Listen To: Chelsea Half-Time Team-Talk

During the match against against West Bromwich Albion, unknown to the Chelsea team, a bug was placed in the Chelsea dressing room to eavesdrop on their half-time team-talk.

Chelsea are now taking legal action against the culprit who planted the bug but it seems like the damage has already been done- the audio file of the team-talk is now beginning to circulate over the Internet although Chelsea CEO Peter Kenyon has vowed to remove all copies by the end of the week. Chelsea's exclusive confidential tactics and team motivational techniques have been exposed! This could have repercussions for Chelsea as other Premiership managers gain unfair access to Chelsea's most intimate dressing room secrets.

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A Song For Angie

Oh Angie, Oh Angie, when will those dark clouds disappear?
Sometimes they do, but sometimes, never
I already knew, but then I had to ask
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
The future is unclear. Or is it?
With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
Sometimes some things just don't mean a thing anymore.
You can't say we're satisfied
But are we ever?
But Angie, Angie, you can't say we never tried.
You cannot say. Time keeps faithful records.

Angie, you're beautiful, but ain't it time we said goodbye?
You are beautiful, too beautiful.
Angie, I still love you, remember all those nights we cried?
How could I leave after a night like this?
All the dreams we held so close seemed to all go up in smoke
We used to plan every night for our utopia
Let me whisper in your ear
Like I used to do
Angie, Angie, where will it lead us from here?
I don't think you know but I still ask
Oh, Angie, don't you weep, all your kisses still taste sweet
I remember every single one..
I hate that sadness in your eyes
It is a mirror, those eyes
But Angie, Angie, ain't it time we said good-bye?
Because some things never last. Do they still have value?

With no loving in our souls and no money in our coats
You can't say we're satisfied
The past is so beautiful, can we go back there again?
But Angie, I still love you, Baby
The heroic cry of manly
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
Suddenly I see you in every woman I pass. That gait, that walk, that colour. But
There ain't a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby, dry your eyes
It is time for us to seem strong.

But Angie, Angie, ain't it good to be alive?
I lie, but it is necessary.
Angie, Angie, they can't say we never tried
Aye, indeed we tried. We go out in a blaze of glory! Scribe time, serve us well!
Into ahead we go!

His voice was heart-wrenching and I knew that behind the veneer of artistry he hid the deepest of wounds.

So Cute

Look closely. That is not my afternoon tea table at home. It's a five storey high building! So cute right? Unfortunately, when I say 'It's', I mean 'It WAS'. Yes, it's been torn down and destroyed. What a waste. And they complain they are not getting enough tourism down there.. A building this cute would get me rushing down to take a look at it. It would be funny to live in a house like that.

Oh, it turns out this is was the headquarters building of some supposedly evil sect. But when you have such a harmlessly quaint and lovely aesthetic sense, how evil can you be?

My Idol (for now)

subject to change



'They thought we were just country bumpkins with our berets and a baguette in our pockets. That's not the way it works.'

Almost three-and-twenty now

"When I was one-and-twenty," number XIII from A Shropshire Lad.
by A. E. Housman

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
"Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free."
But I was one-and-twenty,
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
"The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs-a-plenty
And sold for endless rue."
And I am two-and-twenty,
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.



no wise man among us, but we became wiser nonetheless.

Lost and be Found

Today has been a lucky day. Not only have i found 1 but 2 items tt i had lost. The first was my nalgene bottle n the second is a hall t-shirt which i didnt even notice tt it has been lost.
Never imagine tt i will be able to see n touch my bottle again. Lost it for nearly a week. I didnt even rem where i lost it. Toaday when i was signing my attendence in lab, my friend just casually ask me to see if my bottle is there. However, before he finished, i saw it just next to the attendence sheet. Wat luck! Recovering something after losing it for a week can be considered a miracle nowadays where pple just take n keep stuffs tt dun belong to them in the first place.

Then when i was going to do my laundry, i saw this familiar t-shirt hanging on the stand and to my suprise the n.o on the back is mine. No wonder i has not seen it for a long time but was nevertheless glad to have it back.
After this episode of losing and finding, it became clear to me that some things are fated. Things that are meant to be yours u will eventually find it back one way or another.

Maybe it is time to also recover some lost faith everyone.