门徒其实是一部恐怖片。。。

看了门徒，你怕吗？

我怕。虽然不知道最怕什么，可是还是怕。回到家，阿芬垂死的那个scene还时不时在脑海里一直replay。还有阿nick发现阿芬尸体的那一幕。。。虽然阿芬的death scene印象很深刻，但那也不过是shock tactics罢了。好好想一下，戏里还隐藏着更可怕的题材。

阿nick跟昆哥在警局的那段对话可否让你体会到“知人知面不知心”这句话。整整七年，昆哥被一个跟了自己七年的人出卖，真的是好一个门徒。海关殴打阿nick的时候，海关头头为了升职的不择手段是否让你感受到人心的险恶，人类的自私自利？所谓的“道义放两旁，利字摆中间”也大概是这样吧。

阿芬为什么会死，阿nick最后为什么会要打针？你感觉得到他们要表达人生的无助于无奈吗?那种孤单，最后只剩下自己一个人的空虚与寂寞，可怕吗？

Another Special Day

Don’t worry, this post has got nothing to do with the “Special day trilogy”. This is a separate post so yah, no shit. Maybe got a bit, but that’s limited to me only. You see, this was supposed to be up on the 11th, Sunday, but after I caught the flu (and all its relatives) and played my demoralizing moral boosting match on Saturday, I totally wasted my Sunday, away feeling full of shit. Completed the post on 13th, Tuesday, but somehow my ISP don't like blogger and i can't post it. Singnet sucks, big time.

Just in case none of you realize, our blog is one year old liao. Special right? Think I’ll buy a cake and eat it sometime this week. Anyway, since it’s so close to V-day, might as well lump the 2 topics together into 1 post, even though I don’t think V-day is really that special. I risk the wrath of all female species (and some males) saying this, but V-day doesn’t deserve all the hype it receives.

Is it really that special? Not really. See, if you have a special someone in your life, everyday that you are together is a special day. Does V-day make it any more special? No it doesn’t. If you are single, is V-day meaningful to you? Is it a special day to you? Maybe it is special, specially lonely and devastating to see all the couples parading hand in hand.

So is V-day a “special day”? I think it’s about as special as Jose Morinho is the “special one”. Wait… Does he have anything to do with V-day? No…not really, some things really don’t mix. Just like people should never ever mix love and religion together. See, one is between 2 people with special feelings for one another and the other is between the individual and God/Deities, or whoever you choose to worship. One is a transitory sense of bittersweet happiness; the other is eternal salvation. They don’t mix, don’t ever try to mix them together. Period.

Hmm, I actually managed to mix these 2 words together in a single para… not bad, but mama always said I was a good mixer. That’s one of the reasons why I major in chemistry. You know, mix-mix, shake-shake… BOOM! Of course, of all the things I said here, I stand corrected, but if you wanna correct me, you better stone me with some cold, hard truth. Correct until proven otherwise.

Reply to " A reply to "A Special Day""

First of all, i have to remind all ppl reading this post to start from "A Special Day". This is to ensure that all parties invovled get the whole idea what the shit is going on here. With that, i will carry on with whatever shit that has been left behind. I aim to leave no shit behind after this post. So....be warned.... YOU MIGHT FEEL SHITTY AFTER READING THIS POST!!! MAKE SURE YOU HAVE ENOUGH STOCK OF TOILET ROLLS IN YOUR HOUSE BEFORE YOU CONTINUE. ALSO MAKE SURE THAT TOILETS IN YOUR HOUSE ARE UNOCCUPIED FOR THE NEXT X MINS, WHERE X IS A RANDOM VARIABLE FROM (0,INF).

Well. I shall start the shit rolling. You are definitely not the tallest. Cos i can see your balding head clearly. Next, 75 kg @ 1.73m is definitely not petite. Anyone with GENERAL KNOWLEDGE can calculate that your BMI is around 25 which is considered high for your age. So, please get your facts right b4 posting. You are insulting our intelligence.

Regarding your vision and technical skills, i strongly believe that you are certainly not legendary yet.

Scenario 1:
Ter dribbles down the right flank... Yes, he gets past his opponent...He tries a deep cross. WTF...the ball ended in the deep bushes instead of finding his man...Ter raises his arm and wave to his man and say "pai sei, ti tai da li le"

Scenario 2:
The ball looks certain to go out for a throw-in. Ter came from dunno where and manged to keep the ball in play. Great effort. But his inertia carried him forward and the ball was taken away easily by opponents. His opponents did not even need to run. WTF!!!

Well, these 2 scenarios sums up that you are @ most a useful member to the team. However, i will still give efforts to your off the ball play. Don't get the wrong idea, off the ball here does not mean getting into positions or timing your runs. It merely means going to mamak store to buy drinks, picking up loose balls, and sometimes trying to be a weatherman etc...

Moving on, your burn out may be due to playing too much chinese chess. I bet my life that no one will be bothered to record the number of goals he scored, except for some bugger who have nothing better to do. You do not get goal bonus for scoring, so WTF u count for. Waste time only.
You might have scored more than Path, cos you are playing the offensive role. Seriously speaking, you tend to be slow when tracking back. So, its time u wake up your f***ing idea.

Lastly, having a gf is by no means =suave. That is the fatal flaw in your character. You refuse to face up to the reality. I fully understand that reality is creul (especially to you). You tried to be candid and brushed off our truthful comments. This is saddening. Next, indeed you scored well for your A levels, but life is not about A levels. Learning about being street smart and getting your facts right before starting a debate is also necessary.

In conclusion, i did not take much time to write this blog. Cos the arguments brought forward by you are completely groundless. Anyone with a pea-sized brain can counter your arguments in Y mins, where Y tends to zero. Well, folks, thats all. Enough of the shit, i am going to the toilet now.

P.S: Do save this post as a text, so u can take out and read when u have constipation.

A reply to "A Special Day"

Though I wanted to tag instead of post, but I feel that whatever I’m going to type is too long to be a tag, and it warrants a post.

Firstly, for the record, I'm 173cm, the tallest among the shorty bunch of "BEST" friends i have. Though, I'm only a petite 75kg, which makes me the strongest, difficult to knock off when with the ball in the court; again, among all my "BEST" weakling friends. Though i may not be able to jump the highest and my heading is not that good, but in terms of vision, technical skills, and whatever etc, I'm a legend. Being the 2nd top scorer amongst us can attest to that fact. Unlike someone, who week in week out (Saturday mornings) plays soccer against morale boasters, his shooting ability leaves a lot to be desired, despite the fact that he is the top scorer, which now i wonder whether is that title self-acclaimed.
During my JC, i wasn't at my peak. It can be considered the birth of a child prodigy who suffered a burn out in recent months due to over-exhaustion during his early years. In the noble process of building up my body mass to compensate for the team's lack of body strength, i may have lost some fitness, but I still contribute to the team greatly with my shooting, vision and technical skills. Bulky as Ronaldo may be, he was and still is a phenomenal. If you cannot score 20 goals a season, but still score 10 goals a season, it is definitely better than someone who scores 1 to 2 goals a season; AND on top of that, commits silly mistakes by dribbling in front of his own goal mouth.

As for my good points, let’s be reminded of the fact that I’m suave, smart, knowledgeable, manly, etc. How can I prove that? For one, I have a girlfriend ==> Suave. I scored 3As (4 if included Chinese) in the A levels ==> Smart. General knowledge with regards to almost any fields (I’m a private tutor) ==> Knowledgeable. Manly? ==> Enough said.

Ok… I took up enough of my lesson time to reply the post. I'd better stop it before some "LOSERS" might commit suicide after realizing how inferior they are. Back to listening in class…

A Special Day

Yay! A few more hours later, we will welcome another member of this board to The Wrong Side of Early 20s. Cool right? Anyway, I think it’s customary to give a short speech at occasions like this (occasions like just before people get buried or when family members host a toast to someone’s memories or something).

All of us have known him for more than ten years, don’t ask for exact dates, my memory is as good as my maths. We all know who this guy is, he’s been a big figure in our lives all these years. After all, it’s kind of hard to miss someone who’s 170cm and 90kg. He believes that he is funny, knowledgeable, handsome and in every sense, indispensable. We believe that he’s wrong.

People in his secondary school call him “Ah Kow”. I think it’s not wrong to call him no. 9, I believe he should be no. 1. His shirt should reflect that and he should stay where he belongs every Sunday morning. For someone who peaked at his JC years and struggle with fitness all year long, he says that he has not reach his physical prime, which is assumed to be when he is 28. Well, we are all entitled to be delusional at times.

He’s not that worthless really; he’s got his good points, it’s just that it’s hard for us to name any. Every single one of us had wondered, at one time or another, what his girlfriend sees in him. Well, female minds are one of the greatest mysteries of the world.

But his life is not all doom and gloom. After all, god ain’t so bad as to wreck a man’s life and not balance it with something good. That’s what friends like us are for right? Even though you may be a 100kg worth of hairy fat and flab, even though you can’t run can’t shoot can’t pass can’t trap the ball, even though we always 鸟 you, we still love you man. Even if you are lousy piece of flab, you are OUR lousy piece of flab. Happy Birthday.