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Tuesday, March 14, 2006
"OH FUCK!" I spluttered in a moment of mild frustration. "OOI! Zhiru, why did you say fuck?!" The coach yelled. I sheepishly jogged back towards the area where he was standing. "You know you can get yellow card for spouting vulgarities or not?" "Errr...now I know." 'Then ah, if the referee gives you yellow card and you say 'What the fuck!' -hahaha- you get red card!" "Errr..." I watched him running away towards the left flank. Then suddenly, he shouted across to me,"But then hor, if you want to shout 'fuck' next time hor, make sure the referee doesn't hear you la!" Posted by |z|r| at
Saturday, March 11, 2006
It is such a beautiful game. The miracles, the wonders you can do with a mere soccer ball are awe-inspiring, man. They never fail to rekindle a determination in me to master that ball. And a fierce passion takes root and gradually becomes more deeply anchored... so I shall continue kicking balls hard. =D Would you believe if I say I really enjoy my life now? Though the common tests are less than a week away, and mugging starts to take precedence over anything else...but I still can't forget soccer! Everyday, I need to feel the ball and mess around it at least for a while. It really has become my new love for good. Posted by |z|r| at |
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