BapTITSta off to Real. Who gives a flying f...?

So Baptista signs for Real Madrid. Surprise surprise. I'm not sore or anything that a quality striker isn't coming to Highbury, but what ticks me off are his lame excuses for not signing with us. Apparently he's afraid adapting to a new league may jeopardise his World Cup place.

Newsflash Jules, sitting on the bench at Real wont do you much good either!

So now our squad is running thin, with a crocked Gilberto being our most experienced midfielder. Aside from Henry, I don't see anyone else upfront capable of scoring 15 - 20 goals. Our defence, which was last year's achilles heel, may well prove to be our lynchpin this season!

So Arsene, we know that you know. But we also want to know what you know. Please please pleaseeee sign Owen. Why not try for Saviola? Dacourt would be a good stop-gap measure. An experienced midfielder would be nice.

Who should Arsene sign? Any thoughts anyone?

Who needs "that chick" from down south when I have the FPG?

I'm not much of a blogger. As you can tell from the frequency of posts (or lack thereof), I'm about as consistent as a post Man U-Massacred Jose Reyes.

But I am quite aware of the happenings in the local blogosphere (did I get that right?) courtesy of my very active blogger girlfriend, who at this moment shall remain unnamed (Although if you put two and two together, the identity will be quite obvious).

I don't know Kenny Sia. Neither have I read his blog, or anybody else's religously for that matter. Now from what I understand, there's been some discontent surrounding his decision to publish those infamous photos with a certain "flirtatious floral fabric-wearing festive female from the Far East". He relented to the pressure I suppose... But for me, I always believe that a person's blog is more for "private consumption" rather than public. I suppose that ultimately one should blog about what he/she feels strongly about rather than to give what the public wants (although you might argue that certain quarters of the male public would feel strongly abt the jugs of a certain "flirtatious floral fabric-wearing festive femal from the Far East")

So, in support of freedom of speech on the Internet, I've decided to share with you guys (if there's anybody who actually read this post up to this point)my own x-rated escapade with a topless woman...

I call her the "FPG"... The French Party Girl!... Scroll below to see...



.... Wait for it.....











.... Its coming......











.... Keep your tongues in....




















There! Hope you enjoyed it!

Au revoir, Monsieur Vieira!

So it finally happened. Le Boss, after a heavy boozing session (see pic) has sold our capitan, our icon, the very symbol of Arsene Wenger's reign in the Arsenal hotseat... I sure hope the gaffer knows what he's doing...

I just hate the off-season in the Prem League. There's nothing to do on weekends (although my girlfriend may dispute this claim) and there's only SO MUCH of Akademi Fantasia a man can take. Ever since we won the title in '98 with a bunch of nobodies (back then they were all nobodies), we've been selling our top players year after year after year. What started with Superbrat Anelka's transfer saga, to the acrimonous departure of Overmars and Petit, this summer's Ashley Cole soap opera which has now climaxed into this - Our captain is sold for 14m pounds (can anyone tell me how to type the Pound Sterling symbol??)

Well, to justify his sale, he is 29. Last season was probably his worst. As good as he is, he's not a great leader in the Tony Adams mould. He did gift the ball to Giggs to score one of the greatest goals in FA Cup history.

Cliched as it may sound, Arsene knows... But what we also know is that Arsene is a cheap b*stard!! I personally feel that Wenger made a HUGE mistake by selling first. Now everyone knows that we desperately need a central midfielder and crazy Graeme at Newcastle claims that Jenas is worth more than 12m pounds. Should someone tell Souey to bugger off?

Second guessing Wenger has become more interesting, indeed... I sure hope the gaffer knows what he's doing...

Karaoke Canteen

Greetings one and all (at the rate I'm going, you're probably the ONLY one
reading this)...

Over the course of last week, I had the (dis)pleasure of watching my
colleagues in full-blown karaoke action. Karaoke (or "Carry-oh-key" to you
Yanks) is derived from the words "kara" or empty and "oke" or orchestra
(See? Taking up "Asian Culture and Music" as an elective was useful).
Contrary to what you're thinking, I think that karaoke is great... in the
right hands that is... But in any case, the karaoke session was fun,
considering that I witnessed my boss murder each and every English song that
was played. I'm wondering if there is a distinct possibility that we will be
free of listening to "Unchained Melody" in a karaoke session... Especially
when there is someone above the age of 40 in the party...

Speaking of ageing, I also had the pleasure (no dis) of visiting my alma
matter over the weekend for their Hari Kantin. Boy, do I feel old... Kids
today they're... they're... So anyway...

It was good to see old teachers who remember the first part of my name... or
first alphabet of my name (nice to know you've left your mark)... Its good
to see that a lot of things have remained the same despite the numerous
changes. The mirror, or more affectionately known as "The Mirror" in front
of the Boys' Loo was still around. This is where many a time was spent
correcting the perfect hairdo before going to the canteen (now its
"cafeteria" btw)



Impression was everything in school....

There's also "The Stairs" where us boys will hang out in the morning before
the bell rings and check out unsuspecting Form 3 or Form 4 girls. Those were
the days mah friend...



Does any of this sound familiar to you boys out there?

1. A gazillion different cutting and styles for your school trousers
2. Hunting around town for the whitest pair of Nikes or Adidas to pass it
off as school shoes
3. Keeping your hair borderline-ly over your eyebrows
4. Keeping your hairline at the back barely touching your shirt collar
5. Keeping one super-long strand of hair or tail that you hide when you come
it up
6. Pulling a girl's scrunchie (or is it scrungy?)
7. Sat behind in class
8. Sat behind in class for Form 4 and Form 5
9. Lepak toilet
10. Skip class... and lepak toilet...

Any of these ring a bell? Feel free to add on to the list above (if you
actually read on till the end of this blog entry)...

Today's topic : Reliance (ree-lie-yance, noun)

No, I'm not talking about the travel agency (does it even exist anymore?)...

Ever heard these phrases? :-
1. "Yeah I can help you out, I'm a team player!"
2. "You can count on me!"
3. "No worries, I'll get it done!"

But eventually they translate to: -
1. It's not my problem
2. It's not my problem
3. It's not my problem

What the hell's a team player anyway? If you're part of a team, aren't you
by default just like any other member of the team, hence, a "team player"?
Does announcing "team player" as your strength automatically qualifies that
you are a competent, reliable component in a team? If Robbie Savage and
Patrick Vieira were to list "team player" as their strengths in their
resume, would that mean they are of the same standing?

And who invented the phrase "counting on"? Do we step on the person who is
to be counted upon and start reciting the numbers (I wish I can do
this)....?

Just a couple of thoughts.... Well I gotta go... Someone is "counting on" me
to finish up a report (My boss is really heavy)....

DISCLAIMER

The following nonsensical, satirical, occasionally witty (very rarely) views and/or rants, ramblings, opinions and/or periodic outburst are to be read at the readers' (if there are any) own risk.

Common side effects are time wastage, bore-me-to-deathilitis and the realisation that you have probably wasted approximately 5 to 10 minutes of your life reading something about nothing.

Otherwise, welcome to Gorbelog!

So what is Gorbelog all about? Basically, as it says above, it's something about nothing. Unless you consider my opinions about nothing in high regard, then it may actually mean something.

Gorbelog (gore1 block2, adj), originates from the Indonesian word "gorblog" which means "stupid" or "imbecile". This blog was supposed to be named "Gorblog" but due to unforeseen circumstances, and resistance to registering and running a blog, it has since been christened "Gorbelog" (see what I mean by something about nothing? You still want to read on?). This pretty much sums up my feelings on certain issues, be it sports, business, politics or life in general. The point is, there is not point to this!... Did I mention I love contradictions?

So lets do the basics. I do have a passion for football (or "saccccccer" to you Yanks). Most of what I say on this blog will reflect my inclination towards the most consistent bridesmaid in the English Premier League, Arsenal F.C... Otherwise known as the GREATEST CLUB ON EARTH!!!... Ok maybe not the greatest... maybe the goodest.. in Europe... Ok ok England... Greatest in London at least... Chelsea? FINE!... North London then...

I am fat. I am overweight. I'm sad. But I'm sad that I'm happy with myself (another contradiction!). Fatness is not an issue because life is great... Ok good... And it doesn't matter if a person is obese or undernourished, in the pink of health or not, when you're surrounded by good... great people who love you... It doesn't matter!

Ok... That's all for now. Until next time.... If you think its worthwhile...