Horror upon Horrors.
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closing date 28 Febuary 5pm.
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Friday, February 04, 2005
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Dissapointment is only the difference between Expectation and Reality.
We would breeze thru the first round. Beating the shit out of the first team that come our way.
We would play in the second round with vigour and go thru with skillfull attacking play and resolutely defending like madmen.
We would be given a bloody nose in the third round but still make it to the final.
We will meet, ruthra, jo, spence, muizz, liang and daniel in the final.
We would put up a damn good fight but we would lose to them.
we lose.
law win.
snap back to reality oops there goes gravity.
reality sucks.
first round. leading the game. with 2 minutes to go.
Me throwing, shawn controlling, fn finnishing.
both goals identical.
The other team had no answer.
Us cruising, the other team scrapping.
Apri got kicked, i got punched in the head.
game on.
A tussle.
Shawn lashes out after being tackled roughly.
A shoving match.
Pussy ref steps in.
With BSC ppl jumping in to stop the "fight".
Ref Verdict. Match abandoned. Both teams disqualified.
Ling goes bananas.
Vulgarities tirade.
throws a gold cow can into court.
Sparks mass brawl.
50 people congregate.
some trying to hit ling, some trying to stop ling from being hit.
many thanks to BIT year 3 who helped restrain the crowd.
BIT year 2, you guys are fuckheads.
azila got hit trying to pull ling away.
them arseholes even hit girls.
can you fucken believe it?
I cant.
BSC, many thanks for the fucking mickey mouse tournament which had 3 teams in the final.
congrats on organising the most cock up tournament I have ever been too.
you guys are truly the most incompentant organisers I have ever met.
and that is a true feat of courage.
it was worst than a law inc event.
and i thought that was impossible to top.
but you guys proved me wrong.
kudos.
reality really suck.
Jo and co did make it to the final.
But they lost.
so all in all.
Law didnt win any thing.
so much for our batch.
Our last BSC tournament.
which ended in a disqualified team who sparked a mass brawl and the best team to experience the losing final heartbreak. 2 years in a row.
me being dissapointed is a understatement.
apec & co should have been there.
We ought to be there.
We deserve to be there.
But we arnt there.
luwin, fn, apri, shawn, ling, edwin....
Agree with me that I am not having illusions of granduer.
We could and would be right up there fighting for first place, 2nd or at least 3rd place.
Cos I really think so.
argh. fuck.
2005. hasnt been too kind to me yet. 1st month is over, lets hope things will change for the better.
We would breeze thru the first round. Beating the shit out of the first team that come our way.
We would play in the second round with vigour and go thru with skillfull attacking play and resolutely defending like madmen.
We would be given a bloody nose in the third round but still make it to the final.
We will meet, ruthra, jo, spence, muizz, liang and daniel in the final.
We would put up a damn good fight but we would lose to them.
we lose.
law win.
snap back to reality oops there goes gravity.
reality sucks.
first round. leading the game. with 2 minutes to go.
Me throwing, shawn controlling, fn finnishing.
both goals identical.
The other team had no answer.
Us cruising, the other team scrapping.
Apri got kicked, i got punched in the head.
game on.
A tussle.
Shawn lashes out after being tackled roughly.
A shoving match.
Pussy ref steps in.
With BSC ppl jumping in to stop the "fight".
Ref Verdict. Match abandoned. Both teams disqualified.
Ling goes bananas.
Vulgarities tirade.
throws a gold cow can into court.
Sparks mass brawl.
50 people congregate.
some trying to hit ling, some trying to stop ling from being hit.
many thanks to BIT year 3 who helped restrain the crowd.
BIT year 2, you guys are fuckheads.
azila got hit trying to pull ling away.
them arseholes even hit girls.
can you fucken believe it?
I cant.
BSC, many thanks for the fucking mickey mouse tournament which had 3 teams in the final.
congrats on organising the most cock up tournament I have ever been too.
you guys are truly the most incompentant organisers I have ever met.
and that is a true feat of courage.
it was worst than a law inc event.
and i thought that was impossible to top.
but you guys proved me wrong.
kudos.
reality really suck.
Jo and co did make it to the final.
But they lost.
so all in all.
Law didnt win any thing.
so much for our batch.
Our last BSC tournament.
which ended in a disqualified team who sparked a mass brawl and the best team to experience the losing final heartbreak. 2 years in a row.
me being dissapointed is a understatement.
apec & co should have been there.
We ought to be there.
We deserve to be there.
But we arnt there.
luwin, fn, apri, shawn, ling, edwin....
Agree with me that I am not having illusions of granduer.
We could and would be right up there fighting for first place, 2nd or at least 3rd place.
Cos I really think so.
argh. fuck.
2005. hasnt been too kind to me yet. 1st month is over, lets hope things will change for the better.
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Its all very perverted actually.
It all begun with 24 bottles.
then you add the red.
and the white.
and the tabasco.
before that, you eat a scallop and calamari pasta dressed with pesto, garlic, chillis and bacon.
play with
a deck of cards.
indian poker and shireen's game.
and soon. Things start to get out of hand.
and then, you get a merlion act as the grande finale.
Drinking does not make your problems go away.
They just make you so sick for the time being, that you think about nothing else except trying to keep your puke down which is quite impossible.
I was scared naturally.
it was not your fancy cocktails or even your fiery lambo.
its fucking crap. its all that crap in that rock glass.
I had already downed 2 tall rock glasses 14ozs of weird concoctions.
But this last one proved to be the most difficult. and the most vile tasting.
I cant really remember what they put in there.
but a mixture of diet coke, red wine, white wine and flat hoegaarden? tobasco? i felt something spicy.
It looked like milo/kopi with some very digusting foam on the top.
but you gotta bottoms up since you lost the game.
and you gotta do , what you gotta do.
I took a sip. I knew I was dead.
elfin wanted a sip. he had his sip. he knew I was gonna die.
1
2
3
glup.
bottoms up.
*applause or rather apraaulse as elfin puts it.
Feeling very High.
Close eyes.
waits.
heart pounding ear drums drumming.
tells himself "i wont ever drink again...."
too late.
10 mins later.
merlion act.
10 mins later.
comes out of toliet.
cleaned up.
smokes a menthol ciggarette.
sits there.
sit. sit. sit.
stand up. go to flower bed.
puke.
wash up again.
go home.
drawing the 4th king means you have to drink the contents of the tall rock glass in the center of the table. There are 3 cards left on the table. One of them would be king. Luwin, me and nazri left. The tension is unbearable.
I picked up one card.
PEEKTURE!!! die. die. die.
wait...see wrong. Queen of hearts. phew.
*relieved like fuck if there is ever a phrase like that.
left 2 cards. one of which is King, which would be drinking that shit. Literally. down to lu and naz.
lu picks up.
3 of hearts.
He goes crazy.
jumps on chair and screams.
he is really high.
naz's face turns green.
we add beer and lots of white wine into the tall glass.
hanis, the bastard. added in tabasco sauce.
that cup would be the cup of death really.
spicy...bitter, sour, with a huge stomach bloating effect. dead meat.
5mins later.
Naz - " eh, i see lights flashing."
elfin -" hahaha, naz got laser light eyes! ahhahahahahaha"
we all laugh, shireen's laugh is like a witche's.. luwin is all red faced bursting into madness muttering to me and himself excitedly
"what cock?!?! what cock he talking?!?! when he not hi already talk alot of cock! now drink liao full of cocok?!?!!!!!"
i was so high, i laugh like crazy too.
tommy and gf also laugh like mad.
3am, outside pierside. alfresco area.
10 people. all mad. all drunk. all high. Puking over the railing into the sea.
where just 3 weeks ago, I was speaking to my 21.
the irony really.
got back home in a cab. a corpse.
had a bath.
tried to surf the net abit. impossible.
crashed into bed at 5am.
woke up at 930 bright and early. with no hang over effects.
brilliant.
i hate the 5 of hearts. I got it twice. bad bad bad bad bad bad.
apparantly I drink the most last night because of really really rotten luck.
feel damn bad.
but its f-ing cheap to drink at pierside.
my bill was only 14 dollars.
white and red wine was FOC. and of cos, tabasco was also free.
hoegaarden we had 24 bottles, i drunk like dunno how many, but i still end up paying equal shares.
mind you, I am not boasting about my drinking escapades.
I just find it funny to write about human reactions to alcohol.
after all, I didnt boast that my capacity is one whole jug of long island tea. which is quite impossible really.
and althought I was really sick. I wasnt really drunk per se.
I can still remember everything. except that the cab back was alittle hazy.
but everything else is still pretty clear to me.
puking and all.
gross.
btw, drinking games with beer and water is fine really.
but when wine is involved, it gets really ugly.
try mixing wine with beer.
the taste is bad.
and i bet its twice as potent.
oh, and dont forget the diet coke.
now boys and girls.
drinking is bad for you.
got to go.
ciao.
*its all about dutch courage really.
when you say something under the inlfuence of alcohol.
it does not mean you dont mean what you say.
you still do.
perhaps even more than when you are sober.
I just wanted to type it out, send it and mean it.
Consequenecs non withstanding.
It all begun with 24 bottles.
then you add the red.
and the white.
and the tabasco.
before that, you eat a scallop and calamari pasta dressed with pesto, garlic, chillis and bacon.
play with
a deck of cards.
indian poker and shireen's game.
and soon. Things start to get out of hand.
and then, you get a merlion act as the grande finale.
Drinking does not make your problems go away.
They just make you so sick for the time being, that you think about nothing else except trying to keep your puke down which is quite impossible.
I was scared naturally.
it was not your fancy cocktails or even your fiery lambo.
its fucking crap. its all that crap in that rock glass.
I had already downed 2 tall rock glasses 14ozs of weird concoctions.
But this last one proved to be the most difficult. and the most vile tasting.
I cant really remember what they put in there.
but a mixture of diet coke, red wine, white wine and flat hoegaarden? tobasco? i felt something spicy.
It looked like milo/kopi with some very digusting foam on the top.
but you gotta bottoms up since you lost the game.
and you gotta do , what you gotta do.
I took a sip. I knew I was dead.
elfin wanted a sip. he had his sip. he knew I was gonna die.
1
2
3
glup.
bottoms up.
*applause or rather apraaulse as elfin puts it.
Feeling very High.
Close eyes.
waits.
heart pounding ear drums drumming.
tells himself "i wont ever drink again...."
too late.
10 mins later.
merlion act.
10 mins later.
comes out of toliet.
cleaned up.
smokes a menthol ciggarette.
sits there.
sit. sit. sit.
stand up. go to flower bed.
puke.
wash up again.
go home.
drawing the 4th king means you have to drink the contents of the tall rock glass in the center of the table. There are 3 cards left on the table. One of them would be king. Luwin, me and nazri left. The tension is unbearable.
I picked up one card.
PEEKTURE!!! die. die. die.
wait...see wrong. Queen of hearts. phew.
*relieved like fuck if there is ever a phrase like that.
left 2 cards. one of which is King, which would be drinking that shit. Literally. down to lu and naz.
lu picks up.
3 of hearts.
He goes crazy.
jumps on chair and screams.
he is really high.
naz's face turns green.
we add beer and lots of white wine into the tall glass.
hanis, the bastard. added in tabasco sauce.
that cup would be the cup of death really.
spicy...bitter, sour, with a huge stomach bloating effect. dead meat.
5mins later.
Naz - " eh, i see lights flashing."
elfin -" hahaha, naz got laser light eyes! ahhahahahahaha"
we all laugh, shireen's laugh is like a witche's.. luwin is all red faced bursting into madness muttering to me and himself excitedly
"what cock?!?! what cock he talking?!?! when he not hi already talk alot of cock! now drink liao full of cocok?!?!!!!!"
i was so high, i laugh like crazy too.
tommy and gf also laugh like mad.
3am, outside pierside. alfresco area.
10 people. all mad. all drunk. all high. Puking over the railing into the sea.
where just 3 weeks ago, I was speaking to my 21.
the irony really.
got back home in a cab. a corpse.
had a bath.
tried to surf the net abit. impossible.
crashed into bed at 5am.
woke up at 930 bright and early. with no hang over effects.
brilliant.
i hate the 5 of hearts. I got it twice. bad bad bad bad bad bad.
apparantly I drink the most last night because of really really rotten luck.
feel damn bad.
but its f-ing cheap to drink at pierside.
my bill was only 14 dollars.
white and red wine was FOC. and of cos, tabasco was also free.
hoegaarden we had 24 bottles, i drunk like dunno how many, but i still end up paying equal shares.
mind you, I am not boasting about my drinking escapades.
I just find it funny to write about human reactions to alcohol.
after all, I didnt boast that my capacity is one whole jug of long island tea. which is quite impossible really.
and althought I was really sick. I wasnt really drunk per se.
I can still remember everything. except that the cab back was alittle hazy.
but everything else is still pretty clear to me.
puking and all.
gross.
btw, drinking games with beer and water is fine really.
but when wine is involved, it gets really ugly.
try mixing wine with beer.
the taste is bad.
and i bet its twice as potent.
oh, and dont forget the diet coke.
now boys and girls.
drinking is bad for you.
got to go.
ciao.
*its all about dutch courage really.
when you say something under the inlfuence of alcohol.
it does not mean you dont mean what you say.
you still do.
perhaps even more than when you are sober.
I just wanted to type it out, send it and mean it.
Consequenecs non withstanding.
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