Whispering

The old is gone, but a new has risen.

In my own world, I can be anyone.

Nan Jing Bu Xing Lu - Walking Street

 
This street is famous for its length, stretching for a few roads. They even have ferry train to ferry pple up n down.
The most eye catching are all the neon lights that fill up the night. I think it even looks better than our Orchard road. I was even approached by a pimp while walking. Orchard where got so good.
Yesterday me n my friend went to a chicken pub aka dirty pub. we were led by this pimp for like dunno how many streets til we arrived at this sleazy looking "ktv pub". We went inside to take a look and even went inside into a room. We dare not even sit down, fearing tt once we sit we cant leave. And when we looked into the next room , wow kaoz we saw lingeries and undies all thrown on the sofa but no one is in the room lah. It was a shocking sight for us. Then we left haha. Wat a anti-climax ending.
Anyway life here is quite different from Singapore lah esp in their buying ethics. In singapore we normally asked the price even when we dun want to buy but if u do that is their xiang yang market , u will be in deep shit. Once u asked the price it will be hard for u to leave. so the lesson learnt keep your mouth shut unless u see something tt u want. And to get a better price , u shld always leave the shop saying tt price is too high, the price will decreases wih the distance from the shop. It really works.
So long for now, more updates coming up.


 

Dot

Think I have out-grow this space.

Every time I spoke to her she would draw me to couch closer and closer to her face, until i was seized with an urge to just kiss her on her lips as she uttered words I could no longer pay attention to.

Victory fails to disguise shift in local power

By Tony Cascarino


PRIDE OF THE NORTH WEST? Still Liverpool as far as I am concerned. As they did against Chelsea, Manchester United have nicked a fortunate win against a superior team. Short-term elation for them, but for the long haul, Liverpool look a better bet to finish second come the end of the season. With their two matches in hand, they could rise above United sooner rather than later.

Rafael Benítez’s men will be pig sick at losing, especially in such a cruel way, but they should take comfort from the knowledge that they were better from back to front. Especially in the midfield, where Mohamed Sissoko, Steven Gerrard and Xabi Alonso ran the show. Committed, tough-tackling with a mean streak, they break up the play and ease the pressure on the defence. United’s midfield is nowhere near as effective.

It also struck me how tall Liverpool’s players are. That can only make the team more intimidating. Their only serious shortcoming is in attack, where Djibril Cissé simply does not cut it. It would help to have a nippy, tricky, clever foil for Peter Crouch.

This United team bear no comparison with the great sides from past years. They are resilient and hard-working, but those are givens for any half-decent side. Ruud van Nistelrooy had little impact and it is hard to see this group of players improving much because some of them, while young, are not good enough to become world-class. Liverpool, meanwhile, are still growing stronger.

Sir Alex Ferguson should feel pleased with his defence, though. They did a convincing impression of the Newcastle United back four against Manchester City a week earlier, but yesterday they looked a tight and organised unit. Patrice Evra is neat and tidy and did better than against City, but his lack of height will expose him against teams with natural wingers who send over a lot of cross-field balls.

Rio Ferdinand’s goal was his third of the season — and the third of his United career. He should score more. He is tall and agile, but he is a rare scorer because of attitude rather than ability. He is not a Steve Bruce type, the sort of central defender who is willing to put his face in among the flying boots — maybe you get the winning goal, but maybe you end up with stitches or a broken nose. He could use a few lessons from John Terry on how to be a more aggressive header.

Even if Ferdinand developed into a ten-goals-a-season man, it would not be enough to mask United’s limitations. Yes, United won, but they used to go farther. They would win, and they would dominate. But no more.

Chest Thumping Fist Waving (Updated)

 
Nothing without competition.

A challenge has been issued. It's up to me grab it by the neck. (Rest assured I will, asshole.)

I Want Competition

Goodbye to recreation soccer for now. That may be a good thing, considering how things are going at the moment. There is no more drive in playing well at the moment.

So what is good? Competition is good. I want to fight for my place, I want to fight for a reason. I want to feel the sweat and adreline pumping in my body. I want to test my body to the limit. I have to know what I want. I am not afraid to admit I am very fustrated at the moment. Maybe that is even an understatement.

Speaking of competition, the PAP had fired the first salvo, claiming the Workers' Party had plant 'timebombs' in the society after they had revealed their manifesto. Ok, so it is a lousy proposal, according to the PAP. And a dangerous one too. Dangerous to the point that our society may collapse if they are implemented.

After reading through the Workers' Party manifesto, I have to admit some of them are 'ridiculous'. But nevertheless, the gahmen had set the ball rolling. It will be interesting to see what happens next.

As I said, I want competition. And no stupid tricks.