Monday, September 04, 2006
i like to soccer VS red&blue HCs (3 Sept 2006)
HALLO boys!
well that's the only hallo boys we're gonna get, since we didn't get one from a certain person who called all the way from UK at a 9.00 in the morning on a sunday!
i mean all the way from UK, and STILL no change in accent.
how disappointing.
who likes to soccer?
I like to soccer!
That's right kids, the brand spanking new indoor soccer team is now named after the blog!
New name.
New team lineup.
even new COLOUR!
no more yellow fever.
wait.
no we still ARE yellow (and some of us might have a fever), but now with the addition of GREEEN!
that's our team colour.
altho i've heard on the grapevine that we might be getting another uniform change
this time to incorporate the ever-pervasive cow and chicken.
the fur. oops i mean the pho.
who knows with these asian languages?
i mean who woulda thought you could get the meaning of prostitute out of the word for chicken.
the only thing yellow was those freaky bright yellow shoes worn by a certain mellow girl sitting in the stands. But i'm ALL for weird and bright shoes so i support you!
you can be my friend.
So anyways, this new place we are playing is in donnie. When i reached the place i seriously it was some kind of joke.
Seriously.
I turn into a dilapidated, run-down service station, and there are only a few cars, and it's quiet as a mouse. A far cry from the hustling, busy and annoying-cos-there-aren't-any-close-car-parks type of place that our former place good 'ol bokkers is.
(bokkers = box hill)
On more than one occasion i turn to peter next to me and utter "are we sure this is the place?"
either way we got started ...
ok lemme just admit that the match happened a few weeks ago (from the time i'm typing this)
so the game is all hazy in my mind
along with everything else in my past
this is what it's like when you have a bad memory
ANYWAY,
enough about me getting alzheimers early...
so the score was like 9-3
i think
liang and justin scored.
justin needs to "chillax" (chill + relax = chillax)
after the match he's got his head hung over, threatening to vomit his lunch and possibly his b'fast.
wait no, justin only wakes up at about 1pm everyday anyway
so he prob didn't have any b'fast in his stomach.
liang played well as usual, skilfully and nicely.
liang is a great sportsman. not only does he play with good sportsmanship and doesn't shout at the umpire and doens't play dirty, he also is VERY good.
i'm like him.
except i'm missing the skilful- and-actually-good-at-soccer part.
which leaves me with just good sportsmanship.
and by good sportsmanship i mean good benchwarmer.
zhen rocked up, being extremely hard to recognised.
he had traded in his spiky hair for a more mellow, let-down look.
wen he came i thought "who's that? is that reallly zhen? who knows? i dun know. he's asian. all asians look the same. so it may well be zhen. that guy = asian. zhen = asian. therefore, that guy = zhen"
rocks up in a RL polo.
to play sport.
i don't think my whole outfit that day playing soccer was worth more than that RL polo alone.
in fact, i KNOW it wasn't
unless the polo was fake.
i didn't get a look at the buttons.
because real RL polos don't have "polo ralph lauren" on the buttons.
how ironic.
speaking of spiky hair, daz came, a tad late but oh well. it's not like i can talk.
tell me to come pick you up @ 7pm and you can take a nap @ 7.30, i'll be ther @ about 9pm.
8.30 if you're lucky.
but betta late than neva. betta than piking!
far out what is it with piking these days?
seriously.
everyone does it now. all the time.
it's the in thing.
pink was the new black. then green became the new pink. then purple became the new green.
and now piking is the new purple.
let's make the new piking, actually rocking up.
period.
anyway it's a fantastic day outside.
time to get back out and get my dose of vitamin D on this great weekend.
before it's back to getting my 10-hours-a-day 5-days-a-week dose of laptop radiation at work.
don't forget guys : rocking up is the new piking.
well that's the only hallo boys we're gonna get, since we didn't get one from a certain person who called all the way from UK at a 9.00 in the morning on a sunday!
i mean all the way from UK, and STILL no change in accent.
how disappointing.
who likes to soccer?
I like to soccer!
That's right kids, the brand spanking new indoor soccer team is now named after the blog!
New name.
New team lineup.
even new COLOUR!
no more yellow fever.
wait.
no we still ARE yellow (and some of us might have a fever), but now with the addition of GREEEN!
that's our team colour.
altho i've heard on the grapevine that we might be getting another uniform change
this time to incorporate the ever-pervasive cow and chicken.
the fur. oops i mean the pho.
who knows with these asian languages?
i mean who woulda thought you could get the meaning of prostitute out of the word for chicken.
the only thing yellow was those freaky bright yellow shoes worn by a certain mellow girl sitting in the stands. But i'm ALL for weird and bright shoes so i support you!
you can be my friend.
So anyways, this new place we are playing is in donnie. When i reached the place i seriously it was some kind of joke.
Seriously.
I turn into a dilapidated, run-down service station, and there are only a few cars, and it's quiet as a mouse. A far cry from the hustling, busy and annoying-cos-there-aren't-any-close-car-parks type of place that our former place good 'ol bokkers is.
(bokkers = box hill)
On more than one occasion i turn to peter next to me and utter "are we sure this is the place?"
either way we got started ...
ok lemme just admit that the match happened a few weeks ago (from the time i'm typing this)
so the game is all hazy in my mind
along with everything else in my past
this is what it's like when you have a bad memory
ANYWAY,
enough about me getting alzheimers early...
so the score was like 9-3
i think
liang and justin scored.
justin needs to "chillax" (chill + relax = chillax)
after the match he's got his head hung over, threatening to vomit his lunch and possibly his b'fast.
wait no, justin only wakes up at about 1pm everyday anyway
so he prob didn't have any b'fast in his stomach.
liang played well as usual, skilfully and nicely.
liang is a great sportsman. not only does he play with good sportsmanship and doesn't shout at the umpire and doens't play dirty, he also is VERY good.
i'm like him.
except i'm missing the skilful- and-actually-good-at-soccer part.
which leaves me with just good sportsmanship.
and by good sportsmanship i mean good benchwarmer.
zhen rocked up, being extremely hard to recognised.
he had traded in his spiky hair for a more mellow, let-down look.
wen he came i thought "who's that? is that reallly zhen? who knows? i dun know. he's asian. all asians look the same. so it may well be zhen. that guy = asian. zhen = asian. therefore, that guy = zhen"
rocks up in a RL polo.
to play sport.
i don't think my whole outfit that day playing soccer was worth more than that RL polo alone.
in fact, i KNOW it wasn't
unless the polo was fake.
i didn't get a look at the buttons.
because real RL polos don't have "polo ralph lauren" on the buttons.
how ironic.
speaking of spiky hair, daz came, a tad late but oh well. it's not like i can talk.
tell me to come pick you up @ 7pm and you can take a nap @ 7.30, i'll be ther @ about 9pm.
8.30 if you're lucky.
but betta late than neva. betta than piking!
far out what is it with piking these days?
seriously.
everyone does it now. all the time.
it's the in thing.
pink was the new black. then green became the new pink. then purple became the new green.
and now piking is the new purple.
let's make the new piking, actually rocking up.
period.
anyway it's a fantastic day outside.
time to get back out and get my dose of vitamin D on this great weekend.
before it's back to getting my 10-hours-a-day 5-days-a-week dose of laptop radiation at work.
don't forget guys : rocking up is the new piking.