Sunday, November 06, 2005

i miss renji
it's been some time since i have written. and so is it for renji. this just shows how quickly time has passed for the both of us, and had we not met on msn, with renji not given his little time and inspiration to write, i dont think we would have blogged.

oh well, better late than never.

so brudder renji, you are going to brunei tonight. and your trip will be 14 days long or so. sandflies, fireants, bees, and whatnots will bite you; mosquitos and ticks will suck the blood out of you; the mud, soil, slush will soak your socks and underwear; the jagged-edged plants and who knows (maybe even venus humantraps?) might be out there to cut you..but i know that you'll be fine. save for the cuts and bruises (damn that bastard from the shitty team you played against that gave you that bad tackle), you will be back in one piece. i have known you for 2 years or so, studied with you for a good deal of those good ol days (alright, maybe study was an overstatement, but you get the idea). you're one hell of a strong lad, with a fighting spirit that'll put roy keane to shame; an instinct that'll make van nistelrooy hide his face in his hands (like what is happening to him all too often nowadays); and lastly, the wit that fergie used to posses when he was younger. so with traits like these, i know you'll be fine. so, the rain will not dampen your spirit, as you count down the days, albeit filled with trekking and climbing, from 14 to 0. 6 nov will then be 7 nov, and then 8 nov, 9 nov, 10 nov and so on..all the way will 22 nov. counting is easy, of course, but it's the period in between the counts that is crazy. well, take heart that whatever load you're carrying on your back, with however wet and slimy underwear and socks you're wearing, your brudder will be praying for you, under the very same sky that you look up to when you're tired. stay strong dude, for you're one strong brudder.

i miss you bro, till 22 nov, see you.
ch | 8:29 pm | commentlink

This Is Your Game

this is your game...
i hope you wini hope you win for your sake, not mine
because winning is nice
it's a good feeling, like the whole world is yours
but it passes, this feeling.
and what lasts is what your have learned
and what you learn about is life
that's what sports is all about... life.
the whole thing is played out in an afternoon
the happiness of life, the miseries, the joys, the heartbreaks.
there's no telling how you will do.
you might be a hero or you might be absolutely nothing
there just is no telling
too much depends on chances
on how the ball bounces.
i'm not talking about the game, i'm talking about life
but life is what the game's about just as i said
because every game is life, and life is a game - a serious one
dead serious
but that is what you do with serious things - you do your best
you take what comes
you take what comes and you run with it
winning is fun sure, but winning is not the point
not giving up is the point
never letting up the point
never letting anyone down is the point
play to win sure, but lose like a champion
because it's not winning that counts
what counts is trying.


dedicated from the bottom of my heart, to my brudder the soccer hero.
take care in brunei bro, we'll meet up when you come back on 22 november, and im sure you'll come back safely.
ch | 8:23 pm | commentlink

Monday, October 31, 2005

victor bro
oh victor brudder why thou never post
i've been searching from coast to coast
for a sign that thou might start typing
and satisfy my greatest longing

i know i've been bad and horrible
brought nothing but toil and trouble
i am guilty of non-posting in our blog
and i deserve to be turned into a frog

but even so why art thou non-blogging
its become such a very very sad thing
that people who want to hear your wisdom
should read nothing but blank and blackdom

so please i beseech you start typing again
or i might resort to sniffing cocaine
relive the brotherhood never let it fade
cos once you start blogging we got it made
renji | 9:49 pm | commentlink

Sunday, March 27, 2005

april beckons. the young sheep of the land have reached a point in their lives where everything is changing around them. they have reached a point in their lives where the line between youth and adulthood has blurred and smuged into a thick fuzz of grey. where, they ask, do they go from here?

the young male sheep do not have an option. they are to be sent to a farm, and sheared. "why do we have to go?" asks a naive sheep. "because, we just have to." the sheep know that eventually, in about two years, they can leave the farm. its standard procedure. but till then they would have to endure the harsh barking of the farm dogs, and a life of living by the rules of the farm, living by mechanical and pointless routines. and after that, what?

some of the females want to leave the land. "the grass is greener on the other side." they say. "what's wrong with the grass on this side?" the others ask. the grass looks perfectly fine and edible to them. but the sheep who are leaving have made up their mind. they're leaving for better pastures. some will return, some will not.

the day arrives where all the sheep part and follow their destined paths. some trot east, some leave westwards. as they part their tears roll down their faces and dampen their wool. fate might bring them together in the future. then again, it might not. but the memories remain. memories of time spent in the green land. memories of how they met in this land. memories of a time together filled with laughter, tears, grass, and more grass. the sheeps move on, but they will never forget those two years.

ao1d, i will miss you.
renji | 11:30 pm | commentlink

Sunday, February 06, 2005

missed call and the 2:38 rain
darn, i missed brother i's call yesterday afternoon. and with that, an outing. or perhaps lunch. or tea. sorry, i was sleeping. another time then, call me ok? i hope i wont be sleeping then. man, i miss you. yeah i do.

surprise guest for dinner yesterday, made my muddy mud pie from coffee club even sweeter and heavenly.

did you catch the two-thirty-eight morning rain this morning? it was nice. peaceful. rain at two-thirty-eight opens the door to a whole new world.
ch | 6:24 pm | commentlink

Monday, January 17, 2005

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arh and i saw my friend on my way back from kallang stadium- the lions' den, i.e. home of the champions of southeast asia- yesterday, after the 2-1 victory. and no surprises for guessing his name- it's fabian. fabian tay.
ch | 6:23 pm | commentlink

Thursday, January 13, 2005

24 things to remember..
Your presence is a present to the world.
You are unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be what you want it to be.
Take the days just one at a time.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You will make it through whatever comes along.
Within you are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.
Do not put limits on yourself.
So many dreams are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal and you prize.
Nothing wastes more energy than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem the heavier it gets.
Do not take things too seriously.
Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.
Remember that a little love goes a long way.
Remember that a lot … goes forever.
Remember that friendship is a wise investment.
Life’s treasure are people together.
Realize that it is never too late.
Do ordinary things in an extraordinary way.
Have hearth and hope and happiness.
Take the time to wish upon a start.
ch | 1:27 pm | commentlink

the lord's baseball game..

Bob and the Lord stood together, watching a baseball game. The Lord's team was playing Satan's team. The Lord's team was at bat, the score was tied zero to zero, and it was the bottom of the 9th inning with two outs. Bob and the Lord continued to watch as the batter, Love, stepped up to the plate. Love swung at the first pitch and hit a single, because Love never fails. The next batter was named Faith, who also got a single because Faith works with Love. The next batter up was named Godly wisdom. Satan wound up and threw the first pitch; Godly Wisdom looked it over and let it pass, because Godly Wisdom does not swing at Satan's pitches. Ball one. Three more pitches and Godly Wisdom walked, because Godly wisdom never swings at Satan's throws. The bases were loaded.
The Lord then turned to Bob and told him He was now going to bring in His star player. Up to the plate stepped Grace. Bob made a face... Grace certainly didn't look like much to him! Apparently Satan's whole team agreed: they all relaxed and laughed a little when they saw Grace. Thinking he had won the game, Satan wound up and fired his first pitch. To all but one's amazement, Grace hit the ball harder than anyone had ever seen. But Satan was not worried; his center fielder, the Prince of the air, let very few get by. He went up for the ball, but it went right through his glove, hit him on the head and sent him crashing to the ground; then it continued over the fence for a home run! And so the Lord's team won.
The Lord then asked Bob if he knew why Love, Faith, and Godly Wisdom could get on base but could not win the game by themselves. Bob, looking a bit sheepish, admitted that he didn't know. The Lord explained, "If your love, faith and wisdom could win the game, you would think you could win it by yourself. Love, faith and wisdom will get you on base, but only My grace can get you home. My grace is the one thing Satan cannot stop."

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ch | 1:04 pm | commentlink

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

okay i hate blogger for now. i typed out this huge chunk of nonsense and they just cleared it. i paid tribute to my lovely PW group in it!! okay sorry stef, viknes, julienne and dharma, i'll come up with the entry again.

anyway this happened in the afternoon..
azi: what?! you know 6 fabians?
me: yah. and all of them were from maris.
azi: then how come you're not called fabian too?
me: ..that's cos i can swim. so i'm called amphfabian.
azi: wah..h-a-h-a very funny ar victor.
ch | 11:49 pm | commentlink

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