are landing on Mother Earth from space and they're here to rob every living human of his/her left thumb so that they can form a gigantic secret weapon to abduct all the kiddos back to space. And I am in charge of warning everyone about this unusual occurrence.

Hahaha...

Well, actually apart from feeling guilty, I am listening to a piece of Dutch rap which I find to be catchy and cool in a cool kind of manner. I had always liked Holland since I was... 9? or so because I used to have Dutch friends on GunBound. Another part of the reason was because I like orange and I like the Dutch football team. So there you, I like everything related to Holland and my pencil case is a great example of my love for anything Dutch.

So there you go, this is the Dutch rap that is really great:

Presenting... Darryl ft. Ali B, Soumia & Rio (Ryan Babel) - Eeeyeeyo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_4LmwmQqrA
(Matthew: "eh the song is i show you one lor")

Cool right? So what else is there to say? I just played DotA and went beyond godlike with viper before dying (14/1 EHEHEHEHEHHEHE) but whatever, that's not a big deal.

Oh, and one more thing.

I'm bored and going to take a 6 hour long nap.

adventures

Attempts to study had been severely impeded. However, there has been a slight progress as I have covered two topics of Chemistry after four gruelling days.

On the bright side, however, these five days have been rather relaxed and laid back as I get to wake up at 6.30am everyday. This effectively means that I get to sleep later at night which effectively means that I can play the extra game of DotA. Now, why do I play so much?

Well, that's an easy question to answer...

1. I am lazy to study
2. There is nothing else for me to do. Not on MSN, nor on the TV.

Now, this lifestyle might seem boring, mundane or even slack to many people but the truth is, I enrich this life of mine with other stuffs, like on YouTube. Here are some videos which I would like to share with all my revered readers out there. These are the videos that I find funny and they have the uncanny ability to make me laugh. Then again, I laugh at almost everything. But ignoring that fact, allow me to present to you

#1. Hokkien Star Wars (I know its abit old)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tbJ4HavnKE

#2. Prank Call (very funny but slightly vulgar)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmhxl0bRk5c

#3. Teletubbies
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k45CeBlNB7w

#4. Lord of The Rings
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QAlt4Sfl7Q

Err I should think that’s about all there is for now because I can’t remember many others off-hand. And Heroes Volume 3 will be out in about 4 more days I think. So I think maybe it would be a great opportunity to stop DotA for a while and re-watch Season 1 Volume 1 and Season 2 Volume 2 all over again.

Hmmmm…

i miss you

It's been a hell of a torture without you.

We had been together for around eight years already, so why do we have to split up now? It has only been about one month since it happened, but I survived. And all these has left me gasping for air everytime I take a deep breath.

Every night when I fall asleep, I could always feel you by my side. Forever there for me, never ceasing to be there when I need you to be.

They say all good things must come to an end; what goes up must come down. So why do we have to end this way?

I know this is all my fault. I never should have let my mom know about you. Perhaps she feels I'm too young for this addiction and maybe that's her reason for throwing you out and breaking us up. I don't hate her for all that she has done because maybe it really is for my own good.

But I know that deep down in my heart, I still love you and should I ever see you again, I would love to have you back with me once again.

Because every moment, every second without you is hell for me. Like they say, I can't breathe without you.

I miss you.

My dearest.




















VICKS VAPORUB.

ready to rule the world

After spending a gruelling hour or so on blogger.com trying to add the new tagboard, I must say that it was definitely a mind boggling, mentally taxing and physically straining new experience for me, most well known for my HTML skilz. Or rather, lack thereof.

Overall, I am very pleased with my handling of this tight situation and how I maneuvered myself around the tight corners, consistently tabbing between cbox.com and blogger.com. This also brings out the perseverance and determination in me to strive for something hard to get. Also, it just shows that I’m very very bored, with nothing better to do.

People say that only the brave can conquer the fear. Going by that logic, I am proud to declare myself the official Brave Warrior of Western Singapore, the one who has conquered his fear since he was 10 – the hideous monster we now know as HTML.

And now, armed with a professionally made tagboard, Alvan is ready to rule the blogosphere.

sir cheng

A great friend, a renowned mover of mountains and an outstanding jeopardiser of grand plans.

That's right, folks, that's Cheng Jian Wei Matthew for you. Born on the 10th of July in the year 1992, what was once an innocent young baby soon evolved into a charming thin bespectacled sleeper/whiner. He never fails to pounce at every single opportunity to send himself off on a seemingly never-ending "rest" - be it from 7pm to 11pm, 5pm to 3am or even 3am to 4pm!

Every cloud has a silver lining. In Sir Cheng's case, his cloud is actually a dark cloud painted white. As the saying goes, "behind every pro skilz dota player lies a crooked self within". Being the pro skilz dota player that Jian Wei is, he naturally has an evil side to him - he's a jeopardiser.

But why do I say so? More than often, our grand schemes and grand plans were always on the brink of being hatched when The Jeopardiser (i.e. see title of this post) would come out with excuses to avoid hatching the plan or scheme. Trust me, I have been on the receiving end of his Jeopardising countless times already and I have learnt a few tricks of the trade from the master himself. These include the quotes below:

"Aiya, just go home la......" *insert a sly glint in your eye*
"Why... Why must? Tell me why!" *pretend to be inquisitive*
"Don't want, I want to go home and sleep" *insert gay smile*
"Walao... I'm supposed to be sick leh!" *pretends to be sick and fails*
"Oi! Raining leh!"

Today, on this splendid day, we originally planned to study for Chemistry together after a good game of football. But no.... The Jeopardiser just HAS to saunter along with his bagpack, complain about the rain, about the lack of people playing football (when I point out that there are alot of people, he complains about there being only Sec 1s and 2s) and of course, about the PSP running out of battery when HE'S THE ONE WHO MADE IT RUN OUT OF BATTERY. Naturally, when I point that out, Sir Cheng (being the top-notch philosopher that he always was) reasoned that it was my fault that I didn't bring a charger. I had to agree with that.

As such, nothing was achieved today. No football, no studying. Just when I was finally settling down to study FOR ONCE, my plans for the day have been JEOPARDISED.

What's new?

Oh no man, Matthew, disappointment sia...

the love of my life

warning!: (fairly) serious post

I love my family, as well as my friends. At the same time, I also love someone out of the ordinary on the same level as "family" and "friends"

Meet my friend, the Ball.

Football has been my friend since the tender age of 9. What started out as mindless senseless kicking of a round object soon evolved into a great passion and love for the sport. This was also driven by my primary 3 friends and my father, all of whom were (and still are, though maybe to a smaller extent) great fans of football.

There are people who can't live without music, others can't live without food and there are also some that can't live without sleeping from 2am to 3.40pm on a daily basis (hint: cjwm). I, for one, can't live without football.

I played football through my primary school days nearly everyday, constantly skipping lunch, recess or even science remedials just to play an extra match of The Beautiful Game. I played it when my uniform was mudstained, when my knees were grazed by the grass and even with my arm in a cast from an injury.

I started out as a striker upon realising I had this fortunate (or unfortunate, depending on how you choose to view it) knack for putting the Ball into net from tight situations. Ah, in the primary 6 inter-class tournament, yours truly bagged 4 goals in the first game, scored 1 and created another for captain Sean Lim in the semi-final before going on to miss a penalty. Since then, I never could take penalties. And I never could score as freely as ever again.

In secondary school, there was Sir Cheng. We would play football everyday together, skipping lunch and recess just like before. Even when there were tests, we would zoom over to Junction 8 the day before, buy a new ball, play by ourselves till 7pm in the evening before going home. As for our tests, we always did surprisingly well *signals for applause soundtrack*.

Soon, we began to realise that we couldn't score goals and so we began to gravitate towards dribbling. And wow, were we good at that. But it wasn't long after that we realised dribbling can't win us games, a lesson we wouldn't have learnt if not for Joga Bonito in 2006. The tournament really showed us that passing is indeed the way to go and to play the game well, we have to pass the Ball fast. And it was also the turning point of our "career" whereby we improved by leaps and bounds after that. On a side note, I was the star of Bedok. HEHEHE.

Following that, we joined many more tournaments from outside and we realised that we weren't that bad after all. As in, we could match those people whom we were pitted against, younger or older. Only thing was, we needed a scorer. But that scorer never came.

Revered audience, now you might question the motive of this post. Ask, and you shall be given. As such, I shall give the motives to you.

1. celebrate my passion for football
2. i'm feeling abit distraught having not played football for close to 3 months
3. nothing else to talk about

The love of my life is football, and it always will be.

Not forgetting Delilah, too.

EHEHE.

nothing to say

Hello everybody, I am blogging (evidently) early in the morning because I just played two rounds of DotA on Lordaeron and now I have to prepare to go to school for history lesson. Though I am not sure if anyone reads what i type her at all, I, being the responsible blogger that I always was, shall uphold the tradition of blogging on a (fairly) regular basis.

Since I have nothing much to talk about and also since I might be running late, allow me to introduce a great piece of music to everyone. Oh, the song is really catchy and groovy and the music video is equally fantastic as well.

Introducing...

Weezer - Pork and Beans: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muP9eH2p2PI

Yeah, for those who have watched it, please read on. For those who haven't beware of the spoilers below. Basically, this song is really catchy and groovy (have I read this somewhere) and the music video is compilations of nice YouTube videos, such as Charlie the Unicorn, Tay Zonday and the list goes on.

Now, here's the climax of this post, just like every story has its climax(es). Look at the scene of the video at about the timing 00:58. Do you see a person in white? Yeah, so do I. Now peer closely, deep into the eyes... Do you see a girl or a boy? My first impressions when I saw this person was that "wow, she's pretty beautiful/sexy/hot/whatever". Then... A thought struck my mind out of the blue. Could "she" be from the "leave Britney alone" videos? After all, they were a hit on YouTube.

And as it turns out...

This "beautiful/sexy/hot/whatever" "girl" turned out to be CHRIS CROCKER!!! A GUY WHOS EITHER GAY/TRANSEXUAL/EFFEMINATE. OH NO, WHAT'S BECOMING OF ME???

And in an amazing twist of events...

I have a confession to make: I am NOT gay/transexual/effeminate and NEVER will I be.

You know why? This is because NON-gay/transexual/effeminate people are ALWAYS late for history lessons and that's what will be happening to me.