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| Friday, June 23, 2006 |
| Footie rambles V |
So the World Cup is here. wootz. And so far, Argentina have played with a harmony and symphony that resembles a world-class ochestra, England have dissapointed, Germany have shocked with their brand new style of adventurous football, and Brazil have, rather flatly, played some effective stuff but nowhere near the class we have come to expect of them.
Focusing on individual players that we all expected to light up the world's biggest stage, and, as expected, they have so far failed to deliver. England's much-praised midfield quartet, hailed as the best in the world for a good century, has failed to click and produce the kind of football that they do on a weekly basis for their clubs. Captain Beckham has constantly been overshadowed by other players, and the only one remotely close to impressing is the much-improved Joe Cole.
The Brazilian front four, also hailed as the most impressive strikeforce of recent times, has been overshadowed by discussions of Ronaldo's weight and desire. Though if you ask me, if he plays everyday like he did against Japan today, who cares if he's fat? Many also said that Ronaldinho was set to make this his World Cup. As following the trend of big names unimpressing, he hasn't really stamped his mark. Yet. We can only hope for more.
Spain, Portugal and Holland, the perennial underachievers of world football, have impressed. Glory may yet beckon.
Did anyone catch the Mexican referee in one of the earlier games? I forget his name. Anyway, his hair was slicked back with so much oil that it coulda fueled a third-world country for a good week.
It's been pretty fun watching the World Cup here, at every match the pub is filled with supporters of the country that's playing. The Italy match was puncutated with some pretty amusing sounding italian curses, and they actually do do the Russell Peters "you want to eat?" hand gesture thing. The Brazilian supporters have been awesome. They bring drums and stuff to the pub... and samba during halftime. Cool stuff eh. By far the most vociferous supporters.
Having got all that off my chest, here are some photos of life in Halifax. It's all from one of my batchmate's camera, so there aren't many photos with me in them. Ah well. I'm not in a very witty mood today anyway.
 This is us on a 2-hour boat cruise that was organized by our class to celebrate their end of year exams. The chinese dude is me. The chinese duddete is Caryn, from whom all my photos come. I can't for the life of me remember the names of the white ppl... but they're all our classmates come September. They bought me drinks. They're nice.
 This is Kelsie. She I CAN remember cause she very graciously cooked for us one weekend. Yeah white ppl can be quite friendly. She's also one of the last ppl you should ever mess with cause she's a 4-dan karate exponent. She'd whoop me up fer sure.
 Me, Prashant, Ernie, DR G, Kenlin, Caryn and Eugenia. That's us. The 6 m'sian jakuns in Halifax. That's Dr. Gita Sinha, a very nice person. She lectures anatomy, and also happens to be a pretty good cook. An Indian dinner she cooked for us. I ate till them jeans don't fit no more. Her name says "Dr. G Sinha" on the register. So we call her Dr G. Don't mess. She could be mistaken for a ghetto New Yorkian rapper with that sorta name. East coast, y'all.
  
Me cooking on one of our first few days. Notice the tumpang glamour malaccan in the background. That's Eugenia. She laughs at all our jokes but I have a suspicious feeling she doesn't really get them. Notice classic bimbo pose.
 The view from my room. Nice eh. Lotsa people sunbathe in that field, whenever they get the chance. In the background is a super market, hardware store, bank, wendy's and some other stuff. Convenience is the word.
Oh and today at a paediatrics session, we were examining a 24-hour-old baby. The moment I touched him to remove his bedclothes (doctor's orders), he promptly faced me and projectile-puked some whitish-yellow crap the 2 feet or so between his mouth and my shirt.
"waaa.... ullrrrup..." *splot* *gurgle*
Apparently he just had a feed, and mom didn't completely finish burping the little critter. Go figure. Of all the days to forget my lab coat.
What a boring post. Owell. Got more pics and stuff but will post that up another time. Sleep beckons zzz. |
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