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Wanderers season 2003....read all the crap i wrote for the whole season

Coach Eddie Jones, criticised for instilling a sterile game into the Wallabies, believes that the team playing smart rather than adventurous rugby, will win the World Cup.


Totally agree on what Eddie is saying. A good example is yesterday.

Hurrah!!!

Wanderers beat SRC and SCC, 41-0 and 9-6 respectively to win the National Plate and Cup Finals respectively.

Against SRC, we played our normal organised game. Being aware not to be hasty to score. We had our chances. Scoring a herd of tries. While SRC not even getting anything positive. Good win guys. Till the day we meet again to plan our Singapore domination of Division 1 rugby.

Against SCC it was a very close-quarters kinda game. With Charlie Brazier knocking in 2 penalty goals and Marcus Blackburn slotting the winner. Very very close game. Nothing much to say, because I went to get food at 7-11.

Now, post mortem for me. Totally screwed up game. Could have done better. Of all things. knocked on quicktaps. First time mans. FUCK ME!!! Well, atleast I smashed the SRC prop unconscious. So nice of me to ask Najib to pass the ball to that fatty with me lingering in the shadows. Well thens, I did my specials too. Didn't allow the receiver to release the ball in one ruck. Come to think of it. He did it twice against me this year. Well fuck him. Now, the apologies. I'm sorry about my mistakes. I promise never to do it ever again. And fuck the goddamn weather!!! Well, thanks to everyone in Wanderers for everything, especially the support. Thank you guys.

As from WWW.SRU.ORG.SG.
Singapore Cup and Plate Preview.
The NRC comes to a climax this weekend at the Padang, where the Singapore Cup and the Singapore Plate will be contested. Both games promise to be a battle royale and the heroics from the ongoing World Cup would surely serve as an inspiration for the teams to lift their game to greater heights.

In the Singapore Plate final, Wanderers find themselves against the most improved team of the tournament, SRC. The perennial bottom dwellers has come to life this season with a brand of rugby that oozes flair and power. Attack is the team mantra and attack from anywhere is the preferred style of play. If it sounds too much like the Pacific Islands style of rugby, it's probably true. SRC have strengthened their ranks with imports from the South Pacific and the rugged boys from the south have brought a breath of fresh air into the NRC. They have entertained week in and week out and look a good bet for the title.

Wanderers will seek to exploit a disorganized SRC defense as well as their average stamina. The coaching staff will preach patience and composure as the game will probably be decided in the last ten minutes. Wanderers have been consistent performers and their no-nonsense style of play will be in stark contrast to the flair of SRC. They have the personnel who are capable of turning games around and their defense has been rock solid. The match will have it's fair share of big hits and mesmerizing runs. It will be a classic and surely a match not to be missed.

Buck up Indra. Grand finals is a huge event. The best rugby you have ever played since you ever started. 14 other players are putting hope into a 19 year old and you better not fail them. Its been too long and too far. Wear the number 7 with pride as did previous opensides have been wearing them. Never fail them because you are as skilled as anyone of them. You have the ability and unpredictability to spur on your forwards. Remember, its good to be 19.

The most mobile back row forwards in Division 1 will be playing in the Plate finals this Saturday. Nur Indra, Daryl and Matt Ward. Oh yuh, forgot to thank Patrick Knight and Chuck for all their help and guidance.

Name: Nur Indra Bin Yahaya
Age: 18 March 1984
Primary School: Montfort Junior School
Secondary School: Montfort Secondary School
Co-Curricular Activities in Secondary School: Choir (Secondary 1, National Day thingy), NCC, Softball, Rugby, Making paper aeroplanes.
Tertiary: Singapore Polytechnic
Favourite food: Wanton Noodles
Favourite possesion: Body
Favourite shoe: Mizuno Wave Precision
Favourite boot: Mizuno Six Nations
Favourite songs: I would do anything for love (but i won't do that) Meatloaf, Seasons in the Abyss Slayer.

We are judged by our appearances. And as shallow as that is, it is a fact of life. Like it or not.

Thank You
Well then. I don't know how to start this. First of, I'm gonna thank Bill Doherty and Cameron Torrance for teaching me how to be a respectable openside flanker. Thanks to Ross Ventras for talking to me in April on what I must do in the team. Thanks to Mike Paterson, who will always be like a dad to me. Thanks to Sammy Dale for also being like an on-field dad to me, making sure I don't fuck up and picking me up when I am "down". Thanks to Daryll for being a great Number.8! Thanks also to Damon! Thanks to Romi and Najib for being the role models that they are. Thanks to the OFS players for being a great team on and off the field. Generally, thanks to everyone at Wanderers!

Afternoon kiddies.
Lovely day for training. Its the final 2 training sessions of the season. Grand finals on Saturday. What a great ending. Gonna have a half-foot sub for break fast later. Well have fun kiddies.

Acrid 2:43
A revelation came to me today. I am an naive idiot with a compulsive disorder. I was giving advice to a friend of mine. Lets call him Mr R. Mr R's life is rugby and nothing else. I advised him to loosen up and have a proper balanced "life". I guess it was more to a pot calling a kettle black. I advise people, I myself can't do it. What I need is understanding. What I need is a life. Life without worries. Life without fear. Life without rugby.

For those of you guys who have tasted my cooking and wondered why they taste so well....its because of these babies......

I'm in a terrible state. So worried that I'll get kicked out of school because of maths. God, Mrs Tay and Ian knows how much effort I put into making sure that doesnt happen... sigh... this is eating my sanity....

Mass with class!!!

This is my fantasy world cup line up of 15 1st team players and 7 substitutes.

1. Phil Vickery
2. Steve Thompson
3. Kees Meeuws
4. Chris Jack
5. Ali Williams
6. Phil Waugh
7. Richard McCaw
8. Colin Charvis (Captain)
9. Steve Devine
10. Mike Catt
11. Shane Williams
12. Aaron Mauger
13. Will Greenwood
14. Aurelien Rougerie
15. Werner Greef

Subs:
16. Neil Back
17. Rueben Thorne
18. Austin Healey
19. Frederic Michalak
20. Imanol Harinordoquy
21. Johann Van Niekerk
22. Rupeni CauCau

Acrid 1:1
Humans gifted with utmost beauty are balanced with ugly personalities and attitude. Owning such physical beauty have made them forget that they are humans after all and will grow old and wrinkly-skinned. They abuse their beauty in becoming a so-called facist, accepting only those of the same kind. These kind of humans are brought forth as a mirrors from god, telling his children that at least they are gifted with proper personalities, pleasant attitudes and that people love them because of who they are and not because of that palpable thing called BEAUTY..

Here comes the pain!!

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You are an Orc. Foul creature, away with thee. Or
do you like heavy metal, body piercing and
unwashed pits? Same thing, dear warped
creature.


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Metabolic-Slipknot Gone - I couldn't murder your promise Right before my eyes The revolutions of my psychosis Kept me outta the way Once - inside - all I hold is ash... Fail - suppressing every feeling I'm in so much pain I have every fuckin' right to hate you I can't take it! The hardest part was knowing that I could never be you Now all I do is sit around and wish I could forget you My demise - I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny - I fold, but they keep on coming (Stop) I'm always ready to die But you're killing me Who are you to me? Who am I to you? Is this a lesson in nepotistic negligence? By default, you are my only link to the outside Psychosomatic suicide Where were you when I was down? Can you show me a way... To face everyday with this face - goodbye My demise - I took a life worth living and Made it worth a mockery I deny - I fold, but they keep on coming (Stop) I'm always ready to die But you're killing me When I blur my eyes, they make the whole World breath - I see you fucking me And I am absolutely controlly every urge To mutilate - the one and only answer So much for memories... I wanna derss in your insecurities And be the perfect you - I'm through I'm out-stretched out for all to loathe Here we go - the ultimate irony

10 reasons why I hate Fijians

1. They like to run.
2. They got niggly wiggly tactics while playing rugby.
3. They like to run.
4. I hate chasing them.
5. They won't keep the ball at hand.
6. They hate the tight stuffs in rugby.
7. They hate being tackled.
8. They like to run.
9 They like to do fancy stuffs.
10. Did I mention they like to run?

Hello kiddies..good day...well this gonna be short and sweet... wanderers trashed bucks 50-6 to proceed to the Singapore Cup Finals. So on 8th November, Wanderers 1st div team would play bedok kings..and the premier side would play SCC who somehow managed to beat Bedok Kings..
Cheers to Charlie Brazier who had his last game of the season today.

Congrats, you're Magneto! We all bow down to your
greatness! You're powerful and regal, but a
little snobby. We humans forgive your holier-
than-thou attitude, though, because all you
plans for mutant superiority end up busting
anyway. At least your heart is in the right
place. You constantly fight your bestfriend and
his team, but manage to mantain that
relationship. You're mean to your charges and
use your own children. I suggest apologizing to
all the people you've wronged before it comes
back to haunt you.


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Azrael
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------


The angels in high places
Who minister to us,
Reflect God's smile, -- their faces
Are luminous;
Save one, whose face is hidden,
(The Prophet saith),
The unwelcome, the unbidden,
Azrael, Angel of Death.
And yet that veiled face, I know
Is lit with pitying eyes,
Like those faint stars, the first to glow
Through cloudy winter skies.
That they may never tire,
Angels, by God's decree,
Bear wings of snow and fire, --
Passion and purity;
Save one, all unavailing,
(The Prophet saith),
His wings are gray and trailing,
Azrael, Angel of Death.
And yet the souls that Azrael brings
Across the dark and cold,
Look up beneath those folded wings,
And find them lined with gold.

Scene: an immense and darkling plain, remotely lit by the sunset of the last day. Two demons, passing from the interstellar deep, have paused on an isolated hill-top.

First Demon

What world is this, all desolate and dim

Under the lone, phantasmagoric heavens

Great with the hanging night? Yon luminance

Is lurid as the Furnace-glare of hell,

Seen from the contiguity of gloom

Of a Cimmerian region. All the air

Flags heavily, as beneath the weight of wings

Invisible and evil-from the plain

No movement, save of shadows mustering

Behind the heels of day.

Second Demon

It is the Earth,

A hoary planet, old in wrath and woe

As any hell. Red pestilence and war

Have now refunded to the usuring wind

The breath of all its peoples; Azrael,

Delivering now the town and necropole

To one decay in night's abysmal vault,

Prepares him for departure. From afar,

Seest thou not the towering of his wings,

Like thunder on the sunset? Widening,

Those vans involve and stifle half the light

With bat-like folds and ribs: on the further stars,

Or worlds unknown of the outer infinite,

He now intends the darkness of his course;

On Algol's planets haply poised, he will

Make permanent the sable sun's eclipse,

Or round some vast Antarean satellite

His shadowed arc will broaden to a sphere,

Oblivion's black and perfect globe. . . . On Earth

He comes no more: the very worms have died

In the scarce-nibbled carrion; the thin wind

Will write man's epitaph in shifting sand,

And the pale unfading arabesques of frost

Adorn and fret his ghoul-forgotten tomb.

Pride of a Wanderer
I'm PROUD to be a Wanderer. Not many players who want to join end up actually playing regularly in any of the teams of Wanderers RFC. Well, here is my definition of a Wanderer.
1. Comes in any size, weight, colour.
2. Only wants to win.
3. Great Offensive player.
4. Good Defensive player.
5. A good friend.
6. Always on the front foot in attack.
7. Above normal boxing skills.
Well, train hard, win hard, play easy. Thats what I always feel. You can be from Police, or from Lion Reds, or from the other top clubs like Bedok Kings, SCC or Bucks. Nothing beats the Wandering experience. Joining is the easy part. Staying is the hard part. Being a "local" nobody is the worse part. But over the near 2 years of being a Wanderer, I've been accepted as one of the common faces on the playing field. Thank god for my ball-carrying skills, if not, i'd be sidelined because of my abysmal tackling. Nicknamed Scavenger, Champion (or Champ), I guess I'm the one who gripes alot but does his job.
For all you readers out there who want to be a Wanderer, come, don't be shy. Its super hard work. But its damn worth it in a few months time to maybe a year. You will definitely improve. From the Ritchie Valens song:
I am a Wanderer. I am a Wanderer. I roam Around Around Around Around.

JUVENILE HUMOR: Most people find your style of
humor annoying. Other words that come to mind
are base, crude, disgusting, disrespectful, and
inconsiderate. Don't get angry when you read
this, you've heard it all before. In your
circle, however, you are one seriously funny
guy. Your toilet humor and wild pranks keep
your freinds laughing.

SICK AND TWISTED INDIVIDUALS LIKE YOURSELF ARE
WELCOME AT:
http://pub98.ezboard.com/bkickbanned


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Azrael His black-feathered messengers accompany him to the river of souls, where he brings redeeming darkness with his wings of promise. Through the cold fire of his blade he makes the beginning end and the ending begin. His countenance constantly covered, for the disgrace in the eyes of those he haunts might not reach him. Banned with bells, for you can hear him approach with each of his steps. Chained by God, For the fourth Rider shall never gain his true power …

Oooooh Mike Tindall... Destroying the Australian backline...

Hail fellow countrymen.. Well today is a good day for my stomach. Topped of todays "buffet" with salmon. Well, Ireland played a horrid yet good game of rugby today. hehe.. wet weather... what to do.. well then.. practiced walking and taking leaps.. foot felt good... going training tommoroe... retake my mantle of 1st choice Division 1 openside flanker for Wanderers... kekeke... *sniggers*.. well then.. catch ya later... brain not cohesive with fingers... so nothing makes sense..

The Homicidal Nazi


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San Sebastian-Sonata Arctica I could see my life, short film passing my eyes I tried to look away from her, as always I just tried Sweetness in her eyes, gone thru one million miles How could I turn my back on her, the sweetest thing alive I was eager, day time dreamer, waiting time when I'd come alive Sun of San Sebastian eighteen years young today She's all I ever dreamed, but now my skies are turning gray It was good I got to know her well, because it made me see That the sun of San Sebastian is just too hot for me Look what I have done to my San Sebastian I wasted all my childhood dreams by staring at sun Back in time with a dream of mine I try to find my way back to life Burning fever, night time screamer, waiting time when I'd come alive Sun of San Sebastian oh why I cannot stay She's all I ever dreamed, but now my skies are turning gray It was good I got to know her well, because it made me see That the sun of San Sebastian Is just too hot for me Every single day, for the rest of my way I live without my love, my God, I have to stay in shade When I'm old and gray, I remember that day When she came, that perfect dame and she blew me away I was eager, day time dreamer, waiting time when I'd come alive Was it good I got to know her well although it made me see That the sun of San Sebastian is way too hot for me? Now I live my life in shades and I am married to the moon And the sun of San Sebastian is warming someone new

Droools..... a Range Rover.... I wanna get one... painted in orange..

God Send Death-Slayer On your back look on to me You'll see genocide Face from death more than insane Profane pleading cries Watch you die inside watch you die God send death end misery Preach no love of ministry Pray for sin a shattered faith Down on your knees Your screaming out to die Death is over due Nothing can save you A morbid symphony Hearing you lie there screaming Taking life from you Is all I wanna do Desire so deranged This is what lives inside me Putrid blood flows through my veins To thrive on demise Voyeurs' lust watching the pain Touching you inside Bleed you fucking dry Bleed on me Death's design blood splattered wall Face melting one vicious whore Twisted figures flesh from bone Down on your knees Your screaming out To die Death is overdue Nothing can save you A morbid symphony Hearing you lie there screaming Taking life from you Is all I wanna do Desire so deranged This is what lives inside me Clawing at the eyes of god You taste your death in hand Your fingers bleed in vain Your scream-in your grave Clawing at the eyes of god You pierce your throat and hands You've gone insane with pain Your blind screaming for your god Pathetic god Death's design blood splattered wall Face melting one vicious whore Twisted figures Drown your mind in pain?

You're goin' down! FOR HACKING INTO COMPUTERS!


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You are Form 9, Vampire: The Undying.

"And The Vampire was all that remained on
the blood drowned creation. She attempted to
regrow life from the dead. But as she was
about to give the breath of life, she was
consumed in the flame of The Phoenix and the
cycle began again."

Some examples of the Vampire Form are Hades (Greek)
and Isis (Egyptian).
The Vampire is associated with the concept of
death, the number 9, and the element of fire.
Her sign is the eclipsed moon.

As a member of Form 9, you are a very realistic
individual. You may be a little idealistic,
but you are very grounded and down to earth.
You realize that not everything lasts, but you
savor every minute of the good times. While
you may sometimes find yourself lonely, you
have strong ties with people that will never be
broken. Vampires are the best friends to have
because they are sensible.


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Mors


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Goshawk! You're a lot nastier than a Hawk, and tend
to be defensive and aggressive; sometimes even
cagey. People tend to give you your distance...
or face the consequences.


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You are quite depressed
and self-destructive,
close to suicidal.


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I woke up feeling suicidal today. I think I'll buy my self a penknife..

The Jackal


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I had this weird dream last night. Felt like I got into the Matrix. It was true romance. Felt so real. Met this nigh perfect gerl in it. Can't believe it was only a dream. *sighs*...

Saint....Sinner

Wanderers had mixed fortunes in yesterdays 2 matches against Bedok Kings. The 1st Division playoff against Bedok Kings was pretty good. Winning it 15-0. The most rucks and mauls I have ever been in. well as always....everyone was in a congratulatory mood.

The Premier side lost 20something to nil. I don't know wat happened. Romi got a serious concussion and I had to play 13 minutes into the 2nd half. at the 17th minute of that half, I got yellow carded (had to spend 10minutes of the field because of a silly offence and a bad call by the referee). Bedok Kings then went on to score 2 more tries... I'm ashamed.... deeply ashamed... this game had left me with a deep scar that I won't get over anytime soon....

Well then..clash of the 2 rugby giants in Singapore rugby today. Wanderers and Bedok Kings. 3.30pm at the Yio Chu Kang Stadium Gonna be a shocker today. Good rugby..Loads of beer which i cant drink.. rugby.... rugby... and rugby. Hard to know who will win each year.. No two teams has bagged the National Championship more than Wanderers and Bedok Kings. Be there or be square...

In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight, let those who worship evil's might, beware my power, Green Lantern's light....

Which one is nicer?

Which one is nicer?

Introducing Mike Catt. England's backup FlyHalf for Johnny Wilkinson. Heavenly passes. Attacking Genius. He creates tries for his other backs to finish. Tactical kicking genius.

Starting lineup for Saturday's game against Bedok Kings

Division 1
1. Tom
2. Pat
3. Tank
4. Rob
5. Sam
6. Wardy
7. Indra
8. Darryl
9. Hemi
10. Mash
11. Keenan
12. Mick
13. Pete G
14. Ben
15. Gavin

Res:

Quintin
Nick
Steve
Christian
Eammon
Ian

Starting lineup for Saturday's game against Bedok Kings.

Premier League

1. Ben
2. Ross
3. Duncan
4. Chris
5. Brian
6. CJ
7. Romi
8. Charlie
9. Jason
10. Rob
11. Najib
12. Marcus
13. Colin
14. Yo
15. Andy

Res:
Pete D

Introducing..Richard "Ritchie" McCaw
From my point of view.. he is the best openside flanker in the world right now.. dynamic.. with ball handling skills which backs will envy, terrifying tackles, fast reactions, a knack for scoring tries. He is what every openside flanker is supposed to be...

Hello kiddies..School was ok....had a good Maths class and helped Ian do his Internet Programming website.. pretty ok i guess.. well didnt go to training tonight.. shoulder hurts like fuck.. well its a good reason to rest.. watched That 70's show and proceeded to changing the skin to my bloggy woggy..


Rugby World Cup is at the end of this week.. my forecasts for best backline player of the tournament would be Joe Rokocoko or Doug Howlett and best forwards player would be Richard McCaw... thats what i think anywaes..

you are fuck.


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Huge sigh of relief.. Shouldnt have been worrying too much on SRC's Fijian Imports.. 2 words.. They suck!! I set my mark in the first ruck of the game.. Fucked that ruck so much that the ref gave a penalty to Wanderers because SRC didnt release the ball when I wanted to pick it up.. Cheers on you you bloody stupid Fijian pansie.. I shall not be fucked around with due to my age.. I felt good being the youngest in a senior team game..


Pretty cool.. Lemme recall what i did.. Received a kick-off ball which i sidestepped an opponent and passed out to a screaming Rob Martin Murphy.. Received a quick tap ball from Jamie where I then sidestepped two Forwards and squeezed thru 2 other forwards before being brought down by a pissed Fijian.. Had another penalty for that because they were'nt 10 metres away.. Charged down their Fullback on a clearance kick and managed to make him freak out.. Charged down their fullback again when he was about to score and he made a bad decision of kicking the ball in open play.. should have let me whack you u faggot.. Charged from the scrum to their Flyhalf who saw me small and switch passed to his huge outcentre who got hammered face first by yours truly.. Tackle count for yesterday was around 10-15 tackles... pretty good.. Fucked up alot of their rucks and secured alot of our rucks..


Overall an excellent game.. Iochi Ohira in his own words.. "Good game Indra...you are like Phil Waugh the scavenger... Indra the Scavenger.." sounds good..... But I got my sights as Romi's Replacement if he stops playing.. More of a Richard McCaw in the making.. Patrick Knight congratulated me.. in his words, "You got Romi working for his position." the final score was 20 something to 10.. with SRC letting in a nice Fijian-style try.. well... takes champions to beat champions.. looking forward to the play-off match against Bedok Kings.. Congrats to Jamal Smeh on his wedding today..

Day started ok.. wore formal today.. well gave Constance a good show just now.. Talking is like so easy.. Well nothing much happened today.. Tommoroe having playoffs against SRC...fucking scared...the mere thought of Fijians....freaks me out...


Well just wished my love life was better...wished someone is serious about relationships...really sucks....2 years alone...when I actually do fall in love...its as if i never fell in love before and the feelings that I feel are totally new....someone help me please...

My Reeboks are the cause of all my foot-arch problems... Gonna splint the arch before the National League Playoffs game this saturday... Its good to be a Wanderer!!!

Hello kiddies... attended maths lecture this afternoon... craving for oily indian food... well... I'm with Ian now in the Project Labs exploiting school resources for our selfish needs... well.. there is no change in training venue tonite...bummer.... Turf City again... haiz.... well training is ok....my heel spur is a bitch... fucking painful sia.... well... wont be wearing my reebok boots then...i think they are the cause of the problems... well catch ya later kiddies...

Well....pretty boring day.. Spent the whole evening watching RoboCop!! Lame man. Well school is ok..... nothing much happening.... After TV...talked to Fariha and then to Mariah... Mariah's cool... I wish her well... Well.. I'll probably have another post before I sleep...... Cyaz

Yesterday and today went pretty well.....update the blog later.......

For those who really disagree in what I said. Or find me an incessant brat.... i cant blame you.... Its just that...I don't give a fuck... Being hated and ridiculed changes a person alot.. I didn't choose to be this way....

Reflection means a reflective examination.


Been thinking alot lately. Looking at the mirror. I see nothing. Noticed that I am pretty much transparent. Noticed I don't have much friends in life due to my exploits in rugby. Once u add Studies into the equation, there is onli enough time to eat and sleep.


Normal 19 year olds would be busy going out, slacking with friends and probably fuck here and there. What do I do? Once I step out of school and get alone, I feel like a damn Ronin in youth society.


To walk among society, never to be normal and accepted. To be shunned by others and hate everything about others although others don't seem to feel any hate from me.


Hate, pretty mild word. Love to hate people. Hate myself too. I put new meaning to hate.lol... You know in the states, when people talk like I do, they are classified as suicidal? Haiz, really don't understand how I am feeling now. All I know is, I feel different. Like some Human sub-species. Created due to man's flaw for being prone to emotions. Sometimes hiding my own true emotions tend to be my falling. Not being able to transmit and convey true emotions to people....... makes me a turn off to initiate short talk with... I just lack that social strand in my DNA to actually be able to socialise to ppl my age group. I have a healthy dose of EQ and IQ but I seem to lack on the sociability department. As if I am a sentient being that ain't human, created to fix my generation's problem. I know this doesn't make sense, I guess the generation I see in my eyes lack real soul to actually define the true meaning of life as a teen and young adult.


I watched The Last Castle on HBO just now. Learnt something from the movie, No matter how bad society have treated you and thrown you away. One must be able to remember and continue his duty in whatever path of life he choose or is chosen to do... Hate destroys civilisations.. May god look kindly on my soul, and make my hardships bearable for I am his humble servant in ridiculing the people that I hate so dearly..... I don't blame you for not understanding and find me an idiot.

Morning kids, well today is a really bad day. I forgot to take back Jas' disketter which contain her technopreneurship project. Didn't sleep the whole night too. Nearly collapsed twice today....sigh...bad bad day

Burp...Just had lunch. Well, Ian went on home and now I got to rot till 3pm. Hijacked his plate of fries and there were no more hostages left alive after the calamity. Well, going to OFS later to do some gym work and plyometrics, I'll msg again before I sleep.

Ahh...in SALC now checked my mail. Training tonight is cancelled, probably go to OFS for some gym. Well Bucks asked for a postponement to this Saturday's clash, well...its ok i guess. On today's menu is, 2 bananas, 1 scoop Designer Whey Protein Powder with 2 tablespoons of Milo mixed with HL milk. The menu for champions...lol..

Gooooooooood Morning Singapore.....its 0600 now and what those the O stand for?Oh my god its early..Well I'm off to school. So sian its raining. Dress code for today, England Jersey! Swing Low.... sweet chariot... coming for to take me home... swing low.... sweet chariot.... coming for to carry me home....

Woke up from my nap. Noticed how lonely my life is.....good night peeps...

be sorted @ nimbo.net

Well. Helped Ian on his intro to Dream weaver. Nothing special happened today. Going home now, too much stupidity around me. Well, maybe its only 1 stupidity around me. Lol. Well, another boring day in the life of me.

*Yawn* Just woke up. Feel so fresh. Going to school later for Maths Lecture and meet Ian and Wangee to register that Final Year Project thingy majiggy. Well, see you all later kiddies....

How to choose a rugby boot.


Well, I'll start the whole rugby thingy with this topic, Boots. Rugby unlike soccer needs boots which are killing machines, as well as light and supportive. There are many kinds of rugby boots. High Cuts, Mid Cuts and Low Cuts. We shall leave out High Cut boots because nobody uses them now anyways.


Mid Cut Boots have their ankle support all the way up to the ankle. This gives more support to the ankle but on the downside, limits a player's speed and mobility. The guilty party found wearing these boots are mainly the Props and Locks due to what they do in the scrums.


Low Cut Boots as you people know have the ankle cutting right below the ball of the lower leg. This gives the player more freedom when he runs. Running, Sidestepping and Swerving is easier. Loose Forwards, Hookers and the Backs are the most noticeable wearers of Low Cut Boots.


When choosing a boot, never buy a boot that is bigger than your foot. If it is, you'd find running a hard chore as the boot vibrates alot. A cosy boot is always the best for any player.


The number of studs is also important to any player as this gives you the means to run on a soggy or a hard field. Plastic, rubber-moulded studs are fine for the Singapore climate but once it gets wet, 4x2s and 6x2s are the best. Blades aren't that bad too. It gives a supreme level of lateral movement and are comfortable. Be warned that metal blades are banned.


Mizuno boots are excellent for rugby. They have a really sturdy sole and gives plenty of support. I'm a stern believer of Mizuno rugby boots and believe me, they last pretty long too. Remember kiddies, looks aren't everything, functionality is always a top priority.

Wah sey....just woke up. 3 hours sleep sia. Anyways, I'll be putting up a post on "How to choose a rugby boot" later. So all you ruggers, wait for it yuh?

Came home. Dark clouds are coming. Aaaargh.....rain. Anyways, school was ok. Talked crap in Technopreneurship class. Spent the whole journey to and from school thinking about what I'd do after season is over. I'm probably getting really serious on my training. I really want to be in the Premier side. Anyways, stomach is grumbling, got to satisfy it.

Yo....woke up pretty early today. Been thinking about Premier League rugby. Wow. Can't believe it man. Anyways, off to school for BBC and Technopreneurship. After that, pick up my brother and probably surf the whole day. I'm still figuring out whats wrong with my right ankle....sigh...

Training was great as always. I am promoted to Premier League reserve player. Wow!! What an honour. Anyways on the flipside, I lost my contact lens. What the fuck!! Aaargh! Fed up! How the fuck am I supposed to see!!! Anyways, I'll figure something out. I hope it won't affect much..


To the SRC Rugby Football Club, you guys lost my respect. You guys talk about bringing up local players, but who are playing in your first team? Fijians!! Goddamn motherfuckers!! Stick as a local club for once!! Facilities can't buy the championship you bloody faggots!


Kind Samaritans, please donate to the "Indra's Vision Fund". We are not asking much, just 100 Singapore Dollars. Please donate!

School was ok I guess. Had maths tutorial. Did McLaurin's and Taylor's Series the whole 2 hours. Pretty ok I guess. Then met Ian, Jasmine and Aishah...and Nurul and her pet. Thanks Jasmine for helping me figure out this whole Blog skin thingy majiggy.


Training at Turf City tonight. Hate that fucking place. Super bad lighting. Super hard ground. Final league game against Bucks RFC this saturday. What a wonderful end to this season. Considering that I wasn't selected for the team last year. It's so nice to have the number 7 on my back the whole of this season. The number 7 has this supernatural power which I can't explain. Thank you Bill and CJ for a wonderful season you guys have given me. Thanks for the trust.

Today....goddamn fucking boring..watched Joan of Arc and some Baywatch Hawaii. Well, thank god there is no rugby this weekend. Can die man week in week out rugby. Congrats to the premier side for the trashing you guys gave SAFSA. 73-5. Wow. Winning rocks, better than sex man.