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Thursday, May 31, 2007

Statistical Soccer

Now that the soccer season is over, it's funny what some people do when they have too much time - they simulate every damn match on the computer to find out whose the best player of course! (And if you were wondering, C. Ronaldo would still be crowned the best player. woot.)

The nation’s top ten players - no arguments

Think about it, if only they could simulate every player's skills into statistics decided by a board of some kind and viola! There wouldn't be 'live' EPL any more - there would be 'virtual' EPL! Imagine all the uncles in the kopitiam tuning in to the CGIs of Man Utd duking it out with some-other-club every weekend, while the players themselves can just sit back and have their well-deserved sunday breaks watching themselves play on a plasma TV somewhere in England.

Of course, if all this were to be true, nobody would watch the EPL anymore, and that includes the ah peks even (no ten, not you. lol.) For all the beautiful graphical technological prowess we possess at the moment to render the players, nobody would give a damn if everything was so darn predictable, which brings me to the main reason why anybody watches 'live' soccer - the sheer unpredictability of each match.

Well, nobody expected Tevez to strut his stuff at West Ham; Cech playing the rest of the season with his head wrapped up like a rugby player; Roy Keane's Sunderland promoting to the EPL after such a disastrous start; Liverpool playing attack-minded football (and winning. lol.); Man City's infallible ability to not score any goals at home; Sheva being a total flop, etc.. - ok maybe some saw the last one coming, but the list goes on and you get the idea.

And so what does it come to at the end of all this? With all the summer buying and speculations going rife only after less than a month of the season's end, i'm sure any soccer fan would be having a mind-boggling experience just imagining what the next season may bring, like for example Man Utd winning the treble. Yeah, that would be good..

Suddenly, the wait for the next dose of soccer frenzy seems so darn far away - and i'm sure you agree.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

For our fallen son

It was a tragic way to die.. sorry but i had my reasons for not being there at ur wake to pay my last respects.

You went there with high hopes.. with intermittent cries of "ROC loh!" heard from your coy line from time to time.. who would have thought? an ATEC gone wrong..

When your name was flashed, it appeared darn familiar but still we were unsure. Alas, it was you indeed.

I may not have known Isz on a personal level..but seeing his familiar face in the papers certainly resonated with our hearts somehow.. what's more, you? Our friend?

The times we ate at the canteen & cookhouse.. enjoyed our banter.. buy drinks... relax together.. work in your armoury... Everything suddenly seems so distant, so far.

The last day we saw you, you were still in high spirits.

No one knew that 'See You' at the gate would be the last words we exchanged.

Jason, you'll be missed.

For 6SIR and SAF, we're all proud of you.
I guess Michael Buble's rendition of Home somehow describes how we felt at your demise.

Only that, we truly hope you've found a place to call Home whereever you are.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

I'm not okay.

No good.

Instructors no good life.

Instructors no experience. Recruits no cooperate. Superiors no brain.

No no no.. your army is no good. No good at all.

La-ah-ah, la la lalala la
Ah-ah-ah, la la lalala la

I broke some rules yesterday. Gave some of em who were freaking late a change parade. Told them they could call the hotline for all i care while a 2lt was looking on nearby. I could always play by the book and make it 10 times worse.

Anyway I'm wearing green for 5.5/7 of my time now. So sorry man, aint got anything decent to post here... Unless you consider my current intake stuff decent. lol.
If that's the case, maybe i'll dedicate my next post to the chao kengs in my battery, esp if i could get their pictures online. Wait till you see their faces. Priceless, or shd i say worthless, stuff i'd tell you. What depression, hairline fracture (suspected only). Ahaha. Bloody mofos.

This mood swing prolly gonna last till tmr, for which i'm the duty instructor. So they better say their prayers. For shit flows downward...

I know I know you don't want welfare
I know I know you want a confinement
I know I know you want a tornado
I know I know you want a late bookout

Wednesday, May 02, 2007


As another season of football draws to an exciting close, i thought this might actually be quite an interesting read, especially in a country which watches Manchester United every week but don't give two hoots about Tampines Rovers. You get the idea.

England's Goal Rush by TIME

Its basically about how the revamp of the EPL has elevated itself - from one infamous for its football hooligans to the most lucrative league in Europe. Pretty neat stuff.

And since i'm on the topic of soccer, congrats to Liverpool making it to the finals. Although i don't think the process would be identical when Man Utd takes on AC Milan tonight. I guess it would be an exciting match full of attacking, flowing football. Yum.