Tuesday, December 15, 2009 | 9:27 pm
This is a week of bittersweet emotions for me. Firstly, for the first time in around 4 years now, I was surrounded by LOSERS! Chelsea drew, ManNoob lost & LoserPool just kissed the Great Arse. Excellent. Chelsea game was quite sad, from the highlights which I've seen, it showcases 2 sides of football - Silky smooth, brazilian type of flowing football and exquisite finishes from the Drog (I am Big!) and Anelka (Le Sulk) while the other half features what is commonly associated with the likes of Stoke, Bolton & Blackburn which is the Just-Zham-The-Ball-In-The-6-Yard-Area-And-Pray-For-The-Best type of football. And it paid dividends for Everton. 3 goals of the highest quality from 1 side, & 3 goals of the crappiest quality by another and both sides enjoyed the same points. The Winner? The Great Arse.
Moving on to the next game, where the Villians was supposed to drop dead and let ManNoob walk the ball into the net, but Villa must have forgotten to read the script. After a quick headed goal by Gabby, it was almost like a German aerial bombardment against the English in WWII. However, instead of the English hiding under shelter while the Germans dropped bomb after bomb, Villa players were hurling themselves to the bombardments of ManNoob. I had so much fun by replaying the goal over and over again. 'Oh, it's Ashley Young on the left side of the field...fancy foot-work and whips the cross in...it's a good-looking ball & it's Abalaghor (whatever his name is spelt)!!!!! 1-0 to the visitors!!!' -Rewind- '...it's Abalaghor!!!!! 1-0 to the visitors!!!' -Rewind- '...it's Abalaghor!!!!! 1-0 to the visitors!!!'. You get the idea. Winner? Of course it was Aston Villa but it's obviously the Great Arse who smiles again. Want gum, Fergie?
Then the most important game was of course the Anfield encounter, where Arse had to make the results count by beating Liverpool. What's the point of Chelsea and ManNoob dropping points if Arse lose also right? So, the first half had me fearing for the worse, so bad was the performance. Then, a wonderful goal by Johnson (Liverpool player) and a sublime, world class executed finish off the upright by Arshavin (Liverpool fans are sick of him) gave us the 2 goals to overturn Pool's initial 1 goal lead. From then on, it was a boring match, I pass to you, you pass back to me, and it was not even players from the same team passing to each other, it was players of the opposite teams passing to each other. Final whistle finally went, and the joy was evident in the Arsenal people's faces, I was busy rubbing it in front of uncle who was watching with a face that Le Sulk would have been proud of, and the final scoreline wrote : Liverpool 1 Arsenal 2. Winners: the great, almighty team, Arsenal. You may clap now.
Then what's the bad news??? Bloody D-X stole the greatest & slammy award winning tag-team Jeri-Show's undisputed tag titles. It was a conspiracy against the best in what he does superstar. Then, some red hair, spiky like Bart Simpson pale white man of Sheamus won the WWE title from Superman, John Cena. And it was his first championship match after only 4 months in the WWE. Wassupwitthat? Where it took nearly 5 years for some people (Jericho still have not beaten Cena), Sheamus took 1 match to do what Jericho can't do. A big WTF. And the sheer nerve of those 'fans'. Those insipid, gelatinous germ-incubators were cheering when D-X won. Bullshit.
'If you want to sleep your way to the top, at least sleep with a woman that doesn't weigh heavier than you.' - HHH
'And you know all about it eh?' - HBK
'Yeah!' - HHH (married the boss of WWE's daughter)
Thursday, December 10, 2009 | 8:48 pm
I know we are all very busy nowadays. I know it cause I see Xy rushing to the lab to read the annual reports of SPH after early dismissal of Co Law lecture at the 2nd week. But the usual culprits - Hen, Dick, me was sitting behind them, on Facebook, and played Mafia Wars. So while Hen and I were arguing about sending energy packs and leveling up, the front row were arguing about foreign competition and blah blah blah. Very busy week.
And what's with all the anger and impatience with the lectures nowadays? I enjoyed every one of them, I like finance very much. I never knew how the ratios could be explained so much and attributed to so many factors. Yes, quite boring, but there's no reason to rush her through. My FA tutor is Seet Meng and his lesson is very enriching too. He prepared templates for the tutorial questions and went through them highlighting to us the details. He tried to make us participate by just accepting our answers and converting them to something that sounds/looks reasonable and told us that every answer we gave him were all correct. I got assigned to SPH too, very pleased with that. Jon told me he wanted SMRT, why the craze for MRTs?? Even Seet Meng was puzzled by it and preferred SPH. For me it's not because I've done SPH before, but it's because for SPH, I have to act as an investment analyst, which is my favourite. Jon was also arguing with me about a certain lecturer/tutor whose action is a bit...weird. Like he likes guys. Yeah. You people should know who.
And ah, Seet Meng also told me that I look much slimmer now and I was bigger sized last time. Wtf? I don't think there is any difference of me from then and now. Maybe he's trying to say I'm trimmer now but I don't think I'm that fat last year too. He mistook me for Xy? Have to start rolling, rolling, rolling, just keep rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling.
Also, girls usually assume guys talk about them a lot. That's usually true, but nowadays, I think there's a slight change. We still talk about girls a lot, but I feel that we talk more about ourselves now. For eg, my parents were asking me what Hen, Yw and me were doing on Wednesday. Went gym, came back home, talk about how great I am, and look at the mirror. My mom concur, she said she walked past my room and saw 3 guys looking at the mirror most of the time and thinking what the hell we were doing. Think we're not concerned by women's cup size but our own cup size now HAHAHA.
'Oh Yeahhhhhh!!! I could slap a tornadooooooo!' - Matt Hardy's Theme Song
Wednesday, December 02, 2009 | 9:45 pm
Just to add on to all the already-over-the-pile praises that I've received so far, I would like to take a step back, enjoy the peaceful scenery, and congratulate myself. Well done Seb, you have saved hundreds of lives and have led them to the 'promised land' as promised. God, the amount of praise I have is too little as compared to the work I've done. I'm too humble.
And of course people loves my style of writing. Of course. Do you mean to tell me people dig the way like how Xy writes her blog? Mostly consist of riddles and puzzles like Da Vinci Code. Then click on Lyn's blog and see a sea of words forming in front of eyes. Long, but usually very entertaining. If only she doesn't censor some of the bad words. See those ***, so spoiler. Ruin the whole mood. Then click on Hc's one...and I would usually click to another one's straight away. Words so small, and the stories are kind of like those you see in Barney and Teletubbies.
'This is Hiu Ching and her friends,
We are like Bar-ney!
We sing and dance and play together,
Won't you say you love it?'
No, can't take that kind of thing, quickly click on someone else link. Next is Txl one...that one, eh. Not my kind of reading. Mostly on the dramas and anyways, the only thing I usually see first is the till here...So meh. Next is Maggies one. That one is a all-rounder, pictures with text but it just lack something. You know, like who the hell watches the news to see them talk about some commoner's life? People watch the news so that they can have insight on the more juicy and interesting lives of the powerful. Allan one is, as usual, written in a way that only he can process. Lately is neater. So ultimately, mine is the best. I should start charging people for every entry into this site. First million at the age of 20, woohoo!
Ok, talk about myself is a bit tiring. Too much superlatives already. My uncle who once read my blog told me that it's all about myself. Nonsense! See, in this post I've already included like 6 people in it. I'm not self-centered! People just don't appreciate me, that's all. Or, they are just jealous because they don't enjoy the same success as I do. Yup, must be it. It's a conspiracy to bring down the living legend known as Sebastian Rai.
Ireland, Ireland. Woe is thou. After getting beat soundly by the superior team in both legs, they still continue to grumble and insist in going to participate in the World Cup. Are you kidding me? Ireland, Ireland???? Who the hell wants to watch a bunch of Irish people kicking the ball? People pay to watch France lift the WC trophy damn it, not to watch a feeder being fed among the blood-thirsty sharks like England! They only know how to thrash the minors but get exposed by superior teams like France over and over again. The Irish people should learn to have some class, shake hands with the French, congratulate them for the great match that the Irish had the honour to be in, and wish the French luck for the upcoming World Cup. That's what they should do. There are no Irish people reading this right? If there are and you're one of them, I just want to let you know that the above was written in a jovial manner and I actually sympathise with the Irish. Very sad way to go out, very sad. Life goes on, folks, move on.
'Cause being straight-edge means I'm better than all of you.' - CM Punk
Tuesday, December 01, 2009 | 8:31 pm
Yeah Lyn, I read your post just now. Finally, finally you have realised that I am a honest man that I 'claimed' to me. I say things as it is. You know, I would love to write about other matters right now but somehow, it doesn't feel right if I don't start off the post by reminding you people of my greatness. It feels exactly the same way like how you people feel when you hail me as your god. So, in light of the increasing workload & problems that you people have, always remember that where there is a beginning, there is an end, and I will be the one to guide you to the promised land. Thank you.
Now, to start this post proper, it's time to put an end to the on-going saga of 'Allan & Lyn - opposites attract, like...explodes.' Both of them share a similar trait: They do not like to back down. Which could be a good thing...but when two such personalities collide, it's like the irresistible thing, the immovable object, neither will budge, and neither would make any headway. But, good news is, Allan decided to back off, Lyn decided to cool down, so now technically, nothing else should happen. Even so, don't throw a spark in there to test whether it could still ignite a fire, you might get apocalypse instead.
I must really congratulate myself for this miracle. It's obvious that it's because of my divine intervention that this has stopped (I hope). Don't have to thank me, just doing what I do best. Since one half of the Spitfire Partnership has simmered...CAN SOMEONE DOUSE THE OTHER HALF PLEASE???? I get beaten up for no apparent reason. Is what Shiyu said true? Do I remind people of a punching bag??? I fight back too ok, and here's my almighty retort...YOUUUUUUUUU suck. I can't really do much also, those people stick with each other, take one down and 10 others will bring you down lower. Zzzz.
And the ban of certain rallies before voting is funny. For obvious reasons, I shall not talk more about it. I want to get through my last year in poly safely...
'Arsenal is a noob team that cannot beat another noob team. We beat ManU!' - Henry, a Liverpool fan. What an insult, especially coming from a team that is aiming to win the 'prestigious' Europa League.