united's golden age

i just finished watching a string of youtube videos on Jj's and Tp's blogs. one featured the partnership of Yorke and Cole, one had David Beckham's best assists, one was on Peter Schmeichel, and of course, one on our dear beloved 20LEGEND. and the more i watched, the more convinced i was that the team which one the Treble (which was mostly the same team that went on to two successive titles) was definitely one of the best in the world, and would be a top class squad even by today's standards. forget all the flashiness of ronaldo or the bulldozing of rooney. there was something truly magical about how beckham, giggs, cole and yorke could combine to score some seriously wondrous goals, and how even when not playing regularly, solskjaer and sheringham could read the minds of team mates as though they had never left the pitch. that was magic at its best, and it's very difficult to build a much better team than that

i also more convinced than ever that schmeichel somehow obtained a pair of invisible wings, because some of his saves are really beyond even the laws of physics. stunning stuff

the magic moment

"is this their moment"
"beckham"
"into sheringham..."
"AND SOLSKJAER HAS DONE IT"

4 lines that shaped history

tribute to solskjaer

This picture is truly what belongs in the legend books of Old Trafford, likely the most important goal that hero Ole Gunnar Solskjaer has ever scored, that took united from champions to Treble winners, and setting the stage for two more consecutive titles. Forever he will be remembered, by names such as the Baby-Faced Assassin, for all his exploits in front of goal, whenever the team needed goals the most. Notorious for his goal-scoring after coming off the subs bench, he will always have a place in the hearts of United fans worldwide, and his memory should not be blighted with the injuries that have kept him out of the game for so much of the last three years (yet he still scored 11 goals last season), but rather it is images such as that one above, and others over the years, that should be recalled whenever his name is mentioned.

Ole, ole ole ole, Gunnar, Solskjaer. Thank you for all your services to the club, and may you continue to play a vital role, even behind the scenes, in the club's continuing run for success

rarh

why do i even bother

and how many times am i going to ask myself the same question before i find the answer

just let it go

but i can't. it means too much

you have no choice. there's nothing you can do about it

and that's the entire fucking problem

oh boy

as the end of the last year of the first phase of my life draws inexorably closer, i find myself constantly experiencing this feeling of dissatisfaction, of unfulfilment, like something's missing. i realise that in all my 12 years of schooling, for all that i've done to try and make it special, it has truly been as mundane is it could get.

sure there were some memorable events, but that's what they'll stay as: memories, records, words in a book or log, kept away, inevitably collecting dust. there's nothing i've done that goes beyond this, that may leave some form of legacy, such that there is hope for future remembrance.

much as i try to keep my life as normal as possible, i persistently have this need to do something big, something special, something worth mention. maybe it's my ego brewing, but it's definitely in there somewhere, and it's not happy. hence now, i have to cope with rushed studying, while on the flip side trying to enjoy my last few days of school as much as possible, and now all of that is laced with a hint of desperation, that something's missing, that there's a problem somewhere, and that there's not much time left to do anything about it.

ah screw it. i don't know why i'm suddenly feeling like this today. and i truly hate it when this happens.

and i still wonder why i'm wasting my time here.

seven blunders of the world

the following is a list of the Seven Blunders of the World, written by Mahatma Gandhi, given to his grandson Arun Gandhi, who added an eight Blunder:

• Wealth without work
• Pleasure without conscience
• Knowledge without character
• Commerce without morality
• Science without humanity
• Worship without sacrifice
• Politics without principle
• Rights without responsibility (added by Arun Gandhi)
  

Gandhi Senior called these 'acts of passive violence', and said that preventing these is the best way to prevent oneself or one's society from reaching a point of violence.

ironic that for all the raving and ranting and rioting about the physical wars and violence around the world, especially in the middle east, it is these very same 'blunders' that are destroying people

IAs OVER

for the first time in my life

i never thought i'd see this moment

i can finally say

NO MORE IAs

(within my control anyway)

NO MORE PHYSICS PRACS

NO MORE ECONS IAs

NO MORE IOC AND ENGLISH WHATNOTS

NO MORE STUPID MALAY ORALS (i hope)

fuck you IB

x-country aftermath

i have discovered that i still harbour a love for running, whether short or long distances

i have discovered that i am unbelievably out of shape, so much so that i can't love running as i normally love running

i have discovered that despite CKS's triumphs in the early years of my school life, it is GHK with the last laugh. ha ha ha

i have discovered that i am a troubled person (how groundbreaking)

finally, i have discovered that friendship can be found anytime, anywhere, in many different ways

a very productive day, i must say

poem

mark chua has inspired me to write this tonight while i'm feeling philosophical and Robert Frost - esque

the train journey stretches ever longer
along the track to nowhere
as i stare out the windows over yonder
i see nothing at all there

the train chugs along the track
leaving a trail of smoke in its wake
clickety clack, clickety clack
you wonder if it'll ever brake

but then i squint in the distance
i see a speck of light just far away
it breaks me out of my eternal trance
that takes me through every single day

i wonder to myself, is that the sun rising?
but it's so late into the night
it appears to be growing, brightening
and i stare straight into its light

the train continues on, oblivious
to the strange sight outside the window
but i'm sure even the religiously pious
are unable to ignore the glow

i know what it means to me
and what i must do to succeed
but as i move on past every tree,
my pleas, the light does not heed

now the light is gone from sight
and no sign of it remains
but it's stuck in my mind, shining so bright
and like the sun, it never wanes

x-country

whoo tomorrow is x-country. and to think it's the last x-country i'll be running as a student. in fact now everything is the last thing i'll be doing as a student of the school. very odd feeling.

anyway. i'm so dead for the run. i have not run any significant distance for a significant amount of time, such that a significant percentage of my significant muscle mass in my (in)significant-ly size legs are significantly deteriorating at a significant rate that has no significant connection to any significant mathematical topic involving rate of change.

how significant

concert

i feel completely unmotivated to play in tomorrow's concert.

much as i want to enjoy playing it, circumstances are beginning to shape themselves and i can already see that the atmosphere tomorrow is going to be nowhere near as enjoyable as FOAs once were.

yawn