Yes I do know that both of them are amateur works but here’s the thing…
Which one is better?
Help me decide and give me your opinions in the comment option below.
Thanks :)
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
It’s like I waited my whole life For this one night It’s gon be me you and the dance floor ‘Cuz we only got one night Double your pleasure Double your fun
Not to forget to 2 hired hands Abbas and Allistar.
The Kallang stadium, full of passionate Singapore supporters.
Back then there was a certain love for the nation.
Singapore (although a nation on its own) played as if it was a state / club.
Although there were foreign players, the team was at least 85% Singaporean unlike the mockery the Singapore team is now.
The Roar of the fans together with the Kallang wave was magnificent.
The thumping of feet causing a tremor-like effect.
The wave swept through the stands.
And the spirit of this football loving nation in my view has been broken with the Nations view on improving the football squad so as to qualify for the Fifa World Cup sometime soon.
I would say yesterday was a slap on the face of Singapore football (or what Singapore football has become).
Thailand managed a 1 all draw with the Liverpool. The same Thailand team that Singapore has apparently managed to level. Yet, Singapore gets trashed 5-0 by this same Liverpool team. Yes the ball is round. but such a drastic difference in results? Embarrassing if u ask me.
(above: pic of Singapore (Liverpool) fans)
Liverpool were taking a walk in the park. They had above 80% of the possession. I mean seriously!! 80 fucking percent?!?!?!
The old team managed to at least slip 1 goal past Manchester United’s defence. And this so called “improved” version can’t even do that?
(click here to see Manchester 8 Singapore 1 goals)
True they would say they conceded less… but honestly ..do u actually believe that Liverpool couldn’t have scored another goal if they had not chosen to do so?
If this wasn’t proof enough that the love for the National team has died, then here’s another thing. The fan’s (Singaporeans) were cheering Liverpool each time a goal passed our goalie and hit the back of the net.
I am not a Liverpool fan but I don’t deny they are a good team. But still as a nation aren’t you supposed to do better? The problem here I would say is too many foreign guns in the National team = no sense of pride.
Liverpool wasn’t walking alone but Singapore clearly was… even though it was their own backyard.
Sunday in sin City hoT as Fuck!! seriously this fella they refer to as "God" needs to turn the aircon on. I mean Dude I know its the recession period but we are dying!!
Anywho .. this blog entry is gonna be quite messy...its been that sort of a day Too much thoughts on a Sunday if u ask me.
started of wondering how some ppl can be such hypocrites its like they can bitch about ppl aRound them all the time and yet when these ppl are actually in their presence... these same ppl will act like they are the bestest of friends Dis-fucking-gusting if u ask me.
spoke to Miss Leo again today (like every other day) and once again she mentioned her love hate relationship for Sweden. She's cute how she becomes all naggy and whiny. (yes i know most men would have ran the opposite way) told her of my disbelief in the term "love" and like everything else she strongly disagreed. by the way i like to share one thing she said today. she claims to be a Goddess lol but if Miss Leo is anything like Sekhmet then i definitely do not wanna suffer her wrath
basically shared my view that if i don't put myself out there ..i wont expect ..i dont expect ..i dont get disappointed ..i dont get disappointed ..i dont lose anything
had a thought come across my mind. you know how women usually are attracted to what they don't have. eg. short women usually like tall men women with squinty eyes usually like men with nice shaped eyes women with short lashes usually like men with long lashes
Now here is the question. why don't skinny/fit women like fat men ? are they not different as well ?
"A man can do all things if he but wills them." Leon Battista Alberti
a State of events. thats what this week has all been about. the good times the bad times the really good times and the really bad times. reunions of sorts. hotel room parties. attention of a Swedish beauty.
realization of feelings. discovery of relaxing areas. adrenaline rush of the possibility of human warfare. being a helping hand for a friend in need. drunk ramblings and judgements of character. happy drinking and enjoyment at least of all expected places. hangoverz. goodbye to an age old friendship.Now if that doesn't say a week of ups and downs .... I have no idea what does.
Moral of the story : all good things come to an end.
Plans are never followed when out when out with the Dark Lord. Don't get me wrong ... didn't say i didn't have fun ... it was an experience of all sorts.
Old faces - good and bad People you get excited to bump into People who make you want to up and leave
We started off at Cineleisure and of cause attacked the King of Burgers. Sinfully wrong but oh so good...
Original plan was to Howl at the Moon but we decided to go to a place called Swing (dont let the name mislead you...it is not a swingers bar) Its a nice Pub by Arab St. Swing Jazz Bar .. but once again i heard no Jazz.. there was a DJ and a live band. The DJ spun house and the liveband (lead singer was a member of Cherry Chocolate Candy) was pretty good.
So anyways, before I could even sit down... I heard "TAS!!!" looked up and I saw a fellow fish who hasn't swum my way in years and the tampines minah. It was good to see them after so long. We decided to sit together to catch up. Spoke bout this and that and then the Dark Lord gets a call. And all of a sudden the plan for a drink and not staying out too late ends us up at Arena in Clark Quay for MJ's tribute. Before entering saw an unwanted face... initial reaction fucked up .. add a lil vodka to calm the nerves and I'm good as new ..lol. the wonder potion of the Russians.
Met some old faces and some new ones. 3 new ones from Belgium (cousin's of a friend who shall hence forth be known as KJS in this post). 2 gorgeous girls and their overly excited over asian girls brother. Why overly excited you might ask.... he took random snap shots of random girls he found hot. He had the picture in his mind that the Asian culture is very conservative ... damn that made me burst out laughing. Came across an irritating Fi nnish guy .. basically most Europeans think Asian women are easy for them cause they are European...
I don't deny there are a vast number of Sarong Party Girls (SPGs). but those women approach the men themselves.... if a woman isn't making a pass at you .. she clearly ain't interested. In the end he got fed up and left. So that was good. Didn't have to get my hands dirty.
By this time .. KJS was gone. I mean he was pretty plastered and in his own world. I told him to watch his drinks cause he has to "babysit" his cousins so to speak. I mean they are his guest in this country afterall.
So anyways he says to me " I'm not drunk.. if I am drunk I will be slurring " . I just smiled coz he was slurring. Then he goes and buys another bottle of Vodka. Brings it back to the table and starts pouring vodka for everyone cept me coz I was driving. I kept looking at him pouring for himself. He had 4 packs from the new bottle and then he comes to me and says.. FUCK!! half bottle left.. and I nvr even touched it yet. yes yes i was puzzled to but it was funny .... coz i told him he had four and he starts to bargain with me and say he had 2 ...and after a while we agreed at 3 .. and he asks me, not being able to stand straight. "Pai... telll mwe thhheee troooofff... am i zlurrringggg?" - for those who didn't understand that bit in proper sober talk it meant "Pai, tell me the truth...am i slurring ?" again i laughed and nodded.
-looks up at this posts- fuck this is a long entry
So yeah finally we went off from there and I went to get my car to pick KJS and his cousin's up since they are all in the east. Never.. I repeat never ask a drunk man for directions. I was at Aljunied MRT asking him how to go to Geylang East and he was asking me to go straight towards Katong.. and I was like why would I wanna go there.. he looks at me and says trust me. That led me to wind down the window and ask the mat motor waiting at the traffic light beside my car. He told me to make a U-turn. I followed and got the Belgian trio home.
KJS now tries to talk me into heading back out to club.. at 0530hrs... seriously!! I dropped him on the main road by his block and went back myself. When i reached home the Dark Lord calls me.
Dark Lord: "Bro did you drop KJS's cousins back?" Me: Yeah Dark Lord: "KJS is at Swing and he is sad saying he lost his cousins" (yes he had taken a cab to head back out to club) Me: I texted the cousin they are home and going to sleep Dark Lord: "K I call u back"
Moral of the story - don't drive when going out clubbing so u can be plastered too
remember that feeling in the middle of the night .. when u need a smoke so badly ... but ur all out!
Fark!! I hate that feeling -grumbles- Now I have to make that 10 minute walk to the shop which is next to the coffee shop and I got to fight all temptations of having supper... so much work in the middle of the night... -grumbles-
So anyhoo... off I go to meet my Irish mate... Nic O'tine.
Sort of like an Indiana Jones adventure...
how u may ask ..
well.... the weakened main character .. me (lack of nicotine) with a goal in hand (getting my cigs)
the obstacles at hand... booby traps (cat and dog poo strategically placed)
the bad guys i meet on the way (fucking cockroaches)
so now u see it from where i'm standing ..
so yeah .. finally made it to the shop .. and the shop lady is grinning at me .. seriously what the fuck she grinning at ? so i start to order my smokes in my top notch ah-beng singlish accent "Auntie ah ...Next Red one " Stupid woman still grinning while eating kuaci (sun flower seeds)
then she asks me .. "where your gf?" - tell me seriously wouldn't anyone react the same way if some person asks u that and ... u don't have a gf ? reaction is as follows
Me: what gf? Shop lady: that one ah u come with last time Me: who i come with? Shop lady: that one ah the pretty girl Me: I come with pretty girl means she my gf? I single lah..no time for gf Shop lady: You don't bluff me lah Me: (Curious) I bluff you for what? I really no gf Shop lady: that time you come with her then you go behind the shop she tell me she your gf Me: What the fuck?! Shop lady: you very naughty boy ah Me: (walk away puzzled)
Now who the fuck is this woman going around telling shopkeepers in my estate that she is my gf?!?! How come she my gf and I don't know?!?! And why the hell would she want to be known as my gf?!?!
If anyone knows of such a woman... please knock some sense into her...thank you
"All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers." -Orison Swett Marden
...don't let me die make me go higher... ...but don't let me fly i just want to stay... carry me away...
Ever been in a crowded room and still feel your the only one there? Ever wondered if you disappeared would anyone care? Ever get so tired of everything it just made u sick? Have you ever?
the journey of the dreamer from the deep slumber to reality was met by the sound of heavy rain outside the spy hole to the world. Horrific dream following the events of yesterday. Getting drunk after just one mug of beer and getting caught for Horrific because (a) Driving under the Influence.I love my license (b) I couldn't hold a mug of beer ? I'm bhai!! (c) I love my license.
So i woke with mixed emotions.
Happy - it was just a dream. Sad - Heavy rain + Bed = the want for more sleep
I hate reality.. "Love is an attempt to change a piece of dream-world into reality" -Henry David Thoreau
China phones rock my socks. It sprung into action at five in the morning while i was in a deep coma like sleep. The call for assistance was given and being the person I am .. i responded. Sort of like Batman I am.
2 new faces. -the hottie and the nottie-
the hottie broke in tears the nottie nvr shut up
the hottie cannot lie the nottie cannot shut up
the hottie seemed humble the nottie thought she was the hottie
the hottie i wanted to hug to comfort the nottie i wanted to slap to make shut up
something bout the blabbering of drunk fucks i cannot take. let alone when they are fugly but carry themselves like they are all that. make-up on her face would have cracked if i actually slapped her.
I know right about now I sound shallow... but don't misunderstand me... I don't judge people by appearences.. but if both character and looks are fucked .. then I am sorry.. the realist in me steps in.
Morning Morning make my fire go UP!
But I deserve a pat on my back for keeping my comments to myself. Not something I am known to do a lot.
"A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality" - John Lennon
