[weblog vs diary]

This goes out to all, all those people who ever bother to publish their lives, thoughts; secret or otherwise, opinions; voiced or otherwise on bounded articles they would desperately share intimate; profound thoughts or those none the wiser. Diaries, great minds such as Da Vinci had one, simple minds such as our neanderthal cousins had one. So why shouldn't we? Now, we all know that technology has taken a dominant grip on our simple lived lifes and its advent sprout great comings in mankind's very own avenue to express ourselves. Personal diaries attribute their very existence to enabling their human counterparts, to engage in monologues, this to some who religiously keep pages and sometimes books full of personal entries, keyed and locked up beside their skeletons, in their very own closets may come to a point of mind numbing claustrophobia, some diaries want out. Do do their human counterparts mind you. Internet blogging, short for weblogging like the many sprouting of great comings, inevitably, will coerce more vocal diary keepers to forgo their art and pick up where their left their expressions on virtual reality. Like many other great revolutions, will this one push pen pushers to near extinction making way to a new breed of weblogging junkies? Personally, guilty of forgoing the fine art of closed diary keeping, although weblogging may be on the rampant rise, i feel that personal diary keepers will still have a place of their own, beside their skeletons in their closets.

[guilty pleasures...]

arghh! i choked... i choked! i wiped my juiced hands... it was hurting alright throbbing and all.... i couldn't stand it anymore.. decided to shake it off... so the pain would lessen i fathom... but it got worst... i'll just relax and open it wide.... maybe if i stretched the region which was giving me all these pains, it would get better, to no avail i played avril lavinge songs... cough cough... it's been a long time since i've par take in such a vigrous activity... didn't like to get my hands dirty that often, those with great stamina do it like almost everyday... but unlike me... busy and all it's these stolen moments when you'll be able to indulge in your guilty pleasure... this is one of my guilty pleasures... it feels so nice when you get your hands on them, and start making your way through the skin... revealing what's within... when it's juiced up, it will start squirting out like mad... got it all over my body... maybe cause i held it too close to my body... and the smell... different you can say... refreshing at times... to me la... the sticky and icky feeling it leaves once you've wash your hands would dominate your sensory peripherals til the next time you'd probably get a good shower or something... i tell ya... everybody should, no matter whether you're a guy or a girl... cultivate this healthy regime, it helps ya circulate blood all over ya body, gives red flashes and all... boy isn't it great? Oranges... wish i could have my own orchard.... but don't eat em when ya have a freakin big ulcer on ya lips...

[hockey...]

good part of Sunday 1330 to around 1830... Playing hockey... Inter-constituency tournament... Padded up as keeper again after so long... Was freakin rusty at first but got warmed up as the games progressed... Double knock out(lose two games and you're out..).. Lucky for the Tampines East team we won the first game 1-0.. Penalty flicks... We scored first.. I saved the ball after... Bottom right... Went down on my knees and all, quiet gabra... Rusty wad.. But we got through... phew...Was playing half field at delta... 15 minutes for two halves... Hot day turned cloudy... Great weather to play hockey...Played against a red jerseyed team.. Rather strong.... Had some fantastic shots on goals for our part but game was down to nil nil till whistle blown... Sudden death penalty flicks again... We attacked... First flicker shot extreme left. Out... Pressure... Damn, if I let this in they'll win and we gotta pack our bags... Focus... player took aim and flicked, my bottom left... ting... hit the crossbar... lucky me, more chances to screw up now.. another round... bang we scored... me next again... looks like he's gonna flick to the right... breathe in... move. bang... saved the ball... we're through to the quarter finals... 8 teams through... such a long afternoon.... sigh... next game, played against 4 man team... we scored 3 goals, good game... didn't even touch the ball... made it to the semis... semis, more experienced team... don't think it would be easy... surprisingly they held out and played for the penalty flicks... haha ironic... tossed the coin... we defended first... chinese player, square footing, straight shot i guessed... sure enough, right into me.... saved...guessed it right... our turn, if we score we'll be thru to the finals... aim shoot scored! wohoo.. and phew... we made it... the finals... the other team got an ex national keeper.. hard to score against him but not impossible... we had a tight defence, fullbacks on form... play game... they tried to break into our defence but failed... we kept playing the ball high... played the flanks and tried to penetrate into their defence... phew... tough... i thought that it would go into flicks again... don't think i'll be cut out for a fifth save in a row.. we broke through... brought the keeper out to the left... forward took a shot and bang... we scored... relieved...whistle... euphoria...we had won... haha funny thing,.. throphy, medals and flashes... clean sheet... superb backs, mid and forwards... wad a day.. think i'll retire while i'm still high...