eh..italian dudes actually eat this?

okay...the white boxes are actually the censorship from me...nevertheless it's darn funny to see the actual thing, what a gift man, what a gift...

i just cant stop laughing, when i saw the cover with caricature of a male...erm, organ? hahahaha

anthony, u basically threw that box of pasta to me when i appeared from the shower room in AJ, and for once, i'd thot what's so special about it till u asked me to see what's written on it...and u were actually telling me seriously, u burnt a hole on ya wallet just to get this thing in france and flew it with you...yea dude, i appreciate it alot, with that extra sense of humour on food, alright, i feel the liberalism in europe; shit it, did u see? they even made the pasta in the shape..hahahaha, ok, i will cook these pasta one day, and u guys will be on the invitation list, i wonder how we will feel when we sit around the dinning table and look at each other...haha

and it's made in italy, the home of pasta; if chinese are this humourously creative, just imagine what noodle will look like...

played b-ball with ant, dan, king, loong and loong's bro at AJ...i think all of us got injured one way or another; king u bang on my waist!! and it still hurts now!! my skin is red and i thk it's burnt to crisp...i have not been laughing this much for a long time, my lung's been put to the litmit; and anthony, could you be more mature next time, stop pulling down my shorts when u are defending me, gosh, i wonder how i believe u that u are actually doing bible study, haha...the western store in aj canteen still puts up our guys' picture with the pork-chop auntie, and we discovered this ultra-ugly figure, i think it's a wishing tree or something, right beside the 1st floor library, it's really ugly so we laughed at it before leaving the school.

loong said something unintentionally that touched me: it would be hard for each of us to ever find guys like each of us again..

no more aj-ice, the uncle in the store actually told dan that it has been two years or so, since the last time someone ordered aj-ice, suck it; i felt a little bit of disappointment, but i've done my part, so are the orientation leaders like dan, ant and king and others, we passed the legacy to our juniors at least, sadly they didnt keep it flowing...

like green day sings:" as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends"

eh..italian dudes actually eat this?

offensive play: backdoor

When facing tough man-to-man pressure, this backdoor quick hitter is a good play.
The #2 and #3 men break out quickly to the wings. When the pass goes from #1 to #5, #3 immediately cuts backdoor for a layup.

i just cant wait for saturday to come...

team reunion

our center anthony leong is finally back.

loong suggested team play against his bro's men this saturday, AJ, home court for us.

the team is back, after the center flew thousands of miles from england. welcome back to tropical, bro.

zone defence and offence are always the theme, run and gun is the option, the latter u feel the charisma of the game.

PF: dan..SF: king..C: ant..PG: loong..SG: gy

more alley-oop, baby, more! and i wish my shooting wont be screwed, so as for others.

ps: shaq's wearing his championship ring again, this time, as heat center; i still dont like Antoine Walker, and believe that? 55% of voters think NBA is rigged

i need a hug

give me a hug, even if u are my foe..

i cant recall the last time i felt the warmth from another person..none there is or i m living in oblivion?

perhaps i dont need, but that's not the voice within.

i m not a saint, and i will not fake one.

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

the legendary raw oyster; it doesnt look tastily, but believe me, it is fantastic when oyster roller-coast down ya throat and hit ya stomach...and somebody told me eating raw oyster makes u feel..erm, horny...so, now i feel horny? whateva, haha

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

i spent most of my time eating...they even have a chocolate fountain there...

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

dd's crazy over that raw oyster...

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

those standing behind us are the big shots...

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

will i become like zid some day?

farewell bachelor, farewell singlehood

the couple


she's a beauty, isnt she?

this is it...

beer and live matches, what more can i ask for?

sadly dad's been having flu lately, so i m the only one having my stomach filling up alcohol; anyway, that doesnt stop him from cursing when the player trying to kick the ball to outer-space; or cheering when a 20-yard-goal kept being replayed on the screen...

been resting for the past two days, read alot...i like to lay my lazy bones on sofa in the early afternoon, tea by my side, cushion up my head, book on my tummy and i read and read and read till my vision became blurry; doesnt sound healthy hur? i m fine with it...

somebody will be praticing piano when i was drowning myself in the book, it doesnt take an expert to tell the delighted tone somewhere out of window, it's also apparent that the person must be a novice since the same tone was going through over and over again...and then i have this picture in my mind: my daughter sitting beside piano gentlely pressing the keys, smooth tones then gentlely vibrates my eardrum, as i m making myself cozy in the sofa, reading my favourite books...

it's abit far-fetched i know, but no harm dreaming right?

 

 

 

 

 

8:15, i woke up, made tea for myself before brushing my teeth, had cheese cake for breakfast but didnt drink the soya bean milk mom made, it's just not my cup of tea...

i sat down at the dinning table, and contemplating; no disorientation please.

fear, i still havent figured out what composes of it, it resides in me, rooting deeper every time i m trying to unroot it; prayer keeps it down, serving like a narcotic, forget about it momentarily but its existence isnt erased..Lord wants me to confront it, so i did and i lose out; i know i m on the right track, but perhaps on the wrong train; it doesnt matter, serve me right, i made those choices, i'd rather naively believe the choices chose me...make me a good man at the end of the day, make me worth what i m taking, make me feel inferior no more, make me the kinda person Lord you want me to be..."devil's found a new place to play, like a maze right there inside your brain"

O' Lord, save me