Saturday, January 29, 2005
Last night, Jane instigated me to go down to zouk for the hip-hop party. I was supposed to do my fyp stuff, but then I succumbed to temptation and went down for the 2nd time in the week. So much for trying to save $$ after buying my new phone. Fortunately, it wasn't too bad..at least the music was good, though somewhere thru the middle it got a bit boring. Anyway, that was that..and I slept only at 6am. Worse of all, I had to wake up at 930 for soccer finals. Today is the first time we got into the finals for soccer (I think). We were never ever good in soccer before until last year when ryan took over as manager and leslie and gang came along. Also, if we won soccer or polo today, we would be Overall Champs too, doing the double for the 2nd yr running (shen rite..). As usual, here's how the match went....
The first half started off well, we scored a goal from a corner. The score at half-time: 1-0. That's all i know about the 1st half cos we were busy enjoying our breakfast at canteen 2.
The second half proved to be exciting, especially since we were up 1-0. Each time hall 9 attacked, we all held our breaths. Each time hall 9 took a shot, our heart skipped a beat. Hall 9 was supposed to be the strongest hall in soccer. Their starting lineup included a bevy of IVP players and even an S-league player (Big black bald guy). However, we matched their attack with our defence and restricted their chances at goal. Big black bald guy didn't even threaten much. Good performances were put in by captain marvel leslie, speed demon amos, goal scorer farmi, captain marvel's roomie munho and goalie farhan. Lightning quick teddy bear ryan had quite a quiet game due to his ankle injury. However, he stuck on despite the pain, which is highly commendable (although it can be argued that he might want to aggravate his injury so he can have more romantic dates to the sinseh).
Sometime in the match, flin was tripped and chubby youyi stood up and showed his disapproval with a plethora of @#$$#%%^. A hall 9 guy, prob buay lun chubby's verbal abuse for the entire match, also stood up and launched his share of @#$%!#$%
Here's an excerpt of what happened....
Chubby: dfgerti;nkl
Furious Hall 9 Guy: sdgreyer
Chubby: ertydfgf
Furious Hall 9 Guy: dfhfgfjh
*exchange stares from afar*
Chubby not satisfied with his display of public speaking skills....
Chubby: erytrhgfh
Furious Hall 9 Guy: gerghyjty
.........
Anyway, shan't elaborate further on this chubby spat. So, we managed to hold on and won eventually. While the rest of the hall was thanking God for this historic win, Trini was thanking God that the match din go into extra time..So..this win confirmed our status as overall champs and victory was doubly sweet for the soccer guys...
For ryan, victory was tripply sweet as xiaobin was spotted watching the match too. Although his ankle was injured, and he limped on the field, he sprinted over to sit with her after the game, probably asking her when they can go on another sinseh date again...Also, ryan's ambiguously intimate duo were also present to support him..(check out his blog for pics of the ambiguously intimate duo.)..seems like a great day for ryan indeed..
Next up, lunch at canteen 2 again as we waited for the polo finals to start. On trini's instigation, I decided to prove my courage and valour by using my straw to shoot ice at the the ice queen herself, jac! Bad move. Jac the ice queen grabbed a chunk of ice from her cup and rained them on me.
On the way to the pool, we saw a streaker running on the road in nothing but a pair of purple trunks. Not to mention the hole at the ass area. Jane was convinced that the hole was not big enough for him to shit through. Good observation Jane. Jane was also stopped at the entrance cos she had a hotdog with her, so she had to leave the hotdog at the bag shelf.
Polo match. Lost. But derrick O. showed his prowess and flair with a spectacular performance which delighted the crowd. Pio on the other hand showed his wonderful goalkeeping skills, distracting the opponent by making funny faces at them.
After the match, as we left the pool, jane went to collect her hotdog..only to realise that it was missing. Stunned, she created a commotion and everyone was sympathising with her for the loss of her hotdog. 7 colours Qiyan also condemned the cheapskate who stole the hotdog.
As the loss finally sank in, the crowd started to move out of the pool...when jane noticed an all too familiar red plastic bag lying by the roadside. She gasped, "that's my hotdog!"
Hongying picked it up and said, "hey, its still heavy!"
Jane opened it and found the hotdog intact! GASP! She went delirious...she started developing theories on how the hotdog got there. She suggested that the wind could have blown it all the way from the pool, which Poh Huat loudly shot down, calling it "crazy!". Jane then concluded that the hotdog walked..which was quite a good theory...
little did she realise that the hotdog was put there by the tricky master mingmong....
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tired out already...not enough sleep...work on my mind...not much inspiration to write today..
