When you have the opportunity to do something for someone else, you should. - Johan Cruijff

Tonights not quite the big night,
the Czechs are out of sight; the co-hosts without light.
Tonight is a just another highlight of suspense, for
against poor ole' Austria,
the Germans fight.

The Swiss and Greeks are down,
Sunday the Swede fans frown.
The fate of the World champions and runners up,
now lie on the Dominant Dutch
who stare at the European crown.

The group of life is now the group of death,
the group of death is now the group of life.
Every late goal holds up our beath,
Every match stirs up our strife.

The Spanish and Portguese rejoice
with ecstatic voices gone hoarse.
The Turks and Croats managed to stun themselves,
while the rest don't want end up in history shelves.

Russia and Poland
Both trying to climb out of quick sand.
You don't want to turn your TV too late,
It's the Euro 2008.

The title pretty much says it, our soccer team won 6-4. It isn't really that beautiful of a score, especially for goalkeepers, as people would usually already raise an eyebrow or two once you concede at least 2 goals. The only things I have to say is that my defence kept changing as Mr D wanted to constantly rotate members who aren't going to get much game time during the ISAC and ACAMIS tournaments some game time, so I wouldn't say the line of defence was the best we could provide.

That being said, lets get down to the goals I conceded. I like first shots in games, cause it helps boost my confidence since I get a feel for the ball, so I'll talk about that first. The first shot was from my right side as the striker ran down the left flank, over-running TG and gave a powerful shot. I hate conceding goals, especially first shots, so I saved it with my left hand, but instantly, my four fingers immediately felt pain and were numb. Dang, that's got to be the hardest shot I've ever tried to catch or block, since the goalkeeper gloves I was wearing weren't my crappy training gloves, but my kick ass match gloves.

Lets get down to the first goal. Well I have to say I've been having a little bit of a problem with corner kicks. I misjudged my jump (yes again O_o) and the striker had a free goal in front of him, so he head the ball into the empty net. Ok, my mistake, but the second goal was weird. From my right side yet again, another powerful shot, I got my right hand on the ball, but somehow it ended up getting into the net. I still don't get how that shot went in.... Third shot was maybe a little bit of mistiming my run as the guy popped the ball into the net when I ran towards the striker to take his legs out (I did take his legs out later on in the game, lol). Fourth goal was, in my coach's words, off position. I somehow wasn't in a great position between the ball and the centre of the goal, so the guy took a low shot (from the right again :o), I dived to the left, didn't make it in time.

All in all it was a great game, cause I did some nasty saves, like taking the guys' legs out, doing the Lehmann punch twice, two reflex save from point blank range headers and way more saves on some weak or decent shots.

In 11 hours we're about to go to war...
Hands trembling, legs shaking, everyone's throat is sore.
Animal instincts deep down inside craving for more -
more fights, more lives, even if the body would tore.
Down to business,
down on the floor.
no talking,
straight to the core.
All this bloodshed,
is used to bore
out results of yours.

Group photo of last day of History before mock exams.

*By the way, my team won 4-3 against WAB yesterday. A little bit frustrated by the amount of goals conceded, but couldn't really do anything about them, as the coach hailed my performance as a "none of the goals were your fault."

Highlights of the game for me (in chronological order) was:
3-0 up when no.12 from the other team scored a spectacular top corner goal against me outside the box, think only Kahn or Cech could reach that, lol.

Clear offside not called by referee and I was beaten one on one by no.12, yet again.

Striker from the right flank (my left side) shoots from point blank range, I get my full right palm on the ball to stop it, but was powerless against the second shot as it bounced away from me, but another striker blasted the shot on the crossbar instead of tapping an easy goal in, got to thank luck and God for that one, lol.

Another attack from the right flank, another superb one hand save from point blank range, but this time, the defence were sleeping yet again and failed to catch up with the attack, and they tapped the ball in.

Dreams, how distant they seem,
through history it has been teamed and
linked with philosophy and themes
of life or death, dirty or clean.

In one dear dream,
I checked my forgotten phone,
just to find a few messages flown
and carved with black stone.

I realised immediately I was in a dream.
The messages found in the residence,
read it too late. It was reminiscence,
the messages was from One who is like Providence.

In terms of soccer, quite a frustrating week. Arsenal fell to their fourth consecutive draw, and guess what? Manchester United is sitting at the top of the table! What's worse is Arsenal is going to play Liverpool three times in a row for the two leg rounds of the Champions League and a Premiere League match. If Arsenal beats Manchester United, their going to most likely play Chelsea, and if Arsenal beat Chelsea, we might have a chance of playing Manchester United if they beat Barcelona :S Looks like the UEFA Champions League is going to be a one way ticket to the final by stepping on the dead bodies of fellow English clubs.

PSV drew, I still can't believe it. Farfan the man scored in the second half, and just when we thought PSV would withstand the pressure to win again, Roda JC scored an equaliser on the 92nd minute. So disappointing, because although Roda JC pulled everyone up for the corner kick (yes, that includes the goalkeeper as well), it was the defence's fault of not being able to clear the ball quick enough out of the box that costed PSV two points. PSV now only have a 4 point lead, and we're playing Ajax on the 20th O_o

Recently I've re-ignited my interested in lucid dreaming, and for a few occasions, I did realise I was dreaming in my dream. Failed in all the occasions to control my dreams as I did before (well actually I only managed to do that once, but it was a short lived lucid dream as the dream world crumbled under light of reality). It be cool if I can start to control my dreams soon, cause then I'd be able to extend my "working hours" while I sleep, since in my dreams, I, am the owner of my 4 dimensional world, being able to alter every single part of the dream, and have the ability to control time.

Went to the orphanage yesterday, was a fun trip as usual. Its great to know that the kids know know me, cause I get random whacks and smiles from the kids at the place. Yue Yue is still as jolly and chubby. We crashed the Korean restaurant after the trip, and I got my Vitamin B drinks :D It was also fun in another way, cause MC was with us as well. One interesting thing I saw during our trip was MC without her glasses. Last time me and MC were at the orphanage together, her glasses were off for a brief moment of time when a kid took it off, but she quickly re-gained possession, so I didn't get to see a clearer view. This time, it was kids instead of a kid, so she was kind of fighting for the glasses while having fun, and its probably the first time I saw her properly without glasses.

Its always weird to see people who wear glasses all the time to take their glasses off, cause in your memory you only treasure the image of them wearing the glasses. I guess I was a little bit shocked when I saw her without glasses, but nevertheless, she looked beautiful to me even without the glasses.

I think I'm out of gas and motivation to continue writing this entry :/ One thing I have to add, is that the last time when I was enlightened by Ms N during Regen, she mentioned that God wanted me to look up things related to "me" in the Bible so I could fully understand what God wants to tell me. Ms N showed me the passages where the name "Stephen" appears, and apparently, in the Acts, Stephen was a holy man who was filled with the Holy Spirit, but he ended up getting stoned by criticising those who condemned him for blaspheming with stories of the Bible, even though he didn't commit the act of blaspheming. It kind of gives me the creeps, cause is God telling me that I would have to sacrifice myself for something "big"?

I don't really fear death, but I'm not quite sure if I'm able to digest what I learned and actually become ready for what's coming up for me. Maybe that's why we are humans, cause we aren't actually afraid of the process of death and what comes up after we die, but it is the ties and bonds with the modern world that cause us to fear death, as we lose "everything" and cause people around us to suffer and cry.

Was just checking my e-mail, and then *kaboom*, there was an e-mail from Cauliflower. So I was like "first time she sent me an e-mail" and I opened the e-mail, and inside the email she said she would coming to China on a school trip, and wold visit Beijing for a few days. She asked if I could meet her up in Beijing, and I'm like "cool shizzle man!" Considering the fact I haven't seen her since Year 7, and that she's the only person I actually keep in touch with out of all of my friends who left Yew Chung, I'd probably would visit her "no matter the cost".

Its been such a hectic week, with an all out Physics test coming up tomorrow, a science test on Monday, a 6-4 win against BISS on Monday ( was a fun game, did an Oliver Kahn  diving save,  Van Der Sar reflex save against a point blank shot, and a couple of other fancy shizzle), essays, poetry analysis, being Stefen... you know, all the typical stuff that doesn't look like things that would actually make you busy.

Its funny how things are playing out with me and MC. We don't really actually talk that much, cause I seriously don't like using the phone, its like talking to a wall that talks back to you because your hallucinated or something. Once your done with talking to the wall and get all pumped up and sh*t, you end up suffering from post telephone depression because you simply don't talk that much once your back home. One thing I seriously don't enjoy doing, is probably talking to MC when satellites are orbiting around her. Maybe its an act of being selfish, but to some extent, all I want is just her, not accompanied with any satellites, debris, space junk, twin planets or what so ever. So now that I don't get many "chances" to talk to MC, she seems to be the one thats creating all the chances to talk. Every time I see MC walking by when I go to ICT while she gets out of Chinese (that rhymes :D), I usually only greet her when I see eye contact and when she's alone, but today when she was with her friends talking, I was like "yeah whatever", just to hear her greet me. Looks like I can't run away with the disguise of the people, lol.

Been receiving weird compliments recently, and the other one to join the party is probably "L" saying I should be a rapper. A rapper? For real? I'm not quite I would want to walk down that road even if I do actually have good rapping skills. One of my favourite rap song lyric lines from The Unknown by Mark B & Blade is "the industry is full of cut throats, false hopes, money controls, killing of many souls, anything goes", that pretty much answers why I don't want to join the entertainment industry. Another things is, my all time favourite rapper Eminem ran out of fuel after only a few years of stardom, and now the sh*t he's rapping about is the same sh*t he's been rapping about since the album Infinite came out, and sometimes I think he's rapping stuff that he pulled out of his ass just to earn some bug bucks. I don't want to be like that, so if I was to be commited, I'd rather make sure I have enough fuel to bring me into a path where I can constantly replenish fuel.

That being said, PSV knocked Tottenham Hotspurs out of the UEFA Cup after a thrilling 1-0 loss at PSV Stadion, followed by a penlaty shootout. Just a note before I get into the penalty shootout, is that Gomes did a fabulous OMFG save in the dying moments of extra time, when a shot that was doomed to go into the top corners of Gomes' goal was denied by Gomes himself as he accelerated off the ground to make that finger tip save.

Pretty cool week so far, let's just hope I bang that A* for Physics tomorrow :P