Saturday, October 15, 2005

Ole!

the past week has been spent playing tennis, doing blt's trailer music, and watching movies and other random stuff at mat tay's house. basically, on thursday afternoon, blt, mat, and i were the only ones online and we were sitting next to each other at mat's house. incredible. blt spent the afternoon teaching us how to operate a video camera, which was enlightening, and it captured our imagination for about 5mins. (geddit?captured? ah, oh well...) watched random spooky shows and spooky games after that, all in the name of procrastination, cos it didnt seem very appealing to do the music.

anyway, today was tiring. went running and found that i slowed down by about 1.5minutes (shit), before playing soccer at the uwc with imran and kani. omg, those 17yr olds were TALL!!!!!!!! so naturally i ended up playing keeper, cos the shortest=the lousiest. screw the random cricket player who couldnt kick a freakin' ball but didnt want to play in goal. FINALLY i was allowed to play outfield, and being the only local on the team (kani and imran were on the other side), i thought i was screwed. fortunately, the ppl there werent racist and passed to me, and thankfully i didnt screw up like i did while playing keeper.

somewhere along the way, the highlight of my day came. random 17yr old french dude corners me, and the idiot that i am decided to try and back heel my way past him. well, it worked and i got away, much to the amazement of the big ang moh fellas. here's what i think was going thru their brain:

random big ang moh guy: that midget singaporean is stuck, he's gone.
*one flick and a clean escape later*
random big ang moh guy: wtf.

well, i had a couple of nice touches and passes, before scoring a goal, so i thought i was doing well. then the cricket guy decided he couldn't stand playing keeper anymore and i was back in goal. dangit. the game also showed that there are other ppl like peter crouch in this world. there was this huge guy named vishnu who owned all. seriously, his name is super apt, he's like a freakin' soccer master...the ball STICKS to his feet, and he's like 2m tall, dwarfing the other ppl. oh well, monday its soccer on home turf again, hope i learnt some stuff today which will come in handy then...

random joke of the day:
why shouldn't u mess with ppl with a fever?
cos they're hot-headed. arghs!!!!

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