Thursday, February 17, 2005
The Japanese Occupation
Dre, no love man.
A capricious man's words.
But my lust and love do wells up at one holy word.
Rugby.
A capricious man's words.
But my lust and love do wells up at one holy word.
Rugby.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Rugby On Gridiron
No raunchy stuff.
She just wrote "Haha, anyway you really look so sporty and pro la",
Nothing, i am overwhelmed by it.
I wish i am Evan Trebon in Butterfly Effect.
10-5-14-7-1-9-9-9-13-19-3-18-9-1-5-12
She just wrote "Haha, anyway you really look so sporty and pro la",
Nothing, i am overwhelmed by it.
I wish i am Evan Trebon in Butterfly Effect.
10-5-14-7-1-9-9-9-13-19-3-18-9-1-5-12
Monday, February 14, 2005
Scintillating Stuff Of Sidestepping
Nothing to do with sidestep. Rack your brains and mount the excitement in your heart. The time has come.
I just wrestle with u verbally. Darn u man. Obviously u have offended me psychologically. A rip-roaring, extravagant sort of accquaintance i have come across, but a man who tramples on relationships with no mercy. Darn u man. I hate u. We have a tete-a-tete just now and darn u, revealing that you would not considered her as one of the possibilities. She's totally god given, and you have the cheek to cast her aside. I am het up now. If not for the friendship i would have wallop u with dumbbells. Think about it man. Dont u betray her love, or else i will crush you with my bare fists. She is the goddess reborn, u dullard. Don't bring me a feud with u man.
Three Cheers for Dramafest.
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
I just wrestle with u verbally. Darn u man. Obviously u have offended me psychologically. A rip-roaring, extravagant sort of accquaintance i have come across, but a man who tramples on relationships with no mercy. Darn u man. I hate u. We have a tete-a-tete just now and darn u, revealing that you would not considered her as one of the possibilities. She's totally god given, and you have the cheek to cast her aside. I am het up now. If not for the friendship i would have wallop u with dumbbells. Think about it man. Dont u betray her love, or else i will crush you with my bare fists. She is the goddess reborn, u dullard. Don't bring me a feud with u man.
Three Cheers for Dramafest.
Hip, Hip, Hooray!
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Scorpion, Ready To Sting
Dedicated to the Four Mighty Generals. Dao, Dre, Abu Musam, X.
Our ardour and frenzy for Generals have brought us together, for exterminating our foes is an luxury.
Friends in shopping malls, Fiends in LAN shops.
The commitment and tenacity to kill brings joy and pleasure, as we are indulged in something we love, adore, fancy, and this is why we are the Mighty Generals.
From Cineleisure to Thomson, from Coronation Plaza to Bukit Timah Plaza, we never feel edgy for the lack of computers.
Lets bring back some fond memories.
Dao: Global Liberation Army. Associated with Demolitian General, General Juhziz. Always a late starter but a dominant force if granted enough time to construct his forces. Abhor the Black Lotus who always capture his buildings without his apprehension and the construction dozers which trample his soldiers to ashes and dust in the initial stage. Usually fancy team up with X to assault the Indonesian and the China man.
Dre: China. A strong and domineering force in the game. Sometimes too complacent. However, apply the tactics of Black Lotus efficiently in the game and often seen deploying several Overlords, accompanied by the Nuke Tanks to rape his opponents. The only man to crush X into pieces with China Infantry General. Well done.
Abu Musam: China. Another leading force who grasp the game well. Initially fancy the Demolitian General but gradually turn to China. A reserved man when playing, no vulgarities or cup noodles. Just absorbed in watching dirt bikes flying from the slopes.
X: GLA, China, USA. The pundit. What can i say? X whips his opponents like they have never expected, and usually in a 'quickie'. Darn him. A sturdy, firm man who expands his empire faster than he wanks, and to play 1 on 1 with him seems like... listening to the radio without switching it on. Impossible. I respect thy man, but please give me chances.
Seems like eternity after the last time we gathered and battle it out.
Soon, i believe, we will meet again as fiends.
And at the same time, we will be sipping bacardi and hugging hot babes.
Just joking.
Fight well my respected generals.
"China will grow larger."
"AK-47s, for everyone."
"King raptor online."
Our ardour and frenzy for Generals have brought us together, for exterminating our foes is an luxury.
Friends in shopping malls, Fiends in LAN shops.
The commitment and tenacity to kill brings joy and pleasure, as we are indulged in something we love, adore, fancy, and this is why we are the Mighty Generals.
From Cineleisure to Thomson, from Coronation Plaza to Bukit Timah Plaza, we never feel edgy for the lack of computers.
Lets bring back some fond memories.
Dao: Global Liberation Army. Associated with Demolitian General, General Juhziz. Always a late starter but a dominant force if granted enough time to construct his forces. Abhor the Black Lotus who always capture his buildings without his apprehension and the construction dozers which trample his soldiers to ashes and dust in the initial stage. Usually fancy team up with X to assault the Indonesian and the China man.
Dre: China. A strong and domineering force in the game. Sometimes too complacent. However, apply the tactics of Black Lotus efficiently in the game and often seen deploying several Overlords, accompanied by the Nuke Tanks to rape his opponents. The only man to crush X into pieces with China Infantry General. Well done.
Abu Musam: China. Another leading force who grasp the game well. Initially fancy the Demolitian General but gradually turn to China. A reserved man when playing, no vulgarities or cup noodles. Just absorbed in watching dirt bikes flying from the slopes.
X: GLA, China, USA. The pundit. What can i say? X whips his opponents like they have never expected, and usually in a 'quickie'. Darn him. A sturdy, firm man who expands his empire faster than he wanks, and to play 1 on 1 with him seems like... listening to the radio without switching it on. Impossible. I respect thy man, but please give me chances.
Seems like eternity after the last time we gathered and battle it out.
Soon, i believe, we will meet again as fiends.
And at the same time, we will be sipping bacardi and hugging hot babes.
Just joking.
Fight well my respected generals.
"China will grow larger."
"AK-47s, for everyone."
"King raptor online."
Saturday, February 12, 2005
The Phoney War
All i yearn to say is, darn u singapore customs.
The war wages on, in the outskirts of johor bahru.
I was one of the three elites deployed to exterminate the hostile five on friday night.
It was a starlit night, and i remembered i wore a singlet.
I was then a brutalized bast, and i wanted the hostile five to be eliminated from this era forever.
We were fortified with ammunition that could last the battle till the wee hours in the next morning.
Real ammunition that can kill.
Not guns, grenades, carbines, or wadever, just fireworks.
Our fellow comrades had donated a munificient amount of fireworks to us, as we have the long range god thunder, long range swift lightning, short range coloured flasher, short range signals varying in patterns and colours.
Nevertheless, the hostile five were infamous for their long range devastating god thunder, sth like the mother of all bombs, which could produce a ravaging sound impact on us, capable of deafening us instantly.
Nah, we were not intimidated nor hesistant by these mofo stuffs.
The leader of the three elites was the 20 year-old salesman, a delicate man with refined manners.
He whispered, "This time we have to strike first, before they have the upperhand. We shall bombard them with the long range god thunder first, hoping that they are staggered by our first move."
He then turned to the youngest but most promising 12 year-old scooter boy, "Later you shall take the alley, onslaught them with the short range coloured flasher on their backs and burn their panties, right to the core. Give no mercy."
I like that verse.
Anyway, we lit three long range god thunder simultaneously, and caught them unprepared.
The war had finally commenced.
It was a confrontation of the major powers, as the two sides were in a skirmish for the remuneration of our bravery.
Chewing gums. A carton of them.
Lame but accept it. They cost 20 ringgit.
The hostile five were jolted by the sudden move but were in no haste to counter-attack.
Their forte was their divergent attack, where five long range swift lightning were launched at the same target simultaneously.
The skies of johor were lit, because of an unjustificable struggle between eight young men.
Anyway, our plan foiled, because the scooter-boy was jerked off by the recoil of the short range coloured flasher, and fleeced when the hostile five retaliated with the peanut bombers.
(The peanut bombers are absolutely remarkable, they just set off to give a small spark when they are thrown hard to the ground, and they just hurt people.)
Our ammunition began to run out soon, and the hostile five were grinning at us, bombarding us with funky and unorthodox fireworks.
They just resembled a bunch of faggots. I always have the urge to pound on them with 15kg of dumbbells in my hands.
Dejected. A mere peccadillo has taken us aback. We knew that no ammunition would mean a total defeat, and the adversaries had not released their devastating god thunder.
We had ammunition, just a carton of short range signals, anyway they resemble... grenades.
HaHaHaHa.
We just junked those lit ones into their compounds, and the hostile five became cheeky chickens.
HaHaHaHa.
What a way to celebrate the chicken year.
We almost burnt their house, who cares, we are munching our chewing gums and lived happily ever after.
HaHaHaHa.
Please, I am the fireworks pundit.
And again, darn u singapore customs.
The war wages on, in the outskirts of johor bahru.
I was one of the three elites deployed to exterminate the hostile five on friday night.
It was a starlit night, and i remembered i wore a singlet.
I was then a brutalized bast, and i wanted the hostile five to be eliminated from this era forever.
We were fortified with ammunition that could last the battle till the wee hours in the next morning.
Real ammunition that can kill.
Not guns, grenades, carbines, or wadever, just fireworks.
Our fellow comrades had donated a munificient amount of fireworks to us, as we have the long range god thunder, long range swift lightning, short range coloured flasher, short range signals varying in patterns and colours.
Nevertheless, the hostile five were infamous for their long range devastating god thunder, sth like the mother of all bombs, which could produce a ravaging sound impact on us, capable of deafening us instantly.
Nah, we were not intimidated nor hesistant by these mofo stuffs.
The leader of the three elites was the 20 year-old salesman, a delicate man with refined manners.
He whispered, "This time we have to strike first, before they have the upperhand. We shall bombard them with the long range god thunder first, hoping that they are staggered by our first move."
He then turned to the youngest but most promising 12 year-old scooter boy, "Later you shall take the alley, onslaught them with the short range coloured flasher on their backs and burn their panties, right to the core. Give no mercy."
I like that verse.
Anyway, we lit three long range god thunder simultaneously, and caught them unprepared.
The war had finally commenced.
It was a confrontation of the major powers, as the two sides were in a skirmish for the remuneration of our bravery.
Chewing gums. A carton of them.
Lame but accept it. They cost 20 ringgit.
The hostile five were jolted by the sudden move but were in no haste to counter-attack.
Their forte was their divergent attack, where five long range swift lightning were launched at the same target simultaneously.
The skies of johor were lit, because of an unjustificable struggle between eight young men.
Anyway, our plan foiled, because the scooter-boy was jerked off by the recoil of the short range coloured flasher, and fleeced when the hostile five retaliated with the peanut bombers.
(The peanut bombers are absolutely remarkable, they just set off to give a small spark when they are thrown hard to the ground, and they just hurt people.)
Our ammunition began to run out soon, and the hostile five were grinning at us, bombarding us with funky and unorthodox fireworks.
They just resembled a bunch of faggots. I always have the urge to pound on them with 15kg of dumbbells in my hands.
Dejected. A mere peccadillo has taken us aback. We knew that no ammunition would mean a total defeat, and the adversaries had not released their devastating god thunder.
We had ammunition, just a carton of short range signals, anyway they resemble... grenades.
HaHaHaHa.
We just junked those lit ones into their compounds, and the hostile five became cheeky chickens.
HaHaHaHa.
What a way to celebrate the chicken year.
We almost burnt their house, who cares, we are munching our chewing gums and lived happily ever after.
HaHaHaHa.
Please, I am the fireworks pundit.
And again, darn u singapore customs.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Psychological Warfare
Before I step foot on India, thou shall enlighten you simpletons with some quotes.
"In peace sons bury fathers, but war violates the order of nature, and fathers bury sons." -Heroditus
"War is delightful to those who have had no experience of it. " - Desiderius Erasmus
"The most dangerous moment comes with victory." -Napolean Bonaparte
"Only the dead see the end of war." -Plato
"Among the men who fought on Iwo Jima, uncommon valor was a common virtue." -Fleet Admiral Chester W. Nimitz
"When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite." -Winston Churchill
"In war there is no prize for the runner-up." -General Omar Bradley
Distressed or astounded by these? Don't be. I am granted only two or three months more to cull those bitches on the pitch. As my life shortens, I began to augment my lust for blood. A soldier marches into the battlefield, knowing that he should not die for his country, but the other party dies for his. Similar mindset. I have sailed through ups and downs in my battles, and as a veteran, I have no other requests. Just to crack a few more necks and bring kudos back to my homeland.
I am not a good leader, but I can show you the path to annihilate our foes effectively and efficiently. Entrust all your hopes on me. I will not let you down.
"We have to face the fact that either all of us are going to die together or we are going to learn to live together and if we are to live together we have to talk. " -Dao
"In peace sons bury fathers, but war violates the order of nature, and fathers bury sons." -Heroditus
"War is delightful to those who have had no experience of it. " - Desiderius Erasmus
"The most dangerous moment comes with victory." -Napolean Bonaparte
"Only the dead see the end of war." -Plato
"Among the men who fought on Iwo Jima, uncommon valor was a common virtue." -Fleet Admiral Chester W. Nimitz
"When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite." -Winston Churchill
"In war there is no prize for the runner-up." -General Omar Bradley
Distressed or astounded by these? Don't be. I am granted only two or three months more to cull those bitches on the pitch. As my life shortens, I began to augment my lust for blood. A soldier marches into the battlefield, knowing that he should not die for his country, but the other party dies for his. Similar mindset. I have sailed through ups and downs in my battles, and as a veteran, I have no other requests. Just to crack a few more necks and bring kudos back to my homeland.
I am not a good leader, but I can show you the path to annihilate our foes effectively and efficiently. Entrust all your hopes on me. I will not let you down.
"We have to face the fact that either all of us are going to die together or we are going to learn to live together and if we are to live together we have to talk. " -Dao
Over And Over Again
I'm in shtuck.
I have seen u before, somewhere, someday.
All I experienced was an ambiguous feeling of... I can't explain.
I don't fancy u my dear.
I do not even know your name.
I just...
I sincerely, faithfully pray to the lord that you will not leave my sight at the end of this month.
*The H company in Normandy has seen ordinary boys transformed into extraordinary men*
I have seen u before, somewhere, someday.
All I experienced was an ambiguous feeling of... I can't explain.
I don't fancy u my dear.
I do not even know your name.
I just...
I sincerely, faithfully pray to the lord that you will not leave my sight at the end of this month.
*The H company in Normandy has seen ordinary boys transformed into extraordinary men*
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Brotherhood
Dedicated to the Big Six. Dao, Niggawuh, Txy, Charles, Ahmad Abdul Lee, Nelsonn.
We have brawls, squabbles, but we all lil bastards have something indistinguishable.
We all fancy hot sexy mamas.
Especially Ahmad Abdul Lee, what a pest and ignorant gungho he has been.
I always have the urge to pound on u with two 15kg dumbbells in my hands.
C'mon, lets equate the Big Six to the Six Nations.
Dao:
Obviously England. Significant, Disdainful, yet sturdy. A sure-fire source of inspiration like captain Jason Robinson. and a brooding presence off the field and a scary one on it with reference to Danny Grewcock. But hell those white english sissies, fancy losing to the welsh.
Niggawuh:
Ireland. Sorry. You sure resemble one from the IRA. Anyway, the impression of u just lies with Ireland. Dun retort me with questions. Just accept your fate. Perhaps u and Brian O'Driscoll have the same grandfather.
Txy:
Scotland. You have been a pillar of consistency amid our toils like the scottish captain Gordon Bulloch. Funky like how the Scottish dress themselves, you are holla entertaining. Live well my friend.
Charles:
France. A warrior in the Martin Johnson mould, as your character has got better with age. Less stingy. More adorable. Not much features from you, but you just make our days longer.
Ahmad Abdul Lee:
Wales, definitely. Piss me off. Loggerheads with the English. But seriously you are like Luke Charteris who could tower over everyone. No brains and brawns like the Welsh players, u are just ingenuous like the Nigerian rugby team.
Nelsonn:
Italy. As unfamiliar as the Italian rugby team. Just joking. A cool, calm, colossus who is the cornerstone of the Big Six. No doubt the Italian papa Andrea Lo Cicero. And you are like those Italians. Charming, chivalrous and charismatic. Darn you.
Confront the Big Six now.
Tickets sold at 1 buck per entry. and 100 bucks for your coffin.
We have brawls, squabbles, but we all lil bastards have something indistinguishable.
We all fancy hot sexy mamas.
Especially Ahmad Abdul Lee, what a pest and ignorant gungho he has been.
I always have the urge to pound on u with two 15kg dumbbells in my hands.
C'mon, lets equate the Big Six to the Six Nations.
Dao:
Obviously England. Significant, Disdainful, yet sturdy. A sure-fire source of inspiration like captain Jason Robinson. and a brooding presence off the field and a scary one on it with reference to Danny Grewcock. But hell those white english sissies, fancy losing to the welsh.
Niggawuh:
Ireland. Sorry. You sure resemble one from the IRA. Anyway, the impression of u just lies with Ireland. Dun retort me with questions. Just accept your fate. Perhaps u and Brian O'Driscoll have the same grandfather.
Txy:
Scotland. You have been a pillar of consistency amid our toils like the scottish captain Gordon Bulloch. Funky like how the Scottish dress themselves, you are holla entertaining. Live well my friend.
Charles:
France. A warrior in the Martin Johnson mould, as your character has got better with age. Less stingy. More adorable. Not much features from you, but you just make our days longer.
Ahmad Abdul Lee:
Wales, definitely. Piss me off. Loggerheads with the English. But seriously you are like Luke Charteris who could tower over everyone. No brains and brawns like the Welsh players, u are just ingenuous like the Nigerian rugby team.
Nelsonn:
Italy. As unfamiliar as the Italian rugby team. Just joking. A cool, calm, colossus who is the cornerstone of the Big Six. No doubt the Italian papa Andrea Lo Cicero. And you are like those Italians. Charming, chivalrous and charismatic. Darn you.
Confront the Big Six now.
Tickets sold at 1 buck per entry. and 100 bucks for your coffin.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Flair For Sex
I saw a lizard near my bed, and my reaction was to squawk, squeak and squeal.
Why can't i sight these grisly creatures as those buggers on the pitch, and all i need to do is to puff them and shut their mouths with a 'thud'.
Phobia.
It explains all. Clear, distinct answer. No doubt.
Besides phobia of lizards, i too have some bizarre behaviour.
I like to tread on people's toes, and i often see their nutter expressions. (Who cares? This is me.)
I like to launch vituperative attacks on people whom i despise. (Those who talk big but cant play big)
I like to eavesdrop people's conversations. (Maybe there are some juicy gossips, like Michael has no nuts?)
I like to make scatological jokes.
I like to chew my finger nails and they taste unbelievably... yummy.
I like to have a fling with my mates' gurls. (You guys are not married. So shut up.)
I like to have the studs of my boots smeared with blood after a game.
I like to nestle on the toilet bowl.
I like to be a law unto myself.
I like to cook. (That aint bizarre, that's just talent)
Call 999 if you think i should be locked behind bars.
But when i am released from jail, it will be a better choice for you to gulp down a bottle of dettol.
Pro 24:5 A wise man is strong
Why can't i sight these grisly creatures as those buggers on the pitch, and all i need to do is to puff them and shut their mouths with a 'thud'.
Phobia.
It explains all. Clear, distinct answer. No doubt.
Besides phobia of lizards, i too have some bizarre behaviour.
I like to tread on people's toes, and i often see their nutter expressions. (Who cares? This is me.)
I like to launch vituperative attacks on people whom i despise. (Those who talk big but cant play big)
I like to eavesdrop people's conversations. (Maybe there are some juicy gossips, like Michael has no nuts?)
I like to make scatological jokes.
I like to chew my finger nails and they taste unbelievably... yummy.
I like to have a fling with my mates' gurls. (You guys are not married. So shut up.)
I like to have the studs of my boots smeared with blood after a game.
I like to nestle on the toilet bowl.
I like to be a law unto myself.
I like to cook. (That aint bizarre, that's just talent)
Call 999 if you think i should be locked behind bars.
But when i am released from jail, it will be a better choice for you to gulp down a bottle of dettol.
Pro 24:5 A wise man is strong
Monday, February 07, 2005
The Trouper's Day
What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And darn u seems to be the perfect word
Adapted from Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word by Blue, copyright affirmed.
Vices, are hang-ups that seems so appealing to people.
Smoking, drinking, gambling, prostituting, etc.
They are treacherous, dark and irreligious.
They become junkies and dunderheads.
They have forsaken the real meaning of life.
They shrouded the world into darkness.
Yet their recruitment has reached me.
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there
What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And darn u seems to be the perfect word
Adapted from Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word by Blue, copyright affirmed.
Vices, are hang-ups that seems so appealing to people.
Smoking, drinking, gambling, prostituting, etc.
They are treacherous, dark and irreligious.
They become junkies and dunderheads.
They have forsaken the real meaning of life.
They shrouded the world into darkness.
Yet their recruitment has reached me.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
The Putz's Woes
Topic of the day:
Is Dao the lil bast a man or a boy?
Let me count the ways that portray me as a boy:
1. Sexy, voluptuous ladies often appear in my dreams, regardless in the day or the night.
2. I consume milk daily as if they taste like plain water.
3. I secrete my alcoholic refreshments in the hidden corners of my room, and they do not comprise of hard liquour or wine, just b-e-e-r.
4. I still take a peep at the tranvestite prostitutes around my neighbourhood, although i know their voices will turn me off straight away.
Man?
1. I take on men on the pitch regardless their age, nationality, race or language, i just wanna kick their asses and splinter their gene pool between their legs.
2. I have the fitness of a centenarian who still go to geylang every night.
3. I don't have the need to jerk off in my bedroom with doors locked anymore.
4. I believe i am a man.
So mates, reply me with an answer.
But please, dun respond with animadversions like i am homo.
Mark, that applies to you.
Is Dao the lil bast a man or a boy?
Let me count the ways that portray me as a boy:
1. Sexy, voluptuous ladies often appear in my dreams, regardless in the day or the night.
2. I consume milk daily as if they taste like plain water.
3. I secrete my alcoholic refreshments in the hidden corners of my room, and they do not comprise of hard liquour or wine, just b-e-e-r.
4. I still take a peep at the tranvestite prostitutes around my neighbourhood, although i know their voices will turn me off straight away.
Man?
1. I take on men on the pitch regardless their age, nationality, race or language, i just wanna kick their asses and splinter their gene pool between their legs.
2. I have the fitness of a centenarian who still go to geylang every night.
3. I don't have the need to jerk off in my bedroom with doors locked anymore.
4. I believe i am a man.
So mates, reply me with an answer.
But please, dun respond with animadversions like i am homo.
Mark, that applies to you.
Certainly Breathless
Doing the dirty jobs is not an undemanding task, I have to assure that possession of the ball has to be retained by hook or by crook.
I love tackling.
To bring down the men and discontinue their pace is a luxury, especially when they are one hundred pounds heavier than you and grasp the art of evasion better than your grandpa.
I may not have the gratifying stamina that cheeky possess, nor the brute strength that sk unleashes to his opponents, but i do have something under my sleeves.
My wickedness on the pitch.
Hahahahaha.
It is totally a self-indulgent moment to send MY opponents into the sick bay with fractured arms and dislocated legs.
But you know what?
Retribution do sets in, and right now my neck, right hand and right ankle have dysfunctional problems.
What a life.
I love tackling.
To bring down the men and discontinue their pace is a luxury, especially when they are one hundred pounds heavier than you and grasp the art of evasion better than your grandpa.
I may not have the gratifying stamina that cheeky possess, nor the brute strength that sk unleashes to his opponents, but i do have something under my sleeves.
My wickedness on the pitch.
Hahahahaha.
It is totally a self-indulgent moment to send MY opponents into the sick bay with fractured arms and dislocated legs.
But you know what?
Retribution do sets in, and right now my neck, right hand and right ankle have dysfunctional problems.
What a life.
Friday, February 04, 2005
Maelstrom
Men of goodwill shall pit against older, tougher adversaries, and these men shall never bow down, nor throw in their towels, because deep in their hearts, they are hankering to whack dose infidels' asses.
So come down tomorrow morning at ten at farrer park, if you want to have a glance of the struggle between the two sides. Thou shall lay my body and soul at the frontline, and no one, seriously no one will have a cushy time with me and my mates. Thy shall see how their blood will splatter, how they are tormented by us. Just look out for their expressions. Have a good time.
I am not a lone soul in my team. I require the support and reassurance of my mates, for we wimped in defeat, exterminate our fiends as a pack, and eventually stand with our heads high as winners. I believe in you people. Show me your guts, balls, killing instincts, etc, and we will never let down one another again. Never.
From good friends to strangers. I don't know the answer.
I don't even comprehend what has happened.
Enlighten me.
So come down tomorrow morning at ten at farrer park, if you want to have a glance of the struggle between the two sides. Thou shall lay my body and soul at the frontline, and no one, seriously no one will have a cushy time with me and my mates. Thy shall see how their blood will splatter, how they are tormented by us. Just look out for their expressions. Have a good time.
I am not a lone soul in my team. I require the support and reassurance of my mates, for we wimped in defeat, exterminate our fiends as a pack, and eventually stand with our heads high as winners. I believe in you people. Show me your guts, balls, killing instincts, etc, and we will never let down one another again. Never.
From good friends to strangers. I don't know the answer.
I don't even comprehend what has happened.
Enlighten me.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Game Over
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Recall
Vividly remembered mok, yangquan, freddy and chitern outflanked me on the pitch when I was still a puny young lad. They inspired, impressed, influenced me, for here I am, still a puerile young adult with a lil bit more brains.
And the gist of the day, I overheard Gaspar saying that he wil be mugging. What the, does ITE students mug? An irony indeed.
*Mates, comb Singapore for any tanned, sporty, appealing, nice and joyful girl.*
na-na-na-na-na-na.
And the gist of the day, I overheard Gaspar saying that he wil be mugging. What the, does ITE students mug? An irony indeed.
*Mates, comb Singapore for any tanned, sporty, appealing, nice and joyful girl.*
na-na-na-na-na-na.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
The Desparado's Desires
Dao's resolutions for the month of feburary.
1. Sidestepping 5 adversaries in a game and brandishes my middle finger right into their faces when I scored the try.
2. Forsake Islam and be a devout mugger.
3. Indulge in love with all ladies I know.
4. Slap that cranky face of yours with the studs of my boots.
People, spare me some love.
I'm going to my sanctuary to cry.
Peace.
P.S. If all these are fulfilled with the grace of God, I will spear Ang Wee Hiong during Assembly.
1. Sidestepping 5 adversaries in a game and brandishes my middle finger right into their faces when I scored the try.
2. Forsake Islam and be a devout mugger.
3. Indulge in love with all ladies I know.
4. Slap that cranky face of yours with the studs of my boots.
People, spare me some love.
I'm going to my sanctuary to cry.
Peace.
P.S. If all these are fulfilled with the grace of God, I will spear Ang Wee Hiong during Assembly.
