Friday, July 28, 2006

it's nights like these that brings them all back at one go like a loose train.
how've u been...?

2:43 AM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

life in the army revolves alot around internal politics.

it's everyone for themselves really. Everyone digs holes all over just to cover as much of their ass as possible, while backstabbing and behind-the-back bitching takes place on a quotidient basis. So much for 3 forces, 1 SAF. Nonetheless, people are intrinsically selfish, it's all part and parcel of human nature. But some of the actions of certain particular people leaves much to be desired. Of course, it's almost impossible to please everybody and balance both sides of the beam, and friction is bound to spark like sandpaper against gravel. But i suppose that if certain groups of people in so called "higher" authorities get their ways more often than most, then something is seriously wrong with the management. But well, that's life. You see it in the office, in school, or in anywhere that you go. So like the saying goes.. we'll just have to "lan lan suck thumb".

7:21 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

BRAZIL

Ladies and Gentlemen, today I have the enunciated pleasure of trumpeting the most prolific, all-time net-hitter in the history of the World Cup - and no, it is not Slim Shady - but the enigmatic Brazilian powerhouse , Slim Jim Ronaldo. Don't get me wrong, I love France and Thierry Henry, but the 5th minute of the Ghana game, heralded a breathtaking sonorous oration throughout Brazilian territory, and I articulate to Ronnie The Rake’s knockers, shockers, doubters and spouters - May your amercement be rectitude, because your mischief was so lamentable. The worlds greatest football team recorded a last sixteen, 3 - 0 victory over the lone African representatives; Ghana. It was a brave performance, and the Ashanti can return home, heads held high, esteem held higher, with lofty hope for 2010. The yellow and greens worked very hard for their victory, but under the scrutiny of exactitude, we must confess to the fact that the Brazilians failed to control large parts of the midfield for large parts of the game. However, this failure was due mostly to inaccurate, ney, abominable passing, most notably from the usually reliable mid-field stalwart, the immensely talented and likeable; Gaucho. This will and must be rectified for this encounter with the cockerel… Immeasurably disappointing were the histrionics of Adriano, who has been clearly well schooled by his Italian friends, in the art of diving, thankfully however, he hasn’t quite got it - and he was most suitably, yellowed. This was an outrageous stunt by the Internazionale player, and hás no place in Brazilian football. Shame on you Adriano - and I do hope your backside is on the bench for this battle.
FRANCE

Les Blues performance in this World Cup remind me very much of an old Citroen I once owned; fine specification, nice to look at, all the extras - albeit with an unforgivable downside, of frequent flat battery, slow off the blocks, high maintenance, and a bit temperamental...However, once going, is a very reliable sort, particularly at cruising speed , with a relative ease in gear shift to boot. The aforementioned sums-up perfectly the French performance in this World Cup. The bad news for Brazil is they appear to have hit their cruising speed - at least they hinted this in the 3 - 1 drubbing of the Spaniards. Mind you, the score-line does belie the reality - a tad. Two of the Cockerel goals were fired in the space of a back-end 9 minute spell. Notwithstanding that the Spanish , yet again, flattered to deceive in a World Cup tournament. So, prima facie, we could fairly assume, that the writing was on the wall, so to speak. We witnessed a backward jerk in the Spaniards football, and a definite forward lunge in the French. This sets this game up beautifully - we have a spectacle to look forward to - as without a shadow of a doubt, both the Brazilians and French look as if they are getting ready to strut their stuff… Even more interesting is the head-to-head between them (FIFA stats only). 7 games 2 wins-a piece 2 losses each 3 draws The seemingly perfect match. Incidentally, goals scored are; Cockerels 9 - 10 Samba Boys And despite these stats showing the equality of the battle, it is the latter goal stat (notwithstanding Brazilian World Cup Achievements) which will be the ultimate factor.

THE VERDICT

The protagonists are prima facie well matched…The outcome of which is going to be based entirely on, match day performance. I don’t feel stats can help us, nor crystal balls, not even performance analysis will throw light on this battle. And in this respect the French are overpriced. But the question is, do we want to wager on the vicariousness of value or the likelihood of investing in the winner? Goals win matches - and although the cockerels have indicated clearly, that they are moving into enhanced performance mode, the Samba affirmation is also on an upward curve. French Gunner, Henry, has yet to discover the secret of outwitting the off-side trap at this tournament, and this is crucial going into this game - as an in form Thierry is worth a goal in any match Conversely Slim Jim and co have shown a greater awareness of the concept - and this is a most crucial advantage As always, the midfield is gonna be critical in this game, and the cockerel trio of; Vieira, Zidane and Ribery will need to outperform, the Samba crew, of Gaucho, Ze Roberto and Pernambucano et al. But ultimately, as already declared - goals win matches, and the Brazilians can win this game on that factor alone. Moreover, I controversially feel that the Brazilians may even be better off conceding the first goal - as this will be a certain spur to play the beautiful game, in a beautiful way - and by this , I mean in the beautiful way that can only be demonstrated by Brazilians, blessed with the beautiful talent…

THE PREDICTION

The battlefield will be awash with soldiers of fortune a mid-field scrum of liberty, equality and fraternity will spill red wine on the table of beauty. The deadlock will succumb by the intervention of order and progress. The once fat king from the west will fire a rocket piercing the breast of the cockerel. The wounded cockerel will be summoned into action and temporarily escape the downward swish of the guillotine. A retrieval gunner will be launched. The blue defender shall be mesmerized by the fast moving feet of the the pot-bellied pig whos retinue is majestic amaurosis to the three colours of the flag of Charlemagne. The slim king will shake the cockerels head and hammer another nail in the coffin of the Fifth Republic. The soldiers of fortune will seek rest in readiness for the final battle. The mercenaries return to the battlefield seeking sweet victory. The people of The Amazon, The River of January and The Apostles of St Paul gather. The drum will beat to the tune of a foreign dance which spearheads the soldiers swathed in yellow and green to seek a battle winning swipe at the cockerels head. Upon the blowing of the minute following eighty-nine, The Cockerel will be most grievously troubled. The world shall behold a victorious spirit . The fat prince will become the slim king, for thrice terrorizing the cockerel.
With the help of the Great French seer, I hereby predict a 3 - 1 victory, for the Boys From Brazil.

4:51 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.

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Brandon T.

from Tao Nan, to Dunman High, to Temasek JC.
What's next? Cambridge the Lexus or NUS the Olive tree?
I love soccer, and life gets pretty interesting when you worship 11 men and love 1 woman.
And I'm still waiting..for you.

If you be my star I'll be your sky you can hide underneath me and come out at night I'll turn jet black and live in your shadows while you show off your light I live to let you shine

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