What the holy balls, i haven't been blogging in what, ten piece of shit years?
A whole bull crap of shit has happened.
Right now the season's just begun.

Today for the first time in my entire soccer career (which very unfortunately only began late last year) i came onto the pitch, ready and really wanting to play a match.
4 hours before the match i imagined myself surging forward on the left flank after the kick-off.
I was holding the ball well, confident, composed and (unexpectedly) skillful and agile.
We were told that the match was postponed.
I was surprised that the slight tinge of happiness i felt (which came from the fact that yay we have another week to train) was overwhelmed by feelings of disappointment.
It's like SIA LA EMILY IS ACTUALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO A COMPETITION?!! WTF SIAL...
zzzz i think i lost the will to blog.

Staying to watch the SA VS JJ match was kinda, hmm how should i put it?
My language sucks la, can't express my thoughts clearly.
Ok erm, maybe i should start off with my belief in dribbling.
My favourite part of soccer is dribbling.
It allows you to exploit gaps in the opponent's defence, opens up options, increases the chances of your team scoring, minimises collision with defenders, brings up your morale, makes you unpredictable.
and because i'm a player with a lot of limitations,
e.g cannot cross cannot lift the ball wtf don't get me started.
I mostly rely on dribbling when attacking because everyone can do it if they want to.
It makes me feel happy, useful and confident.
When i saw SA play, one of their centre mids was wowhoo.
Everyone was fighting. Everyone wanted the ball.
I got more fired up.
Dribbling is an art and it's something i believe in in soccer.

On monday mr khoo put me back on the left wing, something i didn't expect.
I was constantly worried about not being able to play well up front.
I was bloody happy man
The flank feels like home. Maybe because i've been training there ever since Zidane knows when.
Once again i saw the beauty in football;
If you don't score at first, you keep trying and trying and trying and trying ...
until you do.
I realise that i rely a lot on sam and midzoom to receive my balls, shoot and complete the attack. but thats what football is about right?
Reliance, dependence, complementing one another?

I think mr khoo has a very bad impression of me.
He gives me the feeling that he thinks i am . ok shan't elaborate.
All i know is that to prove him wrong, the only thing i can do is to show him what i am on the field.
Recently, i've lost quite a bit, but i've gained quite a bit as well.
Well, in life i guess you gain some and you lose some.
and sometimes some things just hurt.
and you only have yourself to blame.

wow feels weird blogging.

Right now i'm trying to think of MI first half, what the hell went into me then?

Been watching Messi and Zidane lately in addition to the usual Ronaldinho and Kaka.
blown away, as always.
In the end, we all marvel at the beauty of it all.
It all boils down to one thing man.
Passion.
Everything else stems from it as well.

To be the best, you have to first think you are the best,
then make sure you are the best.
Are you willing to give up everything for the game?

Labels: life, motivation, nationals, passion, soccer

I am building a fire, and every day i train, i add more fuel.
At just the right moment, i light the match.

Labels: motivation, passion, soccer

how should i say this
i really wish that now it is june instead of december.
wish we had mr khoo helping us right from the beginning.
wish intensive training had started right from the beginning.
time is passing really fast its killing me.
another four more months and i will have to start mugging for As.
man,
every training is like a golden opportunity to improve and be one step closer to our goal, no matter how small that step is.
we are getting there,
dear santa, i guess you know what i want this christmas.

for the first bloody fucking time im not wishing to have brains.

Labels: graduation, motivation, passion, soccer

omgomg eight below is showing on monday at 7pm!
i cant miss that!
alkdlasjdklasjdaklsjlakjlaskjlaksjdaslsa
ok i just set an alarm on my hp to remind myself .

i actually have a lot to say man, but im really too darn lazy to type out everything that has been going on in my life for the past two days and how i feel about them.
zzzzzzzzzz
where shall i start...
wow i realise that every time i want to blog about training, negative thoughts start filling my mind because i really dont think anything i did that was praiseworthy. im dead serious, not trying to be modest or whatever.
today is quite the perfect example.
walao eh first we played some defence attack thingy and i was literally a useless piece of shit...
didnt do much except mostly observed how zhongying held the ball with such composure i can only dream of having sigh.
then we played 7v7 on a skinny strip of grass
bloody challenging(for me at least) because i admit im a dumb player.
couldnt even trap the ball properly wtf
bloody slow.
i cant put it in words.
just why do i lose everything when im under pressure?
like during important races in the past, i sometimes give up on myself. bloody disappointing.
i really hope that its not because i have fear of competitions or whatever shit.
i doubt so la its just that i dont have skill composure talent brains on the field.
(which is basically everything)
well, dont exactly know what else to say,
just that i kind
dont want to disappoint mr khoo
dont want to feel useless
dont want err continue tmr. was watching ronaldinho on youtube again haha

Labels: motivation, pepper, soccer

cant crumble.
cant show any signs of disappointment.
only the look of sheer determination and my undying spirit.

hard work not paying off anytime soon. hah

friday
go qw
buy tix for sundays match

sun
watch match
and try to spot the mr khoo being his insanely hysterical self HAHA

mon
kick at rv

wed
irontwelve

thurs lonely xmas

fri
soccer treat = wallet explosion

BACK TO TRAINING yesssssssssssss
and chem revision.
(and hopefully not) chem homework. (if i dont get it done by this week dammit)

candlelight dinner...sigh

Labels: alone, motivation, soccer

ok from now on, i shall not swop positions when im tired during any mini games we play during trg or with the guys (if there is a next time)
its going to be 11 times more tiring during the real game and 11 times harder.

anw i finally got the chem assessment book. but it looks so neat in the plastic cover i cant bear to take it out.
i bought another book.
marley and me; because i feel that i can relate to it.

havent finish tuesday with morrie yet. read it on 67 today, will read again tmr.

anw my fitness sucks.
i keep panting like a piece of shit during every trg.
but yt keeps reassuring me that im not the only one.
sy says i should rest for a day.
i think so too.
maybe ill lax a little during fitness tmr.

Labels: homework, motivation, soccer

holla people!
i find it inspiring everytime a football player speaks lol
http://www.uefa.com/trainingground/index.html#34004/2048/601290
you wont always get it right but training is the best way to improve
the more you try it in training the better you'll be able to do it in matches

so i must really break out of my cowardly turtle shell and try out stuff i learnt from the videos.
http://www.uefa.com/trainingground/index.html#34004/2048/714247

Labels: motivation, soccer, videos