Saturday, June 26, 2004
just when i thought england had that chance to beat euro 2004 host portugal and seize a place in the semi-finals when owen presented his first goal of the season, pele's successor, wayne rooney, had to be substituted due to a leg injury. he desperately tried to gain attention of the first aid personnel by taking off his boots and sitting crossed-legs in the mid of the field. ah, he resembled a young boy. how adorable! but that's beside the point! his absence contributed to england's defeat. who can forget that shot into orbit by - i quote petrina - david philanderer beckham? nevertheless, don't ever erase frank lampard's equaliser during the extra time out of your head. he's so gorgeous. may i just say that he's the best looking player in the whole team? go chelsea! now that even football-genius zidane's french team is out of the league, i'm placing my bets on netherlands. grudges with ruud van nistelrooy aside. rafael van der vaart's in! soccer is synonymous with hunks. but sweden's got some skills there. oh well. anyway, cheng hung enlightened me that 'wie geht es dir' is 'how are you' in german. you learn something new everyday.
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at 10:04 pm
Thursday, June 24, 2004
what the...!!! that infamous four-letter 'f' word almost slipped out of my tongue. i'm furious and left in awe by the 2-1 victory of the czech republic in their match against my beloved germany. alright, i'm no sore loser. the czechs have won every single one of their matches, so they sure deserve to win. but the dutch formed alliance with them to ensure a dutch entrance into the quarter-finals. some dirty tricks up their sleeves. my dislike for ruud van nistelrooy is evident. trust he used to be 'that good looking dutch manchester united player who headed the soccer ball in a beer advertisement'. now, he's 'that floppy haired dutch with stubble who just gets on my nerves'. this moron scored twice to bring netherlands to a 3-0 victory against latvia and vying for the 'top scorer' position. wayne rooney, get that dutch out of your league. i smell something fishy going on between the scandinavians. thomas sorensen, heartthrob danish goalkeeper, seemed pre-occupied when he allowed a last minute swedish goal. maybe he's in some sort of plot to boot italy out. italy deserve to play in the quarter-finals. the soccer world is just so dark. you'll have to grope your way through and listen blindly to whatever you are told to do. these soccer players are just like puppets. their actions are determined by those who put these puppet gloves on. these people direct the show. the possibility of fair game seem so far-fetched. what a pity! i guess one can only witness true blue fighting spirit, fighting in the name of honour and to prove others of their skills, in school-based competitions. that's why people always relate children to innocence.
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at 11:35 am
Sunday, June 20, 2004
when coach raymond signed my sisters and i up for the intra-club tennis competition, i was in awe and shock. how can an amateur like me play in a competition? having only picked up tennis for over a month, i wasn't confident of even playing a friendly match. needless to say, a competition. but all was well. the tournament was held today. i played against another novelty. it was good fun, minus competiton stress.
a nil-all soccer match between germany and latvia was a huge disappointment. latvia is a nobody in the soccer world. and germany was the first runner-up in the world cup of 2002. although so, i enjoyed the match because arne friedrich made lots of cameo appearances. and miroslav klose played during the last quarter, after fredi bobic was unable to score that God-sent goal (he was immediately sent off the field). but poor friedrich was given a yellow card. he wasn't guilty of that foul, mr referee. he merely pushed the opponent lightly. this must be another manipulated match. nonetheless, i pray for a german victory when they play against czech republic. if not, they would not be able to advance to the quarter-finals. of course, who could have guessed that holland would have lost to czech republic after leading majority of the match with a score of 2-0. sickening van nistelrooy scored again. bleahz!
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at 10:14 pm
Friday, June 18, 2004
there seems to be, currently, omni-present rays of light shining all around me and into my seriously myopic pair of eyes. my less than mature (but by no means totally immature) mind is going through a rough patch. my ever changing, fickle-minded heart is not helping much either. these rays of light seem to don upon me hope for the future. it's the menagerie of light sources which flabbergasts me. one gives me the impression of good wholesome fun under the sun. the other brings along opportunities of venturing out of my small little, confined adopted-world and into the main continent for more absorbance of new tradition and cultures. to choose the former means to spend a fortune to obtain a chance of living that lovely dream. to decide on the latter is to have a sudden trial flashed right in front of me, only to leave me astounded and worried about how to even surpass this mysterious obstacle. i can't unify any alone. i need help. i need elements of maturity and great analytical skills to tide me through this dilemma. but i can't find anyone to share this burden with.
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at 2:07 pm
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
1990s: girls chuckle at the thought of watching a football match. they scratch their head and wonder how boys can be so overwhelmed and thrilled by 22 guys running after a ball and trying means and ways to get it into the net guarded by yet another player.
2004: it's the euro 2004! boys, and girls alike, are glued to the black box, even if it means losing sleep and opening their eyes wide in the wee hours of the morning. over time, soccer has evolved from a boys-only sport to a very much manipulated (not to mention going hand-in-hand with the media) one with lots of mass appeal. boys watch it to check if they've won their bets, while girls drool over the hunks of the teams. i, for one, admit to the latter. i love those televised football matches for their hunks. may i present to you arne friedrich of the german team. he's so stunning, tall and cool. i don't give a damn if he (or rather, the whole german team) plays well. all i bother is whether he appears long enough on the screen. ich liebe dich, arne friedrich! (that rhymes! haha)
anyway, just when i thought the match between arch-rivals germany and holland will end with a score of 1-0 in favour of the germans, silly-o van nistelrooy managed to get that bloody ball pass superior oliver kahn at the 81st minute, making it an equalising goal. bleahz! and he raked up past history of nazi rule in holland by the germans. what a moron! it wasn't at all kahn and co's fault that adolf hitler invaded the dutch. if he needs someone to push the blame onto, go dig hitler's grave and kick the ball onto his face.
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at 9:15 pm
Friday, June 11, 2004
introducing heinz winckler of south africa (gosh, i never knew i could find an eye candy from the continent of africa) and benjamin mckenzie from the o.c (orange county). they are heaven. i'm lovin them.
genting is far from being the best place to spend your holidays. if you are yearning for some great cooling weather, i recommend you to try australia instead of our 'highland-neighbour-across-the-causeway'. let's just put it this way, i'm not trying to be sarcastic or anything, but i must condemn them on their less than courteous attitude. the resort just made the trip all the more plebeian.
i met up with liang yi, serene, nyuk khim and junie today. it's been great catching up.
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at 5:53 pm
Friday, June 04, 2004
something wicked this way comes...harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban is the best british export yet. for those poor souls who couldn't get their hands on the much-awaited, selling-like-hotcakes tickets, i sympathise with you. i got it and watched it. the 2nd one is still the best flick of the three installments. hppoa has got elements of chill, thrill, humour and hormonal rush all put together in the right place by this new mexican director. although my much loved prof lupin didn't exactly meet up to my imagination whilst reading the book, i still think this actor is rather likeable. the young cast is slowly maturing and turning out to be a bunch of good looking lads (not to mention curvy emma watson - aka miss know-it-all hermione - is sending male testosterone rising to unhealthy levels). my young sisters were gushing over tom felton (who plays draco malfoy - the blonde, bad kid). what else can i say? go catch the movie. it's definitely worthy of your time and money. i wouldn't mind watching it again. pear, wanna go?
to satisfy my sisters' lust
mischief managed
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at 2:24 pm
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
if i were to write my resume now, i would have to put 'part time student; full time couch potato' as my occupation. i've been glued to the black box. and that's saying something as i'm not a tv buff. but now that holidays have set in, i've nothing better to do (studying doesn't beat watching tv does it? better, get it?) other than relaxing my day away in front of the tv. and i'm addicted to a *gasped* taiwanese drama '100% senorita'. i shall not go into details about the synopsis and all. but it's nice, i tell you. of course, benjamin mckenzie who plays ryan atwood of the oc (oc for orange county) is an extremely hot hunk. i'm drooling over him. that pair of puppy eyes just makes me melt right away. now that i'm done with my 'the tube recommendations', i'm off for more tv. cheerioz!
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at 6:19 pm
