A thought went through my head that caused me to ask, 'How many bloggers do actually put the pictures or name the people that they bitch about on the blog.' I didn't. While others bitched away with flair and humour and a sense of self-righteousness, do they really want to name names? I would love to though, but perhaps a couple of bloggers are like myself, we do have this sense of dignity to not expose the identity of the people they are talking about. I would believe that it is one thing bitch about a certain event or person leaving their identities undisclosed, another thing to bitch about it and another to actually leave giveaways! NB! Mr V is obviously talking about me la. Fucker. The antagoniser was so petty as to even delete his testimonial for my friendster account. My friend whom I related the story to was saying, 'NB, so geh gao, if I see you slap him, I will slap him for you.' Respect for such a fiery righteous attitude from a girl. Why can some guys not show a portion of this mental strength and show that they are more of a man than a puss in boots? Respect to other girls who showed such an attitude, goes to my girlfriend and her best friend. Sometimes I think some of my so-called friends should stand up and be counted for when necessary. It's a mutual process, if they do not stand by me then why should I? Kudos to Kenneth too for displaying what we call on the streets as 'jiang yi qi'. Meaning that he stands by his friends. No wonder he is so well-liked by his guy friends. Super pissed off with a phone call I received late into the night on Monday about somebody trying to get me to account for something. The person even went so far as to accuse me of backstabbing. Bitch! If you backstab me by telling your best friend that I am family-wrecker and getting her to avoid getting close to me, then do you think you can talk about backstabbing? You are no different from the person who spread malicious rumours about me in his own blog. Before you demands answers from people, please even as so much to try to reflect on your fucking pitiful self as to see if you have conducted yourself well or even taken more initiative. An analogy would be if you knew that you are going to get the Progress Package but didn't know when or how, would you ask people? If a person did not know, would you continue asking till you have found someone who would satisfy your curious mind? Or would you stop asking and blame the government for not telling you enough, when you do not even give them a chance to by opening your Package Guide envelope? Yeah and fuck you too. Tried to even malign me but telling a fictatious tale of how bad and unfaithful I was, even so much so as to allocate time to menticulously design a conversation on your blog about how your best friend agreed with you. Get your facts right! I do not two-time anyone. Really, it is a case of the pot calling the kettle black. Well, at least the person had the guts to say my name. Though her style and spin-doctoring leaves a lot to be desired for. A very angry week for me indeed.

Recently watched the movie Goal! which was a little inspiring. 'Follow your aspirations', it said. The rags to richs story reminded me of Iker Casillas of Real Madrid, who was somewhat of a simple trainee in Real Madrid until he was called for to stand in for Jens Lehmann, then with Real Madrid. The young and humble boy has since moved on to the automatic choice for the first team selection both for Real Madrid and Spain. Ironically, Santiago Munez, the protagonist in the movie will be moving to Real Madrid in the second movie. I wonder what it would be called? Goals!? The third movie could be called Hat-trick? Nonetheless, the movie allowed me to have some thoughts about life. That which will be discussed later. The point is the movie is somewhat flawed in the sense that you don't transfer the players with three games left in the league. It's EPL for crying out loud. The transfer of Santi is even less possible with strict British imigration laws restricting the grant of work permits to relatively non-European Union young players. The real foul up is when Santi said to his mentor and agent Foy, 'Newcastle United? That is a big club.' And Foy corrects him, ' It is a very big club.' Nobody really considers the big clubs in England as Manchester United, Chealsea, Arsenal, Liverpool and Newcastle. Perhaps the reason is that while the top clubs are battling the shit out in EPL and CL, Newcastle have the time to offer Tyneside as filming location and of course the possible revenue to be earn from a relatively neutral club with one of the biggest fan base and ground in England. Manchester United and Liverpool and Asernal have their own set of fans and its hard to get box office figures to go up if you only have one set of die-hard fans and others hate you. Chelsea is very much the hated club in England with their infinite resources and arrogant swagger. Well I doubt Santi being at Arsenal will really be that significant as Henry and his Musketeers could do what he does in the movie, and it would be a direct dig at Jose Reyes. Liverpool are not known for using wingers. Chelsea would not be good for the second movie as nobody wants to move to Real Madrid from Chelsea and give up their pot of gold in their big paychecks. Manchester United already have their own version in a right winger moving to Real Madrid in David Beckham, who also played a cameo role in this movie. I wonder if he will take Beckham's place on the right berth for the second movie? Then again with Beckham's popularity and marketability and his penchant for fame and the limelight, he might feature as Santi's mentor and buddy, somewhat like Harris in this movie.
A triva is that my favorite player Kaká is featuring in the second movie, as is Ronaldinho. One of the players who truly appreciates playing football, always smiling even when being tackled.

The incident that got me considering about my own real ability and suitability in football was the Sunday football gathering that I had always looked forward to. Anderson came from his soccer gathering to accompany me after much reassuring and had quite a lot of understanding and faith in me. I was seeing more of the ball and able to play better passes than usual. However, with the introduction of players from outside, there was more options to pass to and thus I was seeing less of the ball. The second half begun with me asking Anderson to swap with me once in a while to allow me to play up the pitch more often. Anderson, being his generous and understanding self, agreed and even told me that he would pass to me when I get into a good position. Starting by moving up the pitch, a regular player of our group comment, 'You moving out ah? Better don't move out la.' That was a clear indication of his judgement on my technique and an insult to me being an uneffective member of the team. That was met with my rebuttal on his own lack of ability to keep possession of the ball. Though I would have made a comment on his fear of matching up against bigger-sized players. That was however a bit too much, since I only wanted to play soccer and not look for an uncalled for confrontation. Linjiang signalled to him to stop talking about it. The game continued with me playing link up with the external players and Anderson. IMHO and that of Anderson's, my technique and stamina was something that leaves much to be desired for, but my ideas and link-ups were quite good, until my stamina caught me out. Or perhaps the lack of stamina. Hell, I even provided an assist, even though it was somewhat unintended. Anderson did encourage me and told me to play on his side as they would not discrimminate against me and pass to me to allow me to train myself more. The game i played with my usual team is usually with me seeing less of the ball and used as a last measure against the opposition. So I have to block shots and gets criticism for letting in goals. One thing that really pisses me off was that I have external players who are better that are willing to pass to me and trust me rather than my own footballing pals. Perhaps they know me too well and have no confidence in my skills. However, I guess I am really attending the games so as to play with my good friend, Kenneth. It is very seldom that we meet each other so I really treasure the time I play football. The pitch is in Bishan and is farther than Anderson's group in Bedok. So I think I will reconsider my options. I guess when one is being written off by others, one can either choose to prove himself or seek to avoid it. Kenneth did mention to me that the guys felt that I had the lousiest skills in the team and was somewhat laughing at me whenever I was playing. However, I replied that no one should stop me from doing something I like, which is why for the time I often get laughed at, I try to find the positives in football. Trying to learn to do what I like regardless of what people said. At least Anderson and Kenneth's advice and encouragement reassured my stand that as long as I like to play soccer, I should.

Damnit, my two paragraphs of text was deleted. Anyway recently two friends have betrayed me and made off with my loans up to a four figure sum. Separate characters they may be but hell sure they are the same serpent underneath. Why should I be considerate to their fucking conditions and give them a good life while I suffer from betrayal and a loss of wealth. Fuck them. I will soon enough get pissed off and angered to do something extreme. I think these people needed to be taught a lesson. Fuckin pussy, running away from the problems. One of it being a guy as well. What kind of guy are you? All the talk about taking care of your family and your girl when you are attached. Bollocks. One who knows not the responbility in keeping one's word should not be qualified to talk about responsibility. Unlike one bastard fucker who spread malicious rumours about me under the name of Mr V, I shall not mention names nor use aliases as I believe if you want to scold someone you should either say their names outrigh or do it in their faces. Not talk about me in his now-defunct blog as Mr V. Fucker even spread rumours about me in school. What a pussy. Don't force me to call that in your face. I have that urge everytime I see you and so does my girlfriend, but I guess that would only lower myself to your imbicile level. So much for your talk of friendship and respectibility. Someone who works in the shadow like a thief should not even talk about respect.