you cant be that far away from me ; if we're looking on the same side of the moon
Saturday, September 23, 2006
something's wrong..I keep getting these spasmodic outbursts of acute, arresting pains from my injury that's causing my sleep to be disrupted from time to time. It's just fucking depressing when u suffer injuries one even before after another cos they all refuse to go away.
5:13 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Monday, September 18, 2006
He's the tough tackling player..I'm not. I'm the antithesis, the striker who does magic when the ball's at my feet. But I don't win the balls myself you see, I can only do my stuff when the ball comes to me. And when I am allowed to do my stuff with the ball, I score the goal at the end of the day. I like to take it slow, slowly work my way to the goal, pulling the right strings and scoring the perfect goal. I don't like taking it fast cos I ain't into a fling. Unfortunately, that's not the way it works for you ref. So I'm not gon' wait till you give me the red card..i'm gon' red card myself. I'm out.
3:36 AM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Friday, September 15, 2006
PARENTS CLAIM THAT WEBSITES ARE TEACHING FUCKING PROFANITY Laws Prohibiting Obscene Shit Their Kids Are Picking Up Online Are Being Demanded.
Singapore -- A coalition of parenting groups today urged lawmakers to introduce a more stringent Communications Decency Act, arguing that profanity-filled websites are a bad influence on their children. "I used to think my kids got their potty-mouths from the shit they saw on TV and radio," testified one frustrated parent. "But after surfing the Web, Jesus Fuckin' Christ. That must be where they learn it."
Speaking before a panel of lawmakers, several parents pleaded with them to revisit the Communications Decency Act, which was struck down by the Supreme Court in 2001 on First Amendment grounds.
"I believe the only way to safeguard my children from the foul language they're exposed to online is to pass a strong Internet decency act," said Monica Cheng, a mother of three living in Jurong. "And don't talk to me about filtering software. I use it and the little bastards must be getting around it 'cause they still swear like motherfuckin' sailors."
For parents like Paul Chan, a bankrupt living in Yishun, however, the issue goes beyond profanity.
"You've got websites out there that tell you to fuck authority and fuck your parents," Chan told the lawmakers. "I don't want my kids exposed to that disrespectful mentality, so I want you fuckin' assholes to do something about it."
Some parents contend that even minimal or indirect exposure to the Internet is dangerous. "I got a nine-year-old, in Primary 3, he can't even fuckin' read, okay?" said father of two, Harry Kok. "But you know what? The kid swears out his ass all day long. It's like, all these bad words, he absorbs them digitally or something."
While Constitutional scholars believe any act restricting language on the Internet would eventually be struck down by the courts, it was clear that lawmakers were moved by the often emotional testimony. In one of the more heartrending moments, Lance Cheow, a father of one from Seng Kang, described how the Internet has soured his relationship with his 11-year-old daughter.
"One night I came home late and went in to give my little girl a kiss, and she wakes up all coughing and blinking and says to me, 'Oooo Daddy, you are shit-faced again,'" Cheow testified. "Now where did she learn that? I'll tell ya. I went to that Googly search engine and found 1030 sites had the phrase 'you are shit-faced' on 'em. One-thousand-and-fuckin'-thiry, holy fuck!"
"What the fuck?!" responded Pete Tsai, who was caught digging his nose.
But the day's most poignant testimony came from Carmen Tng, a single mother that owns a Brazilian waxing firm who was able to draw a definitive connection between child behavior and the proliferation of obscene language on the Internet.
"How old's the Web anyway? Maybe twelve years or something?" Tng said to the panel. "Well, my boy Joey is twelve years old, and he's a foul-mouthed dumb-ass little loser just like his father. Now you tell me there's not a relationship there."
Father & Son Sharing a Moment Online
Dad: Alright, what site do you want to go to? Son: Pokemon.com! Dad: Fuck no. That's violent shit. Very bad for you son. Son: But mommy lets me. Dad: Stupid bitch. No wonder you're so fucked up. Pick something else. Son: Ok.. Starwars.com? Dad: Jesus Christ, how many times must I tell you, no fuckin' violence! Now pick something good before I layeth the smackdown on you. Son: Ok Ok, I guess that wrestling site again. Dad: Now we're talkin'. Ok, WWE.com here we come..aw shit..the site's not responding. Son: Oh..dammit. Dad: Hey, watch your motherfuckin' language! Damn Internet. Teachin' you this shit.
2:34 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
The joys of experience Phil Neville on England's 1-0 win over Macedonia: "We could have scored a second at any time but used our experience to play out a 1-0 victory." Because only amateurs would actually score a second goal. That's just too easy, you see. On an unrelated note, I could have scored with Fiona Xie last night, but decided it was best to stand in the corner with a pint of beer as company instead. Experience, you see.
Statistics "He crossed nine balls during the game, which was double anyone else on the park," said Professor McClaren on Stewart Downing. So, who crossed the ball 4 and a half times then?
World class opponents It certainly is a mystery - and not even Peter Crouch is able to explain why he is scoring so prolifically. "I don't know what it is about international football," he says, "but it suits me." If you have any idea whatsoever why Crouch may be enjoying such regular goalscoring success playing against the likes of Andorra, Jamaica, Trinidad, Hungary and Macedonia, do tag me.
Wordplay With regards to Real Madrid's dreadful display in Tuesday's Champion's League clash with Lyon, well.. Eur'ope-less.
Reading between the lines Says Glenn Roeder of newly operated-on Mickey Owen: "As far as Michael is concerned, he can now start to focus on playing again. "It's going to be a long haul but he can start to focus on that. "And I look forward to the day when I can write his name on a Newcastle United teamsheet." He means, of course, "the day I don't have to write 'Shola Ameobi'".
Chelski through and through John Terry on new England masseur and resident mirth-man Billy McCulloch: "We poached him from Scotland last year." Peter Kenyon will be so proud.
Very versatile apparently Says Martin Jol: "Steed is so versatile - he can play left, middle or centre - and he is the type of quality player that gives you many options." The last time I checked, middle and centre were the same place.
Dumb blondes According to The Sun, 'Coleen McLoughlin has urged young girls to "stop shopping and partying like a footballer's wife". She said: "Apparently more young women are getting into debt because they try to shop and party like a footballer's wife. If I heard of anyone doing that I'd tell them to get a grip." Coleen, 20, offered the advice in Closer magazine. She added: "You can look amazing on a budget." Come tomorrow, a back-page exclusive with Wayne Rooney urging youngsters to stop swearing and start respecting referees.
5:38 AM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Cooking spaghetti's fun. And the person you cook with sure makes a world of difference, even if it meant going all the way to Malaysia. It's my first weekend duty off since i became a fully catted air operations specialist, and this boredom is seriously killing me. The problem with having offs on a weekdays is everyone else is in camp. I rather not work on Saturday if I had a choice. I think I'm being overly Plangossian, which is not a good thing, 'cos reality eventually hits you like a 2-tonne-truck in the face that way. After all, it just doesn't make sense does it, after what happened, I was proven to be once. Maybe I shouldn't try and get too close at all. The thin ice that I'm threading on right now might just break if I did, and I'd probably sink deeper and deeper each day, like quake sand, it's a sucky process, literally. End of the day then, I'll be back at one, like a vicious cycle that's part of this sick joke played by the man above.<br> I know, I know..I know all too well. But perhaps you're the liberation, the cusp of a new beginning, the Cockaigne of my tormented soul. But then again, maybe your the start of ne plus ultra pain.. Gimme a sign, I need one to carry on So tell me, waddya want me to do.
oh and i kinda knew it was him actually, but since she said it wasn't then so be it lol.
12:17 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
a concatenation of dreadfully random events
What happens when you and your friend eyes the same shirt? I say, I'd buy it for my friend, and make that gift-wrapped. I'm not for the notion of fighting for the things that I want, and sometimes after witnessing certain things, you get this stark, sudden realisation dawning upon you which culminates in your discovery that perhaps, just perhaps it was never your cup of tea in the first place. Villa Bali is quite the charming place, and it was quite an eye-opener. With the right company, along with such a halcyon backdrop, it's a cocktail for a perfect night out. Being an ardent afficionado, whose affection for one particular Arsenal F.C. is of Brobdingnagian proportions, I've been more or less appalled with recent displays. And as though antagonisation was his nicotine, perpetual stormy petrel, Monsieur Mourinho, simply could not resist adding fuel to the conflagration of the peremptory transfer of Ashley Cole to Chelski by declaring interest in Bendtner. What an arrant A hole. Then again, that's the multi-faceted Barclay's English Premier League for you, a billion-dollar melodrama, and gone were the days where sport was the cynosure. Today, the might of the buck has supplanted the order of the ball. Sbeen a week now, and I may seem okay, but it's no more than dolor sequestered behind an insouciant demeanour. In actual fact, my mortal soul is being tormented on a quotidian basis, desperately awaiting you to exonerate me from the pangs of forlorn hope. But it's not called forlorn hope for naught, I guess. The life of a Singaporean male is such an imbroglio, at least mine is right now. I wished no more than to go back to those salad days where everything was blithe. People are always like that, always looking back, yet they never stopped to smell the roses and treasure the people around back then. Seems like the beauty of things is only adumbrated by time, and time can make once seemingly small beer so yearned to be re-enacted. I know then, that time will lessen the pain which manifested from the day you reneged on your promise, and increase my joy each and every time i mentally relive the days we smiled together. As for now, I need a vade mecum for reasons to smile.
3:25 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
OMG i drove illegally today! feels awesome. lol. drove my dad's colossal MPV, which was harder than normal to drive. And given it's size, parking and weeving through traffic was much much more challenging too. lol. and i drove all the way to kembangan! that's far alright! didn't dare venture further, for fear of getting caught. DB isn't exactly very attractive to me. No shit, ima go drive my mum's mercedes when she gets back from work. :D
7:38 PM - You left Gucci for Giordano, darling.
about
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
This layout was done by nette, with the help of Brushes from 100X100
and the Codes from kriss.Finally, the lovely image was taken from: deviantart. Pls do not take out the credits.
