The Post That Is Like A Sponge

So today we played Gregory Terrace, and when we go there, it was raining by the bucketload. (un)Fortunately, the rain stopped before our match. But I got there in time to see the U15s play, and it was in that match where I saw the most ridiculous decision a referee has EVER made.

The GT defender shoved one of our (TSS) forwards in the back, in their penalty area. Ref's decision: INDIRECT FREEKICK. INSIDE THE PENALTY BOX.

Cue me and the 2nds coach shouting at the referee for what a ridiculous decision that was. Seriously la, if it was me playing in that match, I'd give the ref a piece of my mind. In fact I was doing that on the sidelines anyway.

Three decisions didn't go my way in our match. Two were about my throw-in technique, which apparently were "sloppy". Argued with the ref (while the game was still going on, and my teammates shouting at me to play on) about how he was only a bit rubbish. Another was conceding a freekick after the ball rebounded off the opponent's leg, into my face and (apparently) onto my hand. I wasn't too pleased about that decision. "How the hell am I supposed to avoid the ball hitting my hand after it comes off my face?!" was the question asked.

Wasn't a good first half, we conceded two preventable goals. Second half was quite an improvement, although we didn't score any, we didn't concede either. Back to the training grounds, again.

The Post That Longs For Jailbait

Football is incredibly cruel. Like the mistress that chains you to the bedpost and whips you while forcing a dildo into the wrong end.



The last 3 days have been really difficult for me, as mentioned in the previous post. This morning, a very Chelsea-like effort was put in by the 2nds. Unfortunately, football being the cruel game that it is, we conceded two late goals. I was taken off before they went in, so I don't know if I could've prevented the goals or not. But our team, and mostly our defence, put in a monumental effort in the first half and most of the second to keep the opposition at bay. The game ended in tears (for me, anyway), but we had plenty of positives to take from it. However when you've lost in the manner we did, it's hard to look on the bright side of life.

However at the end of it all, you've gotta pick yourself up, shake hands with the opponents, and look forward to the next game. I've even typed out a match report for your reading pleasure!

Its games like these where you separate the men from the boys. We went into the game knowing that in order to get anything out of the game, we would have to play out of our skins and defend admirably. We started off well, playing neat passes and managed a shot that narrowly missed the goal. However after that we were subject to continuous BGS pressure but our defence stood strong. A few mistimed tackles allowed the opponent to occasionally get a shot on our goal, but goalie Wesley Hatcher was up to the task. The first half ended with the score tied at 0-0 and we were confident of being able to keep it like this until the end of the game.

The second half began like the first, with TSS being subject to wave-after-wave of BGS attack. But still the midfield tracked back tirelessly, and our defence kept its composure under pressure. Wesley showed us why he’ll be a top keeper in the future, pulling off an incredible double-save from point blank range. With the clock running down, and the game still goalless, we thought the result was heading towards a well deserved draw for us. However, with football being the cruel game that it is, this wasn’t to be. In the dying moments of the match, BGS launched an attack down the left wing. The cross deflected off Jay Gorasia, forcing Bennett Dunne to clear it. Unfortunately, the ball came off his shin and ended up in the back of the net. From the kick-off, a mix-up in the forward line allowed BGS to attack again, earning them a corner kick, which ended up with one of their players heading the ball into our goal. The final score was 2-0 to BGS, and we felt robbed. However there were plenty of positives to take from this game, and praise must go to the entire backline: Jay Gorasia, Leron Krasniqi, Shaun Gall, Bennett Dunne, Jack Plowman-Holmes, Julian Clark-Wellsmore, Wesley Hatcher and Jonathan Thong.

TSS 2nd XI Captain & Vice-Captain
Jay Gorasia and Jonathan Thong

Hope you lot enjoyed it. Now, sleeping time. Almost.

The Post That's Losing The Plot

It's been a difficult two days for me.

Death of a dream, you might say. Well, yeah. Everything could've been so different. No one cares anyway. Everyone only wants to mock the poor Chelsea fan as much as possible. I was going to put up some gracious congratulations to Ronaldo FC, but sod that after the treatment I got.

Thursday was a shit day. Received insults and mocking left right and centre. Played some football during lunch, hit the post a bunch of times. Got more mocking. Then when you think it couldn't get worse than shit hitting the fan, shit gets worse by splattering all over the place. Tried to buy a drink but the fucking vending machine "ate" my $1.50. Went to another one, put in my money, selected a drink, out came the change but no drink. Lovely.

It got slightly better on Thursday afternoon and evening. Went to the Round Square dinner and had a good time. Came up with a speech while eating and received loads of praise from everyone after I was done. Was pretty happy with myself that night.

Then Friday. OMG. More insults, more mocking. Some people trying to console me but only succeeded in making me feel worse.

People say its only a game. There's always next year. At least they weren't last etc.

People just don't understand.

The Post That Should Buy More Tea

A couple weeks ago, I was [rudely] awaken by my dad because the fire alarm was ringing. This was around 5am on a weekday, so I was very angry. However, I realised after that if the old man hadn't woken me up, I would've slept through the alarm and get burnt alive. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending how you view it) there was no fire, which only got me more pissed off.

Anyway the same thing happened last Saturday, and I was half awake when the thing rung. No idea what time it was though, but I was incredibly pissed off though. Ruined a good night's sleep. I didn't bother getting up as I thought it would be another false alarm, which it was, and I seriously couldn't be fucked to get up.

I swear, the next time if there's a real fire in the night, I would get barbecued.

Should get some life insurance now eh?

The Post That Gives Big Hugs

I read on ninemsn yesterday that a "deadly game" has reached Australian shores. This game is called "The Choking Game", where a group of teenagers choke each other to the verge of losing consciousness.

Some of the participants have died from playing this game too.

But I think that's fantastic. Honestly! Using the Darwin Awards mentality, this game is simply getting rid of the people who don't deserve to live due to their stupidity. A 12 year old American kid killed himself after trying to replicate being choked by someone else by tying a belt around his neck. He deserves to be eliminated from the gene pool and therefore receives a Darwin Award.

Meanwhile there are still teens out there who are playing this "game" who haven't died yet. I hope they voluntarily quit and receive a partial Darwin Award or involuntarily remove themselves from the game (and life) thus receiving a full Darwin Award.

That's all I have to say for now.

Oh, and a big "WELCOME BACK TO BLOGSPOT!" to my dear friend Kitty Cat.








Hate to say I told you so.

The Post That's Filing For A Restraining Order

So, today I'm playing football under the trees with my mates right? Then suddenly we hear "tweet! tweet!" coming from near our feet. Lo' and behold! There's a chick waiting to be stepped on.

In my attempts to pick up this chick and return it to its nest, its parent swooped down on me and tried to attack me. I wasn't very happy about that and proceeded to play football and leave the chick alone.

Which is hard to me to do, because I love animals and I guess the poor chick was scared and all. But it hopped its way into a bush and I hope it has found its way home by now.

Anyway, snooping around the interweb, I found topless pics of Megan Fox.

Sorry, what I meant to say was...








OMFG MEGAN FOX TOPLESS PICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yeah, I know. She's got those plastic things covering her nipples, but I'll take what I can get.

The internet has redeemed itself.

[Update]
'A teenager has been charged with trying to have sex with a car. Callum Ainsworth, 18, is accused of running along a street naked, bending over the vehicle and simulating sexual intercourse. The offence allegedly happened near the teen's home in Crannog Way, Kilwinning, Ayrshire, in February. Ainsworth denied public indecency at Kilmarnock Sheriff Court and faces trial in August' - The Daily Record

Oh I love this internet thing.

The Post That Is Trying To Find It's Feet

So, today I went to Movieworld. Yes, surprise surprise. You'd think Jon would NEVER go to a theme park, but well, I DID. So, fantastic.

Went on the Scooby Doo ride about 3 times, Wild West 6 or 7 times, the Looney Tunes once but I chose to skip the Batwing as I wasn't feeling well at the time.

But then, the motherload. Superman Escape. 0-100km/h in 2.5 seconds. 4.2G forces and even 1 negative G. Holy fuck. Was persuaded [read: peer pressure] to get on the ride, so I did. And it was about as exciting as getting chased by a rhinoceros.

Probably enjoyed Wild West the most though. It's basically a boat ride through a cliched town you see in Western movies. But there's one part where you go backwards, and another part where you fall from.. God knows how high into a pool of water. So yeah, you get all wet. It's been 4 hours since our last ride, and my clothes are still soaking. Bloody hell.

That's enough theme park rides for...












ever.

The Post That Lol-ed At Yench

What do you get when you mix Stand By Me and I'm A Believer with the most nasal voice since Fran Drescher in 'The Nanny'?

Mercy by a little Welsh girl called Duffy, of course.

It gets annoying, really. I very much prefer a song called Sweet About Me by a local girl called Gabriella Cilmi.

Anyway, enough about that. It's Saturday, and I have to talk about our first football match of the GPS season! We beat Toowoomba Grammar 3-1, although we had enough chances - especially one-on-ones - to have beaten them by more. A Jonathan Thong with more match practice would've put his two chances away.

Was really angry in the morning though. The first team coach (I play for the 2nds) told some of us [including me] to come at 8.30am to play in an earlier match. What we weren't told was that the plans were changed on Thursday night and we weren't allowed to play in that match. This made me and a few other guys very, very angry. But at least I was given a run-on in the 2nds match so... Okay. Would've liked to play longer than I did, but it was a decent start.

Next week they'll be getting rid of the players who aren't supposed to play in the 2nds and perhaps that would give some of us seniors a better chance to play. This should've been done pre-season but God knows what the director of football was doing.

News filtered in earlier tonight that a guy in my grade hung himself this morning. Apparently he suffered from depression. It's a real pity because he was a nice kid and was a gun sailor.

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The Post With Six Fish

So, fuck.

Wasn't particularly good at training, so currently reserving for the 2nds in the U16s, which I don't mind. As long as we play this weekend, and I'm made captain.

So I've become quite depressed because of this situation. Been thinking about topping myself, but after looking down my balcony, I don't think I could do it. Probably need something quick and painless [?]

Football can drive a nutter really crazy.

Meh. Life, like a homosexual, is gay.

Still single by the way.

The Post With Another Tag

1. Real name => Jonathan Thong
2. Nickname => Jon, Jonno, Thongster etc.
3. Married => Not yet
4. Male or Female => Male.
5. Highschool => The Southport School
6. College => Not yet in college.
7. Short or long hair => Short to medium
8. Are you a health freak => Not particularly
9. Height => Normal
10. Do you have a crush on someone => Nay, we are but men.
11. Do you like yourself => Very much.
12. Piercings => None
13. Righty or Lefty => Righty most of the time.
FIRST’S
14. First surgery => Haven't had one yet
15. First piercing(s) => None
16. First person you see in the morning => The old man
17. First award => I think it was some computering award from Union.
18. First sport you joined => Football
19. First pet => A dog
20. First vacation => Singapore, age 1.
21. First concert => Linkin Park
CURRENTLY
23. Eating => Air
24. Drinking => Saliva
25. I’m about to => Not jerk off.
YOUR FUTURE
26. Want kids => This world deserves little Jonnies running around. Not screaming and shouting though. Always better to see kids than hear them.
27. Want to get married => Maybe, maybe not.
28. Careers in mind => Something fun. Like, endurance masturbation.
WHICH ONE IS BETTER
29. Lips or eyes => Eyes. Just.
30. Hugs or kisses => Hugging and kissing. Duh.
31. Shorter or taller => Doesn't matter much.
32. Romantic or spontaneous => Spontaneously romantic
33. Sensitive or loud => Anything la.
34. Trouble maker or hesitant => Trouble maker =P
HAVE YOU EVER
35. Kissed a stranger => Stranger like how? On the cheek, yeah! Lips.. I can't remember.
36. Drank bubbles => Ja
37. Lost glasses/contacts => Almost, sort of.
38. Ran away from home => No I have not. Walked away, yes.
39. Liked someone younger => Well, yeah.
40. Liked someone older => Like, twice.
41. Broken someone’s heart => Probably, but doesn't matter.
42. Been arrested => No..
43. Cried when someone died => Well, yes.
44. Liked a friend => They were always friends first.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN
45. Yourself => Yes
46. Miracles => I'm pretty much a miracle.
47. Heaven => It's called Stamford Bridge.
48. Santa Claus => Nay.
49. Angels => No.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY
50. Is there one person you want to be with right now => Well, yeah. Actually
51. Do you believe in God => I believe in the God that took time off to do this thing.
52. Tag 5 people => Meh anyone who's bothered, really.

The Post With The News

So, there was this new Indian kid at school who's on exchange from India. Can't exactly remember his name but it sounded like Souvlaki and that's fine with me. Anyway, he's a nice guy as most Indians are and it's great. Except for the fact that he hates Chelsea. Along with every other person who isn't a Chelsea fan. But sod you lot, we're in the Champions League Final for the first time in our history and I couldn't be happier.

... Actually, I could.

Like if we won the Final, I could die a truly happy man.

But all might come crashing down to earth if I don't get to captain a football team this season. I love the responsibility in captaining a team. Writing reports, shouting orders, motivating your team etc. It's all great fun and I think I'd make a good captain along the lines of a certain JT. If I don't get chosen as captain I think I would just die. I hate disappointment.

Anyway, I think there's something wrong with the outside part of my left foot. It's got these aching spasms and I don't know why. I hope nothing's wrong and I can play unhurt for the rest of the term. I went to the chiropractor yesterday and discovered that my back was out of shape. Again. Needed some readjustments. Anyway, apparently it's caused by the fact that I'm right footed and the pressure my left peg has to take when I kick a ball.

Wow. Gotta do a Morten Gamst Pedersen and work on my left peg til it gets better than my right then. =\ I love my sport.

We are Chelsea and we are the best, we are Chelsea so fuck all the rest!