Just dropping by...

I'm spending my last few hours before book-in playing Monkey Snowfight. What a waste of time.

For the first time in three seasons we've got a real chance of winning the title. For the first time ever, I'm not taking a title win for granted. The whole season all us Manchester United fans were eagerly anticipating the League trophy. And why not? We were free of injuries, and we were (okay, maybe still are) playing the swashbuckling, attacking football that every great United team is noted for.

But now we're losing the plot. Injuries to more than half the defence. The second half against Boro reeked of desperation. From lumping on Giggs straightaway, to the muddled formation (if you could even call it a formation). Rooney on the right, Giggs on the left when he's been playing most of the last 3 matches behind the main striker to great effectiveness, Ronaldo drifting aimlessly, it was really messy. No width, no coherence, no fluidity.

We're slipping, and Chelsea is in the ascendancy. Things are looking bad. Chelsea could realisitically deny us of all three trophies we're going for. That's assuming we're gonna survive Kaka and co with O'shea and Brown in defence.

But on a happier note ...

It's gonna make Guards' day really great. And it's been a long time coming! =)

Murder, he wrote. At 4/22/2007 08:47:00 pm

You've got to check this out

1 - Go to google.co.uk
2 - Click on 'maps'.
3 - Click on 'Get Directions'.
4 - Put in 'New York, New York' to 'Paris, France'.
5 - Read line 23.

Murder, he wrote. At 4/14/2007 10:54:00 am

A sampling of my experiences over the last few days of my life as a mortar commander, friend, fan.

- Mortar LF. Loud. Mosquitoes. Lifting bomb after bomb overhead and loading=not funny. Standing on baseplate dring fire for effect=jolting experience. feel like theme park ride.Misfire=scary.

- Keefe and XZ share the same birthday. So on Saturday afternoon, straight after booking out I headed down to Vivocity to meet the whole group for lunch. We were preparing to leave, and I asked nobody in particular; "So, where are we headed next?" There was a brief silence, and then a few people cracked grins, while others looked away. We left it at that.

We had left the restaurant, and I turned behind to query three of them who were a pace behind me. "So, where do ya'll want to go next," I asked vaguely. I noticed my naive mistake immediately. "Aiyah, screw it la, let's just go to dhoby ghaut station now." Then we started cackling.

Like gerard said,

'And without so much as a word, he (Eddie) contorted his face into some sort of bewildered expression, turned a full 180 degrees, and walked back towards the control station, fully aware of where we would be going next. That is definitely a sign that we are spending too much time with each other until we are starting to get predictable.'

And as night came, we found ourselves back at a Swensen's outlet again, but this time the one at PS. It was just one sundae or milkshake or coffee per person, but we spent a whole lot of time at the Restaurant. Mainly chatting about our 4 years in SJI. Recounting all the good times, and reviving quaint memories semi-buried under the mud of time passing. One person whose name sprung up a lot was Yiming, surprisingly (or perhaps not). A lot of hilarious things throughout those 4 years revolved around our youngest classmate. Overhead projector screens with strings wound up and out of his reach, pull-up bars, standing up in class, fintan banners, ... Tip of the iceberg.

I've noticed: When we laugh in our group, it's always this hyena-like cackling. Almost a falsettoed laugh. Like a pack.


- It was a really poor performance by the team. Everyone was visibly lethargic. The whole team's selection was based on what happened in Rome. Wingers hadn't played the previous match, Ronaldo in a forward position instead of a more demanding winger's role. Old man giggs left out.

Portsmouth knew that and really pressed the team into mistakes and ineffectiveness. What a bad time to drop three points. Now to break down a negative Roma team.

Murder, he wrote. At 4/08/2007 04:28:00 pm