I am writing this red and blurry eyed in school. Thankfully it is my first week in school and there are no lessons to teach. This morning I sat witness and watched what I shall call the best game of soccer I have ever seen...EVER.
It had to come down to that one team. LIVERPOOL.
There is simply no team that can play a European Cup Final like Liverpool.
All these years I have heard of their past glory from my dad and my uncles. All these years I have read in the newspapers about their European pedigree and the nights where they enthralled not only their fans but their opponents as well. All these long years that I have supported Liverpool from Ian Rush to Robbie Fowler, Peter Beardsley to Steven Gerrard, Micheal Owen to Djibril Cisse...it all culminates to this night where I watched as they fought tooth, bone and nail and staked their claim as European Champions.
It was...to quote a friend...UNBELIEVABLE. And as the TV commentators paused to allow those of us sitting riveted at home to soak in and listen to the strains of "You'll Never Walk Alone" ringing around the stadium, in celebration of such a momentous victory. I could not help but feel my skin tingle and a slight welt of tears in my eyes. What I had just experience was soccer at its epitome...at its purest, undistilled form. I knew ths morning that my deed was sealed. I will be a LIVERPOOL fan for life.
Let me digress to just explain for the benefit of the non-soccer fans who read this.
"You'll Never Walk Alone" is the official anthem of Liverpool Football Club. The fans sing it at every game that Liverpool plays and it has become synonymous with the club. The song itself is a warm and stirring tune and there are matches in Europe where the spectators have been known to sing it even though it is NOT a Liverpool game! In a sense the song, when sung by a chorus of passionate stadium spectators is a heart rendering and emotional.
The lyrics of You'll Never Walk Alone:
When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone,
You'll never, ever walk alone.
Very meaningful eh. I just read in the papers that the fans sang it at half time when Liverpool was losing 3-0. I believe the sung could be heard in the players dressing room. And if so...it must have touched each and every player and even the couch. To have fans such as these, who believe in you and who'll never let you walk alone...
Oh...what I would give to just be there on that magical night. Thank god for Ch 5 and Starhub cable for giving me the joy of watching my team as they came back from 3-0 down. When no one else had given them a chance. I have never seen a final like this. This match really gave us soccer at its purest...and I shall list the reasons why.
1. There were two teams who were determined to play soccer without gamesmanship. There were no diving incidents or vicious tackles. No crazy captains determined to hassle and threaten the eferee for bad decisions. A well played game between two top opponents of the game...with respect for each other.
2. Referee's decisions were spot on! Save for a few minor incidents, the referees and linesmen really got it right.
3. The fans. Oh my goodness...to hear them sing and sing. To see the fans stay the course of the game... (shame on you fellows who I heard left the pub early when you knew it was 3-0)
4. The way the game flowed...and the emotions felt during the game. It was so sad at half-time. But when the first goal came of Stevie G's head...suddenly the belief was back. And then Smicer's long range effort skidded in...and suddenly "We're BACK!" Totally unbelievable when Xavi Alonso smacked the save penalty rebound in. All around the world Liverpool fans stood as one... And when it came down to the penalties and Seginho and Pirlo missed...you just had to know. Destiny was on our side.
Hail to the new legends of Liverpool. And my deepest respect for AC Milan as well. For you played the game to the truest of you heart. If not for 6 minutes of lapses, the cup is well and truly yours. But such is the sport we call soccer... as an old legendary coach, Brian Clough puts it, "It only takes a second to score a goal."
Thank you both teams for giving us all such a wonderful 90 minutes and for reminding us all about the magic of soccer. Away from conglomerate take overs, oil rich owners, arrogant managers, managers who fight and claw one another, managers who bring the game to disrespute. Last night, both teams and their managers gave us the perfect match. True sportsmanship.
Someday I hope, I will walk on the halo-ed grounds we all call Anfield. For now Anfield's finest have taken the cup back and I will spend many days savouring this moment. This is the stuff of legends...a cup final that will be talked about for years and years to come. A match of truly epic proportions and a script which no two teams could ever write for a long time coming.
YOU'LL NEVER WALK ALONE...
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Monday, May 02, 2005
Of Sharks and Dinosaurs
Ever since I was a young boy...I've loved sharks and dinosaurs.
I still do.
I try to say I don't know why...but maybe I do...
Allow me to write these things down...
There was a book which came out when I was about 8 or 9. It was the "Reader's Digest book of Sharks". I never got a chance to own that book...but I remember it was always the first book I browsed in the book store. I loved the photos and the description of sharks in the book...it was fascinating. I remember my other love then was Dinosaurs...and I had an uncle who gave me a book on that. Its funny how a simple book with vivid descriptions and colour illustrations of dinosaurs can do so much to stir a small boy's imagination...
I remember reading...and memorising dino facts. In my head...battles were fought between triceratops and t-rex. There was a documentary my dad taped...about dinosaurs. And I'd watch it over and over and over again. I remember it was Christopher Reeve who hosted the show... hahaha...my other idol... SUPERMAN.
But not just the prehistoric...but Sharks too. Sharks are AWESOME.
And the most AWESOME of all...you guessed it...my favourite...
THE GREAT WHITE SHARK
I think I know...it had to be JAWS the movie. Started me down this road. Thanks to Steven Spielberg...swimming never became the same again. Even on lazy saturday mornings...I did pretend there was a shark in the pool! Right...like some great white could actually survive our chlorinated public pools...not to mention god knows how many kids have peed in it...plus i dunno what else adults do in them pools....
But yeah...I remember. The ominous music...DA DUM...DA DUM...DA DUM...and it would play in my head everytime I went swimming. Even now...sometimes I hear it...and I laugh. Heh heh.
But you have to admire you know...the power in that impressive body frame...the sleek lines...the way the fin cuts the water...that massive bite...its the perfect being. Built for the kill.
I love the way it lazily swims in the water knowing it's the ultimate...and then the sudden burst of speed to surprise its opponents.
If I could be born again...I'd want to be a Great White.
Maybe I have a fascination with power...yah...my favourite dinosaur? Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Funny how as a young boy...I would identify myself with the biggest baddest animals...was it a latent predatory instinct in me?
As a side note...JURASSIC PARK ranks as one of the all-time best movies in my list. I remember watching it as a 14 year old...at Lido cinema. I stared mouth open...as Steven Spielberg once again cast a spell over me. To see the dinosaurs...so real...it took my breath away. The movements...so life-like. I've watched Jurassic Park close to 10 times...no thanks to Channel 5 too...who likes screening it over and over...hahaha. Oh yah...that day at Lido...a whole row of RGS girls seating in front of me...made it amusingly memorable too. You can imagine the cacophany of screams...
I think Steven Spielberg was right to make them Raptors more scary too...damn fascinating stuff...
Thank you Mr Steven Spielberg...for casting your shark, dinosaur and UFO spells over me.
A bit of psychoanalysis...
What does it say about small boys who love predators?
Favourite animals were Shark, T-rex, Tiger...
Is there a trapping towards power? Did I aim to be top dog?
Or just a morbid fascination towards what death could be like in the face of these beautiful animals....
Yes...I use the word beautiful. These predators have never been ferocious to me. To me...they were beautiful... I admire them. If I ever came face to face with any of the above...in the wild...not the zoo. I think I'd just stand and admire...and if I get eaten...man...what a way to die!
Ya...so there you have it. Of Sharks and Dinosaurs.
If anybody out there wants to buy me stuff next time...make it a shark. =)
I still do.
I try to say I don't know why...but maybe I do...
Allow me to write these things down...
There was a book which came out when I was about 8 or 9. It was the "Reader's Digest book of Sharks". I never got a chance to own that book...but I remember it was always the first book I browsed in the book store. I loved the photos and the description of sharks in the book...it was fascinating. I remember my other love then was Dinosaurs...and I had an uncle who gave me a book on that. Its funny how a simple book with vivid descriptions and colour illustrations of dinosaurs can do so much to stir a small boy's imagination...
I remember reading...and memorising dino facts. In my head...battles were fought between triceratops and t-rex. There was a documentary my dad taped...about dinosaurs. And I'd watch it over and over and over again. I remember it was Christopher Reeve who hosted the show... hahaha...my other idol... SUPERMAN.
But not just the prehistoric...but Sharks too. Sharks are AWESOME.
And the most AWESOME of all...you guessed it...my favourite...
THE GREAT WHITE SHARK
I think I know...it had to be JAWS the movie. Started me down this road. Thanks to Steven Spielberg...swimming never became the same again. Even on lazy saturday mornings...I did pretend there was a shark in the pool! Right...like some great white could actually survive our chlorinated public pools...not to mention god knows how many kids have peed in it...plus i dunno what else adults do in them pools....
But yeah...I remember. The ominous music...DA DUM...DA DUM...DA DUM...and it would play in my head everytime I went swimming. Even now...sometimes I hear it...and I laugh. Heh heh.
But you have to admire you know...the power in that impressive body frame...the sleek lines...the way the fin cuts the water...that massive bite...its the perfect being. Built for the kill.
I love the way it lazily swims in the water knowing it's the ultimate...and then the sudden burst of speed to surprise its opponents.
If I could be born again...I'd want to be a Great White.
Maybe I have a fascination with power...yah...my favourite dinosaur? Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Funny how as a young boy...I would identify myself with the biggest baddest animals...was it a latent predatory instinct in me?
As a side note...JURASSIC PARK ranks as one of the all-time best movies in my list. I remember watching it as a 14 year old...at Lido cinema. I stared mouth open...as Steven Spielberg once again cast a spell over me. To see the dinosaurs...so real...it took my breath away. The movements...so life-like. I've watched Jurassic Park close to 10 times...no thanks to Channel 5 too...who likes screening it over and over...hahaha. Oh yah...that day at Lido...a whole row of RGS girls seating in front of me...made it amusingly memorable too. You can imagine the cacophany of screams...
I think Steven Spielberg was right to make them Raptors more scary too...damn fascinating stuff...
Thank you Mr Steven Spielberg...for casting your shark, dinosaur and UFO spells over me.
A bit of psychoanalysis...
What does it say about small boys who love predators?
Favourite animals were Shark, T-rex, Tiger...
Is there a trapping towards power? Did I aim to be top dog?
Or just a morbid fascination towards what death could be like in the face of these beautiful animals....
Yes...I use the word beautiful. These predators have never been ferocious to me. To me...they were beautiful... I admire them. If I ever came face to face with any of the above...in the wild...not the zoo. I think I'd just stand and admire...and if I get eaten...man...what a way to die!
Ya...so there you have it. Of Sharks and Dinosaurs.
If anybody out there wants to buy me stuff next time...make it a shark. =)
Friday, April 08, 2005
I AM DA SUN!!! (I always knew I was hot...)
I am da sun card...
Took another little quiz...thanks to da "Fangster"...who calls me her beautiful servant. Its a trade-off I guess...to be known as beautiful...I also gotta be called servant. Keke
Anyway...I just like the images provided, especially the tarot cards. So have a go at the tarot card quiz why don't you? And do let me know what card you are...
Here's my results...
You are the Sun card. The light of the Sun reveals
all. The Sun is joyful and bright, without fear
or reservation. The childish nature of the Sun
allows you to play and feel free. Exploration
can truly take place in the light of day when
nothing is hidden. The Sun's rays fill you with
energy so that you may live life to its
fullest, milking pleasure out of each day. Such
joy and energy can bring wealth and physical
pleasure. To shine in the light of day is to
have confidence, to soak up its rays is to feel
the freedom of a child. Image from: Stevee
Postman. http://www.stevee.com/
Which Tarot Card Are You?
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Took another little quiz...thanks to da "Fangster"...who calls me her beautiful servant. Its a trade-off I guess...to be known as beautiful...I also gotta be called servant. Keke
Anyway...I just like the images provided, especially the tarot cards. So have a go at the tarot card quiz why don't you? And do let me know what card you are...
Here's my results...
You are the Sun card. The light of the Sun reveals
all. The Sun is joyful and bright, without fear
or reservation. The childish nature of the Sun
allows you to play and feel free. Exploration
can truly take place in the light of day when
nothing is hidden. The Sun's rays fill you with
energy so that you may live life to its
fullest, milking pleasure out of each day. Such
joy and energy can bring wealth and physical
pleasure. To shine in the light of day is to
have confidence, to soak up its rays is to feel
the freedom of a child. Image from: Stevee
Postman. http://www.stevee.com/
Which Tarot Card Are You?
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I'm 25...holy-ca-moly-macaroni!!!
Right...after each entry I tend to re-read...couldn't believe the amount of typos I made.
Bet I would have typos here as well...
Started changing some stuff on my blog. My age has gone up by one...
Oh my gawd...
I'm 25.
and I'm utterly lost about myself and what I wanna do...where I wanna go. I can so understand the people who run away and hide somewhere...I hear the landfill area in Singapore Pulau Semaukau is quite an idyllic place. Hahaha...maybe...
What does 25 feel like? I dunno....I seriously think I stopped growing cognitively...I think its only my stomach that keeps growing. Hahahaha....
Oh well...I really have to start work and marking. Bye.
Everybody... "be cool"
Bet I would have typos here as well...
Started changing some stuff on my blog. My age has gone up by one...
Oh my gawd...
I'm 25.
and I'm utterly lost about myself and what I wanna do...where I wanna go. I can so understand the people who run away and hide somewhere...I hear the landfill area in Singapore Pulau Semaukau is quite an idyllic place. Hahaha...maybe...
What does 25 feel like? I dunno....I seriously think I stopped growing cognitively...I think its only my stomach that keeps growing. Hahahaha....
Oh well...I really have to start work and marking. Bye.
Everybody... "be cool"
The Return of Eu-ne-ne
Back to writing on this little space of mine on the big scary internet.
Stopped writing for a while cause you start evaluating if you really need a space to air or maybe it was just one of those one off fad which you joined coz it seemd fun to do at the time then you realise what the heck its already on the web why not just start using it right? Anyway regarding space to air...I believe Singapore's still got enough for me to let off air.
*poot*
(farting relieves stress and tension...let them rip!)
So ardent readers (and fans) of this blog space. Thank you for clickin' here ever so often and wondering how come eunene hasn't written like in 1000 years. Is he like waiting for some 1000 year old lingzhi to grow before he actually resumes this space?
Yeah...I must know how you guys feel. Coming here and going away empty...its like you click and then you see that stupid quiz thing I did in January. Must be a real anti-climax...
Hmm...dat said. This entry must really come as an orgasm. See...I'm the highlight of your day!
Ok...enough of sexual innuendoes. What is it with them and me anyway? Maybe I'm just your above average testosterone over-charged raging male. Yah...who in his right mind actually calls Chilli Crab dishes... "ORGASMIC CRABS"??? Nobody I know...but me.
(But seriously...there's this stall in Ang Mo Kio...they serve orgasmic crabs I tell you. Yes...damn nice...but lately damn expensive also.)
All you friends who have been dropping by to have a look at this space. I thank you. You really make it a point to stay in touch with me in your little ways. And yes, I promise I will update more often from now on. I've got lotsa stories to tell nowadays ever since I started...TEACHING.
Yes...teaching. It is a joy...and a damn exhausting one. If you ignore the over-charged raging male testosterones...I think I make a pretty decent primary school teacher.
I regret the last statement. I suddenly have a premonition of parents pulling their students out of my school tomorrow morning and leading them on a mass exodus...hahaha.
But seriously...its been a crazy mix and a rioller-coaster ride lately. Kinda been making me re-evaluate my goals and dreams too. And the newspaper's been printing so much about teaching. I'm gonna start sharing my thoughts here about my experience.
Hmmm...so I guess eunene.blogspot.com is just gonna be another teacher-blog?
NO WAY MAN! Promise I'd still write about other stuff...as cute as them kids are and as frustrating as it is to churn out lesson plans everyday...I tell myself there's gotta more to life than teaching.
Last but not least...I am seriously writing on a stream of conciousness...so if it all does not make sense, just go visit another blog ok. Singapore's most famous is xiaxue.blogspot.com
And I suppose many of you(many? haha...who am I kidding) who read this will wonder how come I seem to write with an audience in mind...like this is not a personal diary. Well...I guess its just how I am...I've always been a bit of a showman. Its also how I view this blog thing. Some see it as a diary...I see it as a place to vent...to air...to just say what I want to...within the legal and whatever OB markers them gahmen people are always talking about.
Hmmm...screw that last statement. I write what I want...and you read. Thanks hor... (bats eyelashes to look puppy-dog cute)
I just love it how I can give my readers an orgasmic high and then leave them puking at the end. Hahahaha.
Enough said. I have returned... (and here are more mis-quotes to mark this momentuos occasion)
Hell hath no fury like a teacher with tonnes of marking to do...
What I do in this blog, echoes in eternity...
ROOOOAAAAARRRRR! (T-rex from Jurassic Park)
ROOOOAAAAARRRRR! (Simba from Lion King)
Till the next 5 cents...
Stopped writing for a while cause you start evaluating if you really need a space to air or maybe it was just one of those one off fad which you joined coz it seemd fun to do at the time then you realise what the heck its already on the web why not just start using it right? Anyway regarding space to air...I believe Singapore's still got enough for me to let off air.
*poot*
(farting relieves stress and tension...let them rip!)
So ardent readers (and fans) of this blog space. Thank you for clickin' here ever so often and wondering how come eunene hasn't written like in 1000 years. Is he like waiting for some 1000 year old lingzhi to grow before he actually resumes this space?
Yeah...I must know how you guys feel. Coming here and going away empty...its like you click and then you see that stupid quiz thing I did in January. Must be a real anti-climax...
Hmm...dat said. This entry must really come as an orgasm. See...I'm the highlight of your day!
Ok...enough of sexual innuendoes. What is it with them and me anyway? Maybe I'm just your above average testosterone over-charged raging male. Yah...who in his right mind actually calls Chilli Crab dishes... "ORGASMIC CRABS"??? Nobody I know...but me.
(But seriously...there's this stall in Ang Mo Kio...they serve orgasmic crabs I tell you. Yes...damn nice...but lately damn expensive also.)
All you friends who have been dropping by to have a look at this space. I thank you. You really make it a point to stay in touch with me in your little ways. And yes, I promise I will update more often from now on. I've got lotsa stories to tell nowadays ever since I started...TEACHING.
Yes...teaching. It is a joy...and a damn exhausting one. If you ignore the over-charged raging male testosterones...I think I make a pretty decent primary school teacher.
I regret the last statement. I suddenly have a premonition of parents pulling their students out of my school tomorrow morning and leading them on a mass exodus...hahaha.
But seriously...its been a crazy mix and a rioller-coaster ride lately. Kinda been making me re-evaluate my goals and dreams too. And the newspaper's been printing so much about teaching. I'm gonna start sharing my thoughts here about my experience.
Hmmm...so I guess eunene.blogspot.com is just gonna be another teacher-blog?
NO WAY MAN! Promise I'd still write about other stuff...as cute as them kids are and as frustrating as it is to churn out lesson plans everyday...I tell myself there's gotta more to life than teaching.
Last but not least...I am seriously writing on a stream of conciousness...so if it all does not make sense, just go visit another blog ok. Singapore's most famous is xiaxue.blogspot.com
And I suppose many of you(many? haha...who am I kidding) who read this will wonder how come I seem to write with an audience in mind...like this is not a personal diary. Well...I guess its just how I am...I've always been a bit of a showman. Its also how I view this blog thing. Some see it as a diary...I see it as a place to vent...to air...to just say what I want to...within the legal and whatever OB markers them gahmen people are always talking about.
Hmmm...screw that last statement. I write what I want...and you read. Thanks hor... (bats eyelashes to look puppy-dog cute)
I just love it how I can give my readers an orgasmic high and then leave them puking at the end. Hahahaha.
Enough said. I have returned... (and here are more mis-quotes to mark this momentuos occasion)
Hell hath no fury like a teacher with tonnes of marking to do...
What I do in this blog, echoes in eternity...
ROOOOAAAAARRRRR! (T-rex from Jurassic Park)
ROOOOAAAAARRRRR! (Simba from Lion King)
Till the next 5 cents...
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Another quiz...hahaha
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You Are the Enthusiast |
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7 You are outgoing and playful - always seeing the happy side to life. You're enthusiastic and excitable. You love anything new. Multi-talented, you do many things well... and find success easy. You prefer to keep things light with others. Opening up is hard for you. |
Yup...another one of them quiz things...so I can find and wonder more about myself. What is this wierd fascination about ourselves that we absolutely must know what personality we are???Then again...aren't we always changing as well? Values, perspectives, chracter, moods...
Well for the moment (or perhaps the next decade)...it seems I am a number 7...
Thanks Eunice for this above site. Yah...she also intro me to colour quiz...hahaha.
Am I a 7? Ponder...
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