swettenham road no.5 - a minister's home, probably our deputy pm's home. with a guard at the door gate, the not-so-big (compared with its neighbors), european classic-style(archaic) house looked very unlively. no form of life except the guard was perceived from its outside. perhaps, the former home minister was not at home - just like what he used to be when he was home minister - a conflunce of factors made him feel like not at home in the home team.
the whole estate was very opulently decorated by big bungalows and the big trees and cute cultured plants lined along the roads, and peacefully secluded by the terrain that helmed out all the traffic noises from holland road, farrer road, magaret drive.
at the end of peirce hill, there was a football field. two teams were playing a game.
the purple team is ahead of the yellow by 4 goals. the purple team played well with all the 11 men kicked the ball like they were kicking their opponents balls. whereas the yellow team liked after eating duck feet, strolling in the field. the coach of the yellow team was angry. shouted, "you people no eat rice ah, why like old men? if you don;t run faster, and catch up, i will disband the whole team. like what singapore was doing to its football team."
the yellow team players don't fvck-care.....
after the game the coach said, "ok..... you can balik kampung and play football under your bed..... you don't look like football players, rather look like ahqua.... i'm ashamed to be your coach."
"but coach, give chance lah. today we punctured because last nite we celebrated your birthday until 3am...."
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