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[05 Nov 2004|11:30am] |
"Chelsea target Joaquin up for sale?
Real Betis president Manuel Ruiz de Lopera has hinted that he may be prepared to sell winger Joaquin Sanchez to Chelsea.
The Spain international is the jewel in the Betis crown and Lopera has already turned down big money bids for the player from both Real Madrid and a number of English Premiership clubs.
Madrid president Florentino Perez is known to be a fan of the 23-year-old, while Lopera has revealed Chelsea have made some tempting offers."
FREAK NO!!!!
NO WAY!
its DEPRESSING enough that Arjen Robben is draped in the blue of chelsea. so is kezman. fuckit la. its not fair. stupid russians. why isn't David Dein a multi-billionaire. then Arsenal could snap up robben and joaquin. Imagine robben tearing up the left wing, joaquin tearing up the right, vieira not letting anything past him in the centre, bergkamp/pires making that incisive pass beside him, reyes/henry tearing up defences up front. and there's still ljungberg, van persie and fabregas on the bench.
damn abramovich.
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[04 Nov 2004|11:20am] |
bush for another four years.
might as well put a bullet through my head.
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[20 Oct 2004|08:36pm] |
closing time.
.,.12,.,13.651867895y6`n;lq3u54[`-35234o1y-2046u;5jb6n1][9i][pfowd[fp;ljkb
k bye.
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[06 Oct 2004|04:42am] |
chem was FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK.
thats enough description.
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[05 Oct 2004|08:10pm] |
hmm pple got a lot of time to update journals. im bored so im here. this goes on friday anyway. if im not too busy doing god knows what.
bio was on form la. thts all i can say. just hope it translates to a good grade. with the help of amino acyl trna transferase. heh.
lit. sucks.
blah blah blah. anti-flag.
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[02 Oct 2004|08:57pm] |
i realise that jc papers are good. cos even if you mug you cant do the questions if you dont think. mwahaha. all u damn muggers. u gotta think too.
ok laugh for what. like im gonna do well.
god i need S papers. yes without a scholarship im going nowhere. poor fuck.
god soccer is simply the best thing on earth. major hyperbole. yet.
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next thursday, this thing is going down.
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[30 Sep 2004|08:36pm] |
everything seems different till the end materialises. i think i did well for gp. well enuff for an A2 perhaps. but things always seem diff when the results come out.
im gonna get my fuckin s papers and my freakin scholarship
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[29 Sep 2004|08:41pm] |
sometimes its just not fair. man utd have cash. period.
imagine if arsenal bought cris and rooney.
ohwell. i cant take my eyes off united. how can you go wrong with giggs on the left flank, ronaldo on the right flank, van nistelrooy grabbing every chance with both hands and rooney hammering in the goals like drinking wine and providing for ruud as well.
ronaldo and rooney. man.
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[29 Sep 2004|08:37pm] |
I W A N N A F R E A K I N P L A Y G I G S.
like fuck man if i dont get good results. i'm trying my best here.
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[28 Sep 2004|08:33pm] |
blink 182 - man overboard
So sorry it’s over
So sorry it’s over
There’s so much more that I wanted and
There’s so much more that I needed and
Time keeps moving on and on and on
Soon we’ll all be gone
Let’s take some time to talk this over
You’re out of line and rarely sober
We can’t depend on your excuses
Cause in the end it’s fucking useless
You can only lean on me for so long
Bring the ship about to watch a friend drown
Stood over the ledge
Begged you to come down
You can only lean on me for so long
I remember shots, without a chaser
Absent minds thoughts, now you’re a stranger
Cover up the scars
Put on your game face
Left you in a bar
To try and save face
You can only lean on me for so long
Bring the ship about to watch a friend drown
Stood over the ledge
Begged you come down
You can only lean on me for so long
So sorry it’s over
So sorry it’s over
There’s so much more that I wanted and
There’s so much more that I needed and
Time keeps moving on and on
Soon we’ll all be gone
Man on a mission
Can’t say I miss him around
Insider information
Hand in your resignation
Loss of a good friend
Best of intentions I found
Tight lip procrastination
Yeah later
See you around
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| Motion City Soundtrack - Throw Down |
[25 Sep 2004|08:46pm] |
To be lost in a state of confusion
no sense of direction you can't be found
far from the truth of the slim and shady youth
but it's all the same, yeah it's all the same to me
That's what you say when you're falling down
That's what you say when you throw down with me
That's what you say when you're falling down
That's what you get when you throw down with me
With open arms you embrace abbrassive action
you welcome verbal violence your thoughts unsound
you wear the message on your face I'll wipe it off without a trace
'cause I'm all the rage, yeah I'm all the rage again
That's what you say when you're falling down
That's what you say when you throw down with me
That's what you say when you're falling down
That's what you get when you throw down with me
If you could see that it's all the same to me
I can't believe you can mean those things you say
but the harder I keep running
the harder I keep running
the more you waste my time
Don't look now but your friends are not around
to protect the words they gave you to be just like them
you say the words fuck you and yeah I've got a message to
hey we're all the same, in a way we're all the same as you
That's what you say when you're falling down
That's what you say when you're throwing down with me
That's what you say when you're falling down
That's what you get when you throw down with me
If you could see that it's all the same to me
I can't believe you can mean those things you say
I can't believe the things you say
but the harder I keep running
the harder I keep running
the more you waste my time
If we can't get along we'll have to find a middleground
if we can agree that we disagree about the same things we believe to be true
from me to you nothing but messages and paper planes
members only and memories end in the end the end
If you could see that it's all the same to me
I can't believe you can mean those things you say
but the harder I keep running
the harder I keep running
the more you waste my time
To be lost in a state of confusion
no sense of direction you can't be found
far from the truth of the slim and shady youth
but it's all the same it's all the same to me
great song...great energy...perfect song to go wild and mosh. not exactly jumpy lyrics though.
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[23 Sep 2004|08:35pm] |
too many have i worn. in my life. in one day. ever.
i guess some things. i'll never know what to do. what to think. what to say.
Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home
When you call my name it's like a little prayer
Down on my knees, I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour I can feel your power
Just like a prayer you know I'll take you there
I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighting
I have no choice, I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes, Oh God I think I'm falling
Out of the sky, I close my eyes
Heaven help me
Like a child you whisper softly to me
You're in control just like a child
Now I'm dancing
It's like a dream, no end and no beginning
You're here with me, it's like a dream
Let the choir sing
Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery
Just like a dream,
You are not what you seem
Just like prayer
Your voice can take me there
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[19 Sep 2004|08:52am] |
k i got a 12cm wound from blading
but anyway, i think im dangerous. i was like really mad on renfu's blades yesterday. like i did 4k in like 9min? a bit mad. im jealous. his blades are wicked. frikin smooth.
and raihana is damn funny. heh.
happy birthday to shafiqah!
last but not least, tremonti rocks
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| new cool shit |
[12 Sep 2004|09:08pm] |
alter bridge
best interest
count the stars
dead poetic
further seems forever
lost prophets
atreyu
funeral for a friend
motion city soundtrack
thursday
sugarcult
anti-flag
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[07 Sep 2004|08:54pm] |
mark tremonti's guitar playing is
P H E N O M E N A L
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[06 Sep 2004|08:59pm] |
Screamo music is good. because when you scream, you give feeling. you give emotions to your vocals. you give pain. you give anger. you give life to static words.
and Thursday's good stuff.
music's my best friend.
but its ironic that i love the silence i get when i'm around. like in school or sth.
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[29 Aug 2004|12:44am] |
i feel so alone.
i am alone.
soccer was great today. nesh's bday too. we pooled money for a new phone for him. he was so shocked...the feller just didnt know what to say. heh. went for birthday dinner and lieo jiun's return. the friendship we guys have really is somethin. even jiun would skip a few days with his family in m'sia to be with us.
yet in vj i feel alone.
not too bad i guess. one has to deal with things.
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[17 Aug 2004|01:01am] |
1am and im not sleepy. mad? definitely.
been doin fucked up pw, bio hw, lookin thru friendster, drowning in my mp3s, chattin abit (finally talked to sarah chian after so long) and god knows what.
nice and quiet.
nice.
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| Lost Prophets - Lucky You |
[12 Aug 2004|09:44pm] |
Hey I see the trees are green again
Maybe this time around you'll set the trend
Today's the day you'll make your mark I'm sure
But if you don't, if you don't, then try the next door
But I, can't stop you
There you go again
Falling like a star
Sinking like a stone
Watching as the world you're in
Now takes it's toll
Brush the dust off it's dawn again my friend
Next time you'll get it
Next time you'll make amends
Tomorrow's children will need a light to shine the way
Without you, without you, who will tell them to stay?
But I, can't stop you
There you go again
Falling like a star
Sinking like a stone
Watching as the world you're in
Now takes it's toll
Cause you're Falling like a star
Sinking like a stone
Watching as the world you're in now
Slowly takes it's toll
I don't think you know
I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
But you try, but you try, but you try
You
Lucky You
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