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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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Double You Ee Ten
Sunday, 4 April 2010 | 5:57 pm


Never mind the fact that I still do not know what an offside, offensive and defensive is really all about, or how to really control the strength of a kick to score (God knows how many opportunities I had of that one in one match), or what is considered a foul and an assault, or how to dribble the fucking ball and move with it in the direction I intend on going without the other team stealing it from me - I enjoyed playing Winning Eleven 2010.

I had a good laugh. So good that I had to pause and let it all out because the way I was playing it was outright ridiculous. I tackled pretty much everyone else on the field, making the referee pulled a yellow card on Torres, Benayoun, Carragher and Gerrard...and a red card for Kuyt. Wow, was I terrible. My brother couldn't take it; he laughed throughout every match. I couldn't even aim properly; the ball kept going over the net and disappeared amongst the spectators.

(Insert angry face here).