No. 2071...

No. 2071.
Silence.
Silence means consent.
You're guilty.
Next.

Can't believe I have to go through so much fucking shit just for something so minor.
Murder? Tick No.
Robbery? Tick No.
Rape? Tick No.
Drugs smuggling? Tick No.
Illegal gambling? Tick No.
Theft? Tick No.
Failure to dispose an item smaller than a pencil? Yup. You got me there.
A butt. A friggin' cigarette butt.
For those who want to say, I told you so, yes, you did tell me so.
But is it such a major crime?
To warrant such drastic actions?
I say no.
What say you?

3 goals, 2 assists and 1 sore back...

It's getting harder to play soccer nowadays.
Not because there isn't a chance too,
but because my body isn't the way it used to be.
Sigh.
3 goals, 2 assists.
And for all of these?
A friggin' sore back, a bad knee, and an ankle that clicks sporadically.
I almost laughed at myself last night(if not for the pain),
when I was slapping Salonpas plaster to my back.
Oh how times have changed.
8, 9 years ago, we could've played soccer for hours, and the only complaint we have would probably be the sunset being too early.
We were full of boundless energy, we were hyper, we were invincible, I felt invincible.
Now, a 3 hour game can kill us, or if the weather conditions were fine, probably just drain every last drop of energy in us.

I look at some of us, bad knees, busted ankles, problematic backs.
The knee guards, the ankle guards, the this and the that.
And wonder, how long can we keep this up?
How long before the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak?

I just pray that it will not be anytime soon.

Same shit, different day. Very different day...

Same shit, different day.
Guess I'm still back to doing what I do best(currently) for $$.
The production line.
I need a job.
Pronto...

Us and the Reel Show...

Managed to catch Lars and the Real Girl last night with Jamesy boy.
I must confessed, I was squirming in my seat.
Disturbing(to me at least), but a brillant show.

There's so much to think about,
yet I moan the inability of myself to put them into words.
Maybe next time.

Catch the show if you can.
It's worth it.

Late late post. 'bout Halloween. And Zouk...

Once again, I took my time to post this one up.
But what the heck, better late than never eh?
Anyway, I present to you: Halloween @ Zouk!!!

Introducing the brave few who were there:

From left: Sw(the pope), Pegs(the half man/woman), Jase(Uncle Sam), Huiwen(China doll), Me(Mermaid), Xw(Madonna wannabe).
PS: Berd missing from this picture cos he didn't wanna go in at first = never change into costume.

And now, the horrors begin...
Mermaid and Jack Sparrow.
Both creatures of the sea.

Berd(Belly dancer, though his own theme was: I'm your Fat Wife) and me.
Absolutely shocking,

The mermaid with some serious hair issue.

Pegs cannot make up her mind to shoot or kiss me.
Jase grinning at the back(dun think we never see you ah!!!)

Pwetty Huiwen and moi(sorry my ciggys peeking out of the bra thingy)

Us with some random people.

The pope with the slut(xw), the bitch(me) and the whore(berd).

Jase, me, Sw and Xw.
Yes, Xw that bugger even got boots to go along.

Sw the Pope surrounded by a botak bitch(me) and a shameless slut(xw).

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest among them all?

We might got shot for taking this shot.

The saint in.. I mean AND the sinner.

That was it for us at around 1 am.
Too packed with people, too hungry and too hot(for some of us in, my erm, chest area was kinda sweating profusely...)

And that's it.

Halloween 2007 @ Zouk.

Wonder what we'll be dressing up as next year...