The

Rise and Fall Of The Blogs.

A Long time go a man with his stories lead to the inspiration of his peers and his student.Before too long his stories were hailed to its best glory. People stood and stare everywhere as the stories told grew old. His student caught on to his teachings and created his story to tell. Candle and A Lighter was his first and little did it do well. Perhaps a story of a game that never ends. His stories read but his presence too far to understand. People everywhere gathered round with daily tales to spread around. One by one they share their lives with pride. Happiness,sadness, and parts of their live.With their stories they share with care. A great man stood with challenges to him, years his troubles to stay within. A joyful boy fueled by sorrow turned his stories away. Never to return a single word to the people who wishes a word from him to say. And in the end the creator stands alone to himself. The student to far to be heard by anyone else. The great man rejoices with the holy ghost. The boy who left a legacy for the people he was once able to see. People too busy to share....their stories ending nowhere.
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I use to wake up everyday....to see what people have to say.
If you hear me....

Young Boy's Love Song

Young Boy's Love Song
Lyrics:
One of these days you will see
The love that you had for him was never meant to be
Don't fall on back to fantasy
Come back to me in reality

I never ever let you down sitting on your own
I never ever put you away to cry all alone
I always stood by your side
In times of sadness, a place to hide

Whatever happened to the times we shared
The times when our eyes met
All the times that you stood beside me
Our love shown silently
I allowed him to hold you close
Cause for you he meant the most

Bridge
Riches may he show,
Beauties all he knows

One of these days you will see
The love that you had for him was never meant to be
Don't fall on back to fantasy
Come back to me in reality

His been playing you like his fool, his charms all a lie
While you've been crying everyday and night waiting for his reply
All the tears that you cried for him
Forgetting your past in a life of sin

Give him all your best as you can as though he understands




With all his love for somebody else and to you he pretends
That love was all the pleasure that you bring
Just because he promised you a ring.

Bridge
Riches may he show
Beauties all he knows

One of these days you will see
The love that you had for him was never meant to be
Don't fall on back to fantasy
Come back to me in reality

A day will come when you realize that love was more to see
And you'll unchain the bird of your life, and that young girl shall be free
And that young girl shall be free
And that young girl shall be free
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Football = ?

While having a kick with my bro earlier today at the field near my place, I jokingly asked him if I can try out as a striker since I managed to dribble through him. To which do you have the speed? or stamina? Without hesitation I replied "is another word for striker.... speed?"
Is another word for goalkeeper...height?
Is another word for winger or midfielder....stamina and vision?

The answer my friend is NO...

Months ago my friend Brandon posted in his blog the glorious nation of France in football. It got me thinking as my favorite goalkeeper is Fabien Barthez. I started looking through a number of french goalies such as Gregory Coupet and Jeremie Janot and realized that many shared the same characteristics as I did.

ONE -They enjoy playing eccentrically or uniquely.....such as playing in a fun spirit and basically trying new tricks and saving moves during the games.
TWO- They are keen and well adapted in one on one saves.(maybe they use to play futsal too :))
THREE-They were short !!!!

THEY WERE SHORT!!THEY WERE SHORT!!! THEY WERE SHORT

I'm happy to say that most french goalkeepers were considered below average height of goalkeepers compared to the likes of Van Der Sar and Cech..

What I'm trying to say is that in football, you can never let anyone or anything limit your expectations and game play.
- Just because your short and not as fast as many other strikers doesn't mean you can't be good in dribbling , playing in the offensive zone or great in finishing.
-Just because you don't have a strong stamina doesn't mean you can't play the ronaldinho or cristiano way...play beautifully ,,,,play football the fun way with tricks and put in joy to it.
-Just because you are not in your ideal shape or size....doesn't mean you can't kick ass in the field

Friends football is more than just what they expect from you. I had played with many of my friends in Canaan that played with so much heart and joy that you can see nothing limits them in their play. I have many to name but here are some very influential players. I won't be pointing out names yet but I know some with physical limits BUT their spiritual and football touch overpowers it. They use replacements for whatever they have. If my friend was strong and tall he used his advantage in bringing the ball up and pushing up offensively. If he was not as tall, he used a mixture of tricks and skills and his center of gravity to control the ball nicely and own you with his footwork.

My point is football has no limits. Play with heart and most importantly play with happiness and joy. CELEBRATE when you score with your friends. Enjoy your glory and success. Point up to the air and honor God and people you are grateful for. Theres no posers in football , no lame wannabe trying to act cool, there is nothing wrong with celebrating....Play with God on your side!....Hey theres nothing wrong with having the greatest player to be on your side...

Football = Heart , Joy ,Confidence , with God.

Joga Bonito ...Play Beautifully

High On No Drugs.

Well a strange feeling came to me today. I had this feeling in my mind a long time ago. The last time this strange trippy.....high .....druggy feeling came to me was when I was ten years old. Five years ago. I can barely pay attention or focus on anything. My mindh is just movin in an out an in...I can barely control where I want to look out...things are going blur....and jus like the last time....whenever the feeling comes I get so happy and sick the same time....like i feel good but also feel like throwing up...And whenever I hear music im familiar to...I hear new stuff.....kinda like trippy weirdish sound...sounds tat sem new but also seem familiar....i reckon im goin crazy...maybe I should get some sleep...but this feeling is so nice.....for once im not worried about anything life may bring or what I wish to do.....when i should finish my song....when i should go and have a snack....haha...im high on my own....no drugs...no prescription medicine ....jus a plain high.....trippy feeling...it gets trippier when i close my eyes..maybe im jus tired...

Anyways i'm posting this time to introduce you to the new era of this blog....its story time and hope u emjoy it....i'll be posting some stories soon...this are love stories base on people i know and people I have met...so this are real love stories....hope you enjoy the new era

This is a new song I wrote called How Does She Know. The song came to me last year but I decided to write and record it today. Hope you like it. I really do hope you will subscribe to my videos and continue listening to my songs. I really appreaciate all comments that I get. The important thing is that you guys enjoyed it.

How Does She Know (Original Song)
Lyrics:
How does she know
That you deeply love her
How would she find out that
I wish we were together

How does she know?
How does she know?
That I deeply wish to show I love her

And in the streets,I could hear them sing
The joy of love it seems to bring
As I sat there watching all alone
Hoping someday you'll be my very own

I wish you knew
That I deeply love you
But I can't seem to find my way too
Tell you that my heart was true

They say I love you cause your beautiful
I know your beautiful cos I love you

Boys and girls all gather around
They see each other and so love is found
But still I haven't got a single clue
To find my way to open up with you

The sun is shinning and our days are warm
But still the ice between us stands so strong
I know my hands are reaching on to you
Cause its your eyes thats pulling me through

I see you everyday but do you see me?
Cos just a glimpse from you would set me free
They say I probably should just be myself
But deep inside I'm still somebody else

How Does She Know?
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"To be Nervous...Is to be human" Mr Hargreaves.

I'm A Dead Man

This is another pointless and lead-to-nowhere post. This is a secret about me that I'm confessing now to come clean. Since roughly around November of 2008 or so. My relationship with my family took a downturn. I started talking back in cheeky and sarcastic ways. It seems like all these years of watching John Lennon's cynical and witty rebellious attitude, I'm starting to rebel and question the authority that has always been right. I now rebel and fight back at whatever that displeases me. In a way, I am becoming a outcast or as my Dad would say "Invisible Boy". I don't blame any of them.I now confess and admit, that I have broken or totally pushed away the biggest commandment. *Obey your parents*. I think all this disagreement started a few months ago.I was happy when I first came to Australia. Matter of fact I was happy until roughly around mid August.

At that point, I was grateful that I looked up and said " Thank you lord" "What could be better than this life I have now". During that time, I was studying in my old school. Macleod College. I was happy and cheerful. Then my parents came up wity an idea of moving to a place that was very far away from my old school which led to me being force to change to a new school which I'm not too happy about. And that was when I first started turning against. I behaved terribly. I am very sorry for doing it and have and am now coming clean.

The reason this title is called I'm A Dead Man is not because I'm embracing death as something cool or hip or whatever the young lads would have it. A few days ago, we were chatting peacefully after dinner at a restaurant. I was holding back on my hate-boy attitude and did not make any bad comments. So one of them were talking about when I was younger.We remembered my old look which included a nicely combed hairstyle.I acknowledged and laughed but I remember my Dad said "You were so different back then". I admit it was true and started thinking. All those things I did in the past. I realized that my person totally changed the second I stepped on the escalator in KLIA with Weng Kit, Daniel and my family fare welling us.

I now feel that at that point. The young simple look. Easy going. Kind. Family and friend loving person just died. Yes...I really feel that way. Looking at my old videos in 2007 . Vbs and all tat. I now feel like I'm watching a person who had died. My memories may last for me but not for everyone of my friends. I died in my world and seemingly fade away slowly in their world. Yes I do have friends that do stay the same. But this few weeks got me thinking if I killed myself by leaving. Did Clement Choo as my friends once remembered died the minute he walked away.No one is to blame but me. I feel like a murderer who killed the young playful person. I killed my friendly attitude,killed my love for friends,family and my love. Perhaps I'm to blame if the people I use to be with changed. Perhaps if the old Clement was there, things may be different.

But things are going to change from now. I'm getting back to the start. If this means mending things up with my parents, fixing up the holes I left, or even changing my atitude and behavior.

I shall do it. I can do it. I will do it.