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i dont tink i'd wana do a review on Revenge of the Sikh. Firstly, dah basi. And secondly, all's been said n done evrywhere. But here's my 2 sen worth, sometin of a Star Wars common theme.

1) They like to chop off people's hands. (Annie, Dooku, Mace Yundu, Luke)
And somehow they can always find the best surgeons in the galaxy that can give them hands that fits like a glove, pardon the pun.

2) There's always the falling off a cliff scene, and that someone always dramatically manages to hold onto the cliff, albeit barely, by the small lil pinky. (Obi-wan, Qui Gonn, Luke, Obi Wan)

And the part when Obi Wan shouts " You were the chosen one!" to Annie at the fiery lake of Borobudur, i chuckled as was reminded of the great kung-fu flick, KUNG POW! Those people short on humor, the movie is a classic bible to corny people like me. The name of the hero is, of course, CHOSEN ONE. Weee weeee weee weeee.

I'd give Revenge of the Sikh 4.5/5 charkueys.

On another note, yes the transport fees have been raised, as expectedly. Its how the garment works here. Raise an issue, show support towards the people and veering almost slighly against the issue, get their support, then wham bam thank you ma'am, enforce it. Its like, woah, thought juz a while ago, we were making some ruckus, did it not amount to anyting at all. With bludgeoning profits not enough? You want more. Suckers. More profits. Now how can i not associate tat with greed. Counter argument wages are now much higher. And on the same front page of TNP, workers retrenched in SGH n KK. So where's higher wages, mister mister. And rising oil prices was given as a reason for the fare hike. If, for some reason the prices of oil does go down, can we also get lower fares pls mister mister.

Oh yea, some interesting facts. Check out last friday's Life section, Page 2. There's a cutesy picture of lil Frances Bean Cobain, with her madre Courtney. Gosh she really really resembles her Dada. Seriously ive never seen any pic of her since she was a baby. I see another grunge icon in the making....

The rightful champions have been crowned. By now everyone would have come to realise and accept the fact who the true champion of Europe is. Definitely not Chelski. Liverpool. The football club much beloved everywhere. But things werent going so well when it started. 3-o down at half-time. Yes, i admit that i told my frens i'll be watching it alone at home at 1-o down. Yes, at half-time, told my frens that im going to sleep. But a good fren of mine told me to stay on watch, not every year you get to see Pool in a final. But i was disheartened. I didnt want to see my beloved club get thrased. It'd be too saddening. It was not a matter of who won, but by how many goals Milan were going to score. I didnt want to see that day Liverpool thrashed in Europe, not in a Champs league final. Furthermore there was my IPPT looming in the near morning, and i havent got any sleep yet.

But in my heart, yes, i want to sit thru the whole match. I have to brave myself watever the scoreline may be. It paid off. Yes, i didnt believe we could get even a goal, let alone 3 goals. Alhamdullilah. In the first half, i was saying my Gattuso their ball winner was playing like a mad dog. Our mad dog? Stevie G was surprisingly muted in the first half. But in the seond half, after that excellent looping header, we urged his comrades, in his typical Stevie G style, waving his hands up, urging them, c'mon mates, just 2 more. Thank you Stevie G. You played your role as captain and chief motivator. When the chips were down, you really made it count. Another figure that I juz cant shake off my mind was Xabi Alonso. Buy of the season. His face was expressionless. But you inside his battling hard for the team. Oh-so-cool his expression was. No signs of tiredness. Just pure determination. He too made his penalty count, nevermind he missed it at first.

Yes, i couldnt take it no more during xtra time. I slept. But it was accidental tho. Fatigued sunk in, tho i wasnt even on the fields of Ataturk. When i awoke, i saw how happy the fans were. Oh great, wats so happy abt to be in the penalties. Then i checked my mobile and i had a miss call. Hmm. Wats happening? Then the fren told me. Pool had already won. I totally missed the penalties. Dudeks Grobblear-esque antics. Shevchenko's suey-ness.

Man, i should have just keng MC and sleep after the match. Failed the IPPT anyways. Fucken.

Visit Su's website, http://deadwhite.pitas.com. It says it all. Beautiful Su! Nicely done.

CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE: LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB!!!!!!!!!!

Oh how sweet it is! Liverpool fans all over the world let's rejoice in this amazing win, simply magnificent!!!
Never would i imagine seeing Liverpool being crowned Champions of Europe, the feeling is undescribable!!!!
So come on you ManUtd,Chelsea, Arsenal fans, u have to give it up to the Reds for the superb display early this morning.

Pre-match:- Woke up at 2 am and tuned in to ESPN.Listening to Paul Masefield & Steve Darby banter abt how Liverpool would be outclassed by Milan during the pre-match commentary was irritating to say the least. I think ESPN can get better 'experts' than these 2 jokers.So i settled down on my side of the couch with my teh-0 by the side table,anxiously waiting for the game to start.I was amazed by Rafa's decision to start with Kewell, who i think has been a waste of money.
First Half:- And so Liverpool kicked off the 50th European Cup final. Barely a minute into the game, Traore made the 1st of his many cockups which resulted in Milan's first goal. Pirlo whips in a cross and of all people Paolo'i should be a male model' Maldini sidefooted his side into the lead. Sitting there in my TV room, i could only shake my head while my brother was muttering some nice words about Djimi Traore.1-0. And what was to come later in the 1st half was heart-breaking to say the least. Milan totally dominated the game. Their gameplan was simple, pass it to Kaka or pass it to Traore,as he was turning into their 12th player.Minutes later, Crespo's header was cleared of the line.Kewell was taken off for Smicer, and then half an hour in the game, Reds got punished again. A penalty claim was denied by the ref, and from the ensuing counter attacante resulted in Crespo getting Milan's 2nd goal.Shite.2-0 down.I was super pissed by Traore again failing to pickup Shevchenko. What happened 2 minutes later, was even more shocking. Kaka made a superb Winning Eleven thru pass to Crespo who chipped in nicely for 3-0. At this time, me n my bro had no more vulgarities to hurl/scream. All i could do was stare at my TV and wondered wat the fuck happened.
Half-time:- went to my room, pondering whether to sleep or weep or reply to the SMS-es of laughter by my ManUTD supporting friends.Hell since i already took leave mite as well watch the rest of the game.And fellow Liverpool fans, please dun kid yourselves. I knew you also thought there was no chance we could win. 3-0 against Milan in a final, confirm lose one ah.....
Second Half:- Rafa brought on Hamann for Finnan, which i tought was kinda weird.He changed to 3-4-3 formation, which was even weirder.But the signs early on was good. Xabi shot just wide, Dudek denied Shevchenko stinging freekick. And then Captain Stevie G, rose highest to place a header beyond Dida.At this point i tot,hey we mite just do it.And Steven Gerrard's performance in this final was amazing.3 mins later, Vladimir Smicer unleashed a rembat keling pass Dida.3-2. By this time, my bro n i were screaming. The fans in the stadium smelt blood and Milan's defence was shaking in their boots. 2 mins later, a typical run into the box by Stevie G resulted in a penalty.Comeback of all comebacks, Alonso's penalty was saved but he slotted in the rebound and in 7minutes, Liverpool scored 3 goals against all odds.OH MY GOD@!!! I was jumping up n down wif my bro, like kena lottery or sumthin.haha, 3 - 3! Superb game.Milan didnt noe wat hit them.Rafa Benitez tactics worked like a charm again. Carragher once again came to Liverpool's rescue a couple of times as the game headed towards extra time.
1st Half Extra Time:- Milan controlled most of the possession, Liverpool players were pulling up with cramp,which was understandable for the effort they put in the 2nd half.
2nd Half Extra Time:- With Liverpool looking as if they were would settle for the penalties, Milan went out looking for the killer goal.And they nearly got it. 4 minutes before the end, Shevchenko was unmarked in the box and his header was denied fantastically by Dudek, but the follow-up was even more amazing. That save probably
gave him the added confidence for the penalty shootout.
Penalty Shootout:- As i watched on, i couldnt help but notice how cool and calm Rafa Benitez was. And so, Milan was to take the penalty ferst.Serginho blazed his shot over the bar, WOOOHOO! Hamaann stepped up and 0-1.Next Pirlo's penalty was saved by Dudek, who before the penalty was taken, decided to do wobbly legs routine ala Bruce Grobbelear. Cisse made it 0-2 before Tomasson converted the 3rd penalty to make it 1-2.
Riise, the master blaster, however missed his kick.SHITE. Kaka made it 2-2 before Smicer calmly placed his shot pass Dida.2 -3 to Liverpool. What was to happen next was totally the stuff of dreams. Dudek saved Shevchenko's penalty and LIVERPOOL ARE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS@!!!!! What a game! Miracolous comeback!! I was so happy that i was running in n out of my kitchen, the living room, the TV room my bedroom, well all the rooms in the house.
To comeback from 3-0 down, in a European Final is simply unbelievable, even stuff like dis dun happen in Championship Manager...Words can't describe this feeling.The celebrations afterwards were fantastic. How wished i was there, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chelsea u can have your Premiership title, Arsenal u can have your FA Cup, Man Utd u can keep your CUP noodles! For we are the Champions of Europe.So come on you REDS fans out there. Its our time to gloat!!

' Form is Temporary, Class is forever!'

My Romace With King Bhumibol And his Denizens... Episode Papat

Ahah. Here is i, returning with more of my adventures n escapades in his Highness' Kingdom Come. Probably the long awaited, with bated-breath the final installment of my peace-keeping mission to Bangkawk.

And so it's now Sunday, my third day in this land of smiles and laughters peace n joy. The nite before got back to the hotel 3ish 4ish. Today shiok. Got to wake up late. Had no early birds plan as it was the typical lazy sunday. For Bhumi's sake, im on vacation here, i deserve my rest and waking up late at least one of the days. By late, woke up ard 10am BKK timezone. Realized the backpack buddy is already up too, watching soccer. Crazy fella eat sleep live for soccer. Indulged in an all too familiar affair, channel-surfing (you need loadsa passion to take up such a sport). Had breakfast in bed (the hotel has the best Ice Ovaltine ever man, drink and u'd have to chop off ur left leg, tat sweet guys), and evetually the meeting was set at 2pm for another round of hardcore shopping at the Chatuchak Shopping Arcade.

Sadly, our trip started off badly. Upon arriving, of all things that could have happened, our fellow Jackass stuntman, Mr A to the Z man, got caught for littering. Absurd rite when there's like tonnes n tonned of people there, and not exactly an air-con place but normal streets, and u can catch people for littering?
It started off like this, upon reaching the entrance, i saw this black totebag that caught my eye (which my bro kirim me to get). So the fearsome foursome all went up the stall, and i was haggling the price (yeayea, it was juz S$4, but hey, I was honing my jedi skills lah, You shall give it to me at 100baht, and waves my hand). So they said they'd walk up ahead. After getting my loot, (he certainly wasnt impressed with my jedi hand waving thingy, to no avail) , i wasnt looking up for them, and i noticed a 'police officer?(their police look cool, in tight long sleeved uniforms, very the mod/The Police Academy movie kinda thing) and walking in my direction and the rest of em behind him. He was signalling to them to follow him. I was like, ape ni? Gila ke? Then i realised ze gestapo, i mean police officer, saw Mr A to the Z flicking his ciggie butt or sumtin lah. Pretty absurd lah the whole situasi. Obviously they were already targetting certain people who look like foreigners and waiting to ambush even if their sweat dropped onto the floor and book them for littering.

Was given a quick run-thru of the country's (f)laws, and juz gave him the 2000baht to make him shut-up lah. Apparently, 2000baht can settle a lot of offences over there. So the shopping bonanza started off badly, but for me, it ended damn swell. At 7pm, with my armpits all sweating, leg hair all moist, a small bag that was bulging (the bag i mean), and plastic bags here there evrywhere. Azman Kap was already wiping his sweat with a white rewang-kinda hanky, looking like he came out from some void deck wedding. The rest juz flushed red n tired. I was hoping for more shopping! My loot is listed as below :

1. a pair of white vans sneakers
2. 2 tote bags (for 2 brothers)
3. slipper
4. a tote bag for the missus (which now, has become some trendy shit here in Singapour coz ive seen it evrywhere, shit hate it when it happens)
5. a pair of brown corduroys
6. 12 tee shirts

Juz enough to set up my own empayar business. During the shopping escapade, we broke up into 2 grps. I was paired up with the Agent Yun (naturally) and first one to get all the clues wins the baby elephant. In the midst of it all, towards the end of the race, i lost my partner, but being the season traveller me (cedebah) i managed to get out alive.

After a much productive sunday shopping day, finally, after oh so long, managed to get REAL Proper HALAL Food! Oh my goodness, was so happy when i saw at the entrance of the shop ayats hung here n there n the oh-so-powderful halal sign hung out. Told myself i was going to pig out (how ironic) and eat like there's no tomorrow (if there weren't no tomorrow then, how'd i write this now. Think abt it...) It was located somewhat near the Patpong area, tho luckily this time round we took a cab and decided against walking as tat would like have taken us approximately 1000minutes. Yea tats rite.

Can remember wat i ate tho. Oh yea, FRIED RICE again. I was quite uncertain abt my decision, after my previous encounter with the Golden Mile fried rice. But, hot damn woman, it was SAUSAGE FRIED RICE! I was thirsty for some meat, and so i took a gamble here, which luckily paid off. We even went the ol skool economical way of eating simple stuffs like telur dadar, which was ranchalicious. Drank their version of Happy soda, which didnt make me happy at all. After much eating and cajoling (wateva tat means), we made our way back to the hotel. No talks of any other late night outings.

Upon reaching, yea, it was fashion-models-parading-on-the-runway time. The two models, the killersherpa duo, parading in their shopping glory. From shoes to jeans to loadsa tees. We were really shopping whores man. Wrapped up the nite watching the re-run of the liverpool match on tv and more Whatever things. haha.

As it was the 2nd last nite of my time in bkk, decided, hey, im not gona sleep tat early leh. Needed to do some exploring downstairs as i saw one of the stalls really had an extensive pi ra ted cds. And so after talking to My Precious a lil while, and the Agent Yun has fallen to Satan's evil spell tellin him to sleep, i went downstairs. Took a gamble here by bringing with me the card key to the hotel, thus the electricity would be shut off. Was really hoping tat The Agent did not wake up sweating n all. Went down, in my shorts n JI PE tshirt, exactly like how'd i wear to go down to the mama shop to buy sugar or cili kering or udang kering. Walked ard, to the nearby 7-11 to buy the really sweet cut left leg milo and browsed thru the thousands of cds they had. Got meself excellent stuffs from Interpol, Kings of Leon, Ladytron and Gwen. Saw fellow brothers and sisters backpackers lazing ard havin beer at the open pubs, slacking ard, and here i was trying to evade much dogs and zooming tuktuks. After soaking up of the Khao San atmos, sigh, finally decided to go back home, i mean hotel. Such a nice place. If only there were lesser dogs, and more halal foods, and i not doing my NS, i'd gone back wif dreadlocks i tell ya. Rasta man. Jamaicathailand man.

Reached the hotel, where i saw some negros gettin fresh with the waitressess downstairs. The fellow partner is still sound asleep, didnt move an inch from his previous position. This guy like asleep earlier while watchin futbol with his glasses on. Tsk tsk. Relaxed for a while, chilled, listen to music, shit and bath. And then it was back to bed. Tomorow is a brand new day.

Oh well, another installment of my escapades again i guess.... enjoy da pics yo.



deejay dave



i take great pictures, do i not?



murder on the dance floor



the crazee americano kids dancing like Bill & Ted as the Priestess Qza watches in dismay.



reaching for those snow flakes


The writer in yellow doing a wolverine impersonation. Bad one that is.



the latest craze, Agent Yun doing the robot. Jackson would have been proud.

movie fashizzlessss

INSIDE DEEP THROAT

Yes yes, i was suckered by the title itself. But hey, me being an aspiring documentary filmmaker, i have to be open and approach wateva subject come forth. Hence, the need to watch more docus, including such ones. Anyways, it's an entertaining one, filled with serious issues instead of juz gonzy seks. Of course, there's excerpts n clips of it, albeit a wee bit censored. So those who gets nauseous n quesy at the sight of tits n penis (yes laydees! one short scene. blink and you'll miss it. first time eva ive seen the male pen shown in an R (A) show here). But seriously, the focus is more on how, as human behaviour is, the more you forbid someone from doing sumtin, the more they'd want to do it. And so, in the government's bid to prevent the masses from watching it, they only shot themselves in the fut as it created more awareness and publicity and made people more eager than ever to see it. The people tat profit? The makers of the film of course.

The movie stars the sexy vixen linda livelace, who apparently juz cant reach climax or have the orgasmo of her life. Apparently this is rather important to her. And she visited her over-frenly neigbourhood gyno, who discovered, of all things, that her clitoris is in her throat, and of course he 'helped' cure her slight problem. So u roughly know the drill of the show, and deep-throat is not some kind of fish or lake or anytin.

Wat is being highlighted is how Americans were more open then, unlike the majority of the conservative Americans now. Then, they were all for democracy, all for choice themselves, the government need not teach'tell them wat to do. They know how to choosee, wat they want and no one to tell them wat not to do.

If u do not know it by now, the sexy vixen actress, after a few years after the movie, joined the feminist movement and became the spokeswoman againts pornography as degrading and showing women as sexual objects. Ironically, after being broke and in the dumps, she posed scantily clad for a magazine when she was way over her prime. This happned in the early nineties. Wat made her do the u-turn? Apparently being broked and wanting to support her family, she forced herself to do it.

Sadly, Linda died in a car crash in 2002. Which explains why her interviews are very far n few in the docu. We nvr could have heard her side of the story. Go watch it for issues that is being brought into the open.

3 / 5 char kueys

all of a sudden, after writing the previous movie review, i was reminded of this ol skool Dynamo (or was it breeze) ad. It was during the craze of Terminator 2, and had this "ARnie" look-alike coming into the screen as terminator in his black leather jacket. So as usual, "doctors" or "scientists" at the detergent lab took the black jacket for washing and voila, it became WHITE!

Then the "arnie" guy says, "Hasta La Vista Dirt Stains," in robotic manner and continued "Actually, i've always preferred white"

Then after promoting the detergent, "arnie" pops up in the background wearing a Hawaian shirt and said " And colors too!" Hahahahahahahah. Anyone else recall this ad, holla back at me yo! Show thyself and we can indulge in some really ol skool commercials.

Ol skool detergent commercials always had that same detergent "doctor" / "scientiest" in his lab and watching mothers as his spectators. And he'll always round off the experiment by drawing a circle ard the stain with a lipstick (for those leering husbands i guess) amidst dramatic gasp from the ladies in da house. Then rub a lil dynamo liquid on it, and pour the rest into the whole wash (the same exact lines im quoting).

Movie Fashizzlessss
KINGDOM OF HEAVEN

Initially, expressed no watsoever desire to watch another Ridley Scott big summer blockbuster movie. But happened to read somewhere it was abt the era of Saladin the Great, (or Sa'la'huddin, the stress lies directly behind Adam's apple, di sini bukan di sini), so familiar tat name, thus making me more horny to watch it (?????). At the end of it, I probably had a better understanding of the Islamic history of Jerusalem of that era. Im quite bad in the history of Islam and its great crusade, for I juz cant find anything good that can come out of a pile of dead bodies. We can juz talk abt it's great victories, but wat abt the battles we lost. Was it all worth it?

Back to the movie, read somewhere the fighting scenes were much better choreographed compared to Oliver Stone's epic Alexander. But i saw no diff. The first two big battle scenes, were pretty much cluttered and couldnt make heads or tails of it. Only the final battle in the solemn nite, with raging fireballs resembling huge asteroids, now that's what i call a fight. I'd say that be worth to watch the movie alone for that battle scene. And hot oil being poured onto thy enemies, im sure Kassim Baba took a leave out of this strategy from this show, when pouring hot water into those dancing barrels. Geez.

Yes it has been pointed out that tho Saladdin was considered a main character, emphasis was given to wimpy Belo-lion ( belo, geddit? or however you spell it) Now this orlando bloom fella ah, funny guy. Give him mucho heroic roles (Legolas), handsome berg like tat, no girlfren. Give him wimpy role as Hector's bro Paris, and try to steal someone's wife. Then give him wimpy role as Balion, give him wife, dont want. I mean, wat is up wif you dude?? Woman you cannot have (read : People's wife) you want, single, gorgeous woman begging you to marry her, you dont want. You got an arrow stuck to ur testicles too aye mate?

But i find it pretty alarming that Saladdin was always clad in black, and the Christians were always in white, cept for their white and blue crosses. Yes, colour, tho not seen as much importance to some, subliminally to a certain extent plays a significant role in how you portray your characters in your story. A guy wearing black, and another wearing white. Ask any Tom's dick is hairy who the good guy is, and majority i'd say would choose black. Yes in Islamic traditions, we dont have much emphasize in colors signifying anytin. Maybe they took the Raider's slogan of " Good Guys wear black."

I could have sworn one of Saladdin's main bodyguard looks exactly like the Undertaker of the WWF (yes, i will refer to it as WWF) fame. But was told by the fren it wasnt lah. So much for celeb spotting.

So yea, go watch it, whilst patiently waiting for Reveng of the Sith and Batman begins. Islam doesnt seem to be taking that much of a battering in the movie. In the end, it was all abt religion fanaticism. So why do we necessarily have to just relate Islam to fanatics and terrorists? In the end, each and everyone of us is a fanatic and terrorist in our own ways. Go watch it.

4 / 5 char kueys

an article from the HOME section of today's Straits Times reads :

"Polizia probe film on Chee Soon Juan"

In a nutshell, freelance film editor Martyn See, in his 30s, made a film on political figure Dr Chee Soon Juan of SDP fame. Titled Singapore Rebel , it was scheduled to be screened at the recently concluded SIFF as a competitor under the short film category but was pulled out after organisers deemed that it might contravene and come into foul under the Films Act. The act (read ban) "e& does not allow the making or distribution of "party political" films. These include advertisements by political parties or other political organisations here, or films "directed towards any political end in $ingapore &unquote&. Mr See was assured that after the withdrawal of the film, the matter would be closed. But the polizia called him up on his mobile and called him down for questioning. Wonder if Video-Ezy might have this available anytime soon?

On the same article, was also mentioned a previous case, whereby a filmmaker made a film on another political figure and now bankrupt Mr J B Jeyaretnam a few years back. It was highlighted in the news and caused a bit of a hoohaa. I knew the director. She was my lecturer. Caused some eyebrows to be raised within the lecturer's committe in my poly and head of the FSV department for raising unwanted attencion and publicity. Im so proud of her.

Note to self. Make lah movies abt bees flying, fishes fighting. But no political figures. Make lah movies abt ur grandma, ah kong, step-mother. But no political figures. Even if you are shooting them as someone's else's ah kong, grandma or step-mother, does that contravene with the act? Even if you're potraying him/her as another white-collar worker struggling to make a living? How abt if i were to make Hang Tuah as my subject of choice? Alternatively i can always shoot the lesser cousin Hang Kebun. There goes any thoughts of shooting abt the Semangat 46 movement.

read more abt it , courtesy of Yahoo Singapura :
http://sg.news.yahoo.com/050510/1/3sfra.html

"never knew we were living in a world with a mind that can be so sure,
never knew we were living in a world with a mind that can be so small "
- Silverchair's "Anthem for the year 2000"

LIVERPOOL 1 - CHELSEA 0

At last, after almost 10 years, we have done it again. Liverpool are in the Champions League Final! Brilliant! This was probably the game that had me literally sitting on the edge of my couch throughout the entire 96+ minutes. Unbelievable game! As i switched on my TV & looked at the lineups, i had a little feeling that we could do beat Chelsea. The Red Sea of Anfield looked intimidating and i must admit the noise the fans created helped the team a massive,massive deal. The game started fast n furious with both teams trying to get an early advantage. And then it happened. Gerrard flicked the ball to Baros who got blocked by Cech. Garcia came in and somehow managed to get enough power on the ball to make it cross the line even though Gallas tried clearing it. GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! My house erupted.haha.I can still remember the look on Jose Cockrinho. As the 1st half went on, the Reds defence stood strong n steady as in the 1st leg.Jamie Carragher was a collosal figure. He made John Terry look like a Sunday soccer defender lah. He was brilliant, his tackles were full-blooded, the way he played was bloody inspiring.More inspiring than Gerrard. Yeah, i shld cut him some slack for the goal he scored against Boro. Beauty. Seriously, i think on the basis of Carragher's performances this season, Liverpool fans should go out n buy his jersey.

This break won't last forever. Get your beer now.(hehe)

The 2nd half, wahlandueh, Chelsea started playing old-school British footie, long ball tactics. But time n time again, they were thwarted by the fantastic Carragher n Hyypia. I had feeling that we could hold up against the Chelsea attack. COCKrinho threw on Huth, Robben and Kezman, but we would not be beaten.I spent most of the 2nd half cursing and swearing at the referee's decisions and also some slack play by Biscan, Traore n Kewell, who is turning out to be a bloody waste of pounds. N when the ref's assistant indicated 6mins of injury time, i thought to myself Roman Abramovich had bought each of the match officials 4 new wives, 3 Bungalows and 10 new cars. Where the hell was the 6mins from? Merepek. N when Gudjohnsen shaped himself to shoot, i really tot that this was it.Chelsea would get an away goal. But somehow it managed to miss the goal n Emile Heskey, ooh i meant Drogba.
When the final whistle was blown, it was like music to us all Liverpool fans. We've beaten Chelsea, more importantly we are going to Istanbul. N the post match conference was like a bad sitcom. Listening to Cockrinho whine n moan really wanted to make me laugh. The best team lost? Wat rubbish is dat? He is no master tactician. He is no match for Senor Rafael Benitez. In any dept. No one deserves this more than Benitez. Brilliant ah....simply brilliant. 25th May 2005. Mark this day on your Calendars boys n gals.

Current Audio - THE KOP SINGING YOU"LL NEVER WALK ALONE

Last nite would have been the rare nite where Man United and Arsenal fans rallied behind with the Reds fans in hopes of a Pool upset. And we didnt dissapoint them and we beat them good. Truth is, everyone wants to see Chelski lose. What with a cock of a manager, a sugar-daddy with enough greenbacks to take on the world, and a cock of a captain. As much as I am a Reds fan, deep down inside I was quite sure we'd lose. Last nite it was as if tat Winning Eleven game came i've been playing to beat chelski came alive on tv, and God was player 1 VS computer.

Today i have nvr been more proud to be wearing the Red Pool jersey of mine. This is the time for all of us younger fans, nvr had the chance to experience the good ol' yesteryears of the Pool era. No more of listening to the old guys describing of Pool's past. This is my chance to experience it live. I can tell my grandchildren, hey we beat Juventus 2-1 in 2005.

26 MAY 2005. No matter the outcome, you'll see me in my Red Pool jersey. Istanbul, here we come. WALK ON! WALK ON!