end of season

Image via Wikipediagrrrh... i was waiting and waiting and it never came.

i just realised that last week's episode of house was the season finale for season 4. DOH! no wonder it had such a weird twist to it. i should have guessed that it was too dramatic to be shoved in the middle of a season. now there's gonna be an agonizing 3 month's wait for september to come.

and coincidentally, grey's anatomy also ended with a 2 hour finale last week, which evolved into a somewhat semi-sweet ending, though i see more tragic outcomes ahead in season 5. and that's not due until september too i think.

right now there's gonna be another tv void to fill. i can't live without it! while digging around, i've picked out a few things that will hopefully keep me occupied. one of them is called mad men, which i've never heard of, but apparently it is so good that it won a golden globe for best tv series. but then again, looking at past year winners such as the x-files, i'm not exactly reassured. and i will also pick up family guy again. haven't been up to date with it. damn i miss it so much, but the busy schedule has made me too lazy to seek it out, and also partially because there's an evil monkey in my closet driving me nuts.


+listening to: chet's ramble by tommy emmanuel

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new outlook!

i'm dead stoned, but it was so infinitely fun that i'd do it over and over and over again. i haven't woken up at 6.30 in the morning for a while now, needed a huge kick in the ass just to haul myself out of bed, not to mention resisting the dying urge to pulverize my alarm clock.


it's the first full-day holiday session and it went great! other than a bit of a delay coz i insisted the boys have a longer warm-up, everything else went just according to plan. though a few inevitably dozed off during the video session. and the unforeseen shitty weather in the afternoon reduced us to playing touch in the heavy rain. to hell with the lightning alert.

what i thought was gonna be a difficult thing was actually quite effortless to be honest and i can really see myself enjoying this one. it just takes a bit more thinking to come up with more creative drills i guess that don't necessarily strangle everyone and still achieve the intended objective.

now i feel like a real coach. previously there was just too much frustration in me that i was screaming my head off half the time. today was just as intense but everyone seemed more energetic somehow. i guess it's because of the holidays, and everyone's fresh in the morning. school really does suck all the life out of you.


+listening to: when i first kissed you by extreme

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days go by

days go by so quickly recently. went to town to check out the great singapore sale that's apparently on, didn't see anything that i fancied.

and the strange thing is even though it's the school holidays, i don't really see any changes in the demographics at orchard. school age people are almost non-existent. well i didn't really have anything in mind anyways, other than looking at all the juicy t-shirts and telling myself no more buying of t-shirts.

had my first taste of the gangbang season at ntu in the evening too, well strictly speaking nothing happened, it was just some old school football game. but the thing is for some reason we raped those students. it used to be we'd win some and lose some but we didn't lose a single game this time. and given the fact that most of us haven't played jack in like months, it was pretty awesome. but personally i'm completely unfit now, and with no touch at all. god i feel awfully fat and slow.

and i also had an interesting chat with carol about college freshmen year. she was so awesome and calmed all my nerves. it was really great knowing someone who's been there and done that. i'd better go dig up some more dirt regarding which professors' classes are easier to score so i don't tank my GPA in the first semester.

and one interesting tip she mentioned was hilarious: she reminded me have a proper system of communication with my room-mate so i don't end up getting sexed out from my own room and having to spend the night outside. it just cracked me up, but then again it's like so ubiquitous in the US that people treat it like an everyday thing.

dang, i'm pumped up quite a bit.


+listening to: fly me to the moon by frank sinatra

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exploitation

sometimes i wonder if my goodwill and efforts are being exploited by other profiteering individuals. sometimes i have this gut feeling that i'm being used, but it's only a feeling.

it's like in this picture, as seen on a van in the car park downstairs:

"specializing in foreign labour:
meagre wages,
slave-ish working hours"

+listening to: going down by g3

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stelly, you're my idol

this post is dedicated to stelly-bombelly. she's the bomb when it comes to ASS-KICKING parties. so out of the blue we got invited to her place, again, for the... erm i can't remember how many times actually.

but tonight was the epitome of you-cannot-possibly-top-this. besides the seriously jaws to the floor catered food and bbq, the drinks... oh my, just thinking about the drinks is enough to make me wet myself. there was of course the free flow of punch, which everyone cordially helped themselves to.


and then, there was the evil watering hole, where the wicked gathered to quench their insatiable thirst. there was every type of liquor imaginable for your insane pleasures (okay maybe not every type but still enough to melt your face off), and of course being the polite guest that i was, how could i refuse such an offer.

life's good. really good. the beer flowed freely like water down a stream. jack changed his name to john daniel's because he was so sick of seeing me going back round after round for him. and at least for tonight, the world is triangular to me: there's me, jack/john and mr. beer (unfortunately i didn't get a chance to be acquainted with him because he always came already poured in a plastic cup).

thanks stelly, you're my idol.


+listening to: i'm too drunk to listen to anything

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money: the root of all evil? apparently not

i used to like my banks. they keep my money safe, provide facilities and ready access to my funds when i need it, diligently send me monthly reports of my splurging habits, and even reward me every year with a few dollars to say gee, thanks for letting us take care of your money.

that was until i had to actually deal with the evil wizards who're behind that behemoth realm, them blood sucking incubuses. you see firstly there's the principle that says absolute power corrupts absolutely. we all know too well that money is a necessary evil, and the immense power it wields. so, when you willingly surrender your money to another party, what you're doing is essentially handing over control of your life to someone else.

and when they have your money, your actions are all at the whim and fancy of those evil wizards. you have to fit your schedule according to their preposterous working hours. who the hell closes shop at 3pm in the afternoon? even the laziest of aussies stick to their silly closing time of 5 in the afternoon before heading down to the beach to stick some shrimps on the barbie, or the local pub for a pint and start a bar brawl.


and then they make you wait. and when finally your turn comes, they tell you to wait some more. and when you're all fed up and ready to make a scene or wet yourself, whichever comes first, they politely tell you that they're ready to serve you as if they've been expecting you all along. no offence to the tellers, but deep down inside, i honestly think that it would really make my day if i could punch their faces in.

and that isn't even any where near the end of your endless frustration. all i wanted was a proof of finances and i had the letter of authorization from my dad. i even brought along a sample that they issued me a few months ago. i'd thought it was a case of brainless labor for the absurd fee they're charging me. if it had been anything else i would have screamed bloody extortion.

for all the trouble i went through, and beyond all possible logic, the teller told me they couldn't do it because... the date on the letter of authorization was not recent enough and i would need to get another one with a more recent date couriered to me from my dad. my hypothalamus almost shat itself because it didn't know what emotions to process. should i cry, laugh or appear enraged? it's like that time when your school discipline master caught you and your friends secretly laughing at his good looks and gave you corrective service for a shirt tail that stuck out at the back. there's not a feeling that could describe it but a tad retarded actually.

so, to my favourite bank: here's my favourite finger as a token of appreciation



+listening to: ain't life grand by slash's snakepit

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sweet relief from constipation?

Image via Wikipediaan ad on the rear of a bus caught my eye - there's a bottle, with the brand name printed across it (which i cannot recall), and then there was the tacky tagline: sweet relief from constipation.

if i wasn't half asleep, i would have laughed out loud. and then everyone around me would undoubtedly shoot me that dirty look as if i'm some nutjob. how ironic, that i believe those people around me on the bus ought to be the target audience for that ludicrous advertisement.

i'm not being biased here, but the truth is people who choose to take the bus during morning rush hours do look a little erm... congested, and it goes without saying that for those who are without a seat, it's perhaps a case of chronic constipation.

so i can't help but ask: sweet relief from what? the constipation or the agony associated with the act of passing motion? both are equally revolting in my opinion.

ah what the hell, i'm going bonkers.


+listening to: forty mile town by eric johnson

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sunny wednesday

finally a sunny wednesday, albeit a little bit too much at that.

so for the umpteenth time this past few month, i set off to the canadian high commission. this time round though i didn't head back to raffles place mrt afterwards, instead i headed to clarke quay.

i was pleasantly surprised that there was actually a pretty big mall at the mrt station called the central. i've always thought it was a commercial building with a few coffee places on the first floor. so i headed in to look for a place to fill my stomach before i headed to my much dreaded tuition session on wednesdays.

the inside of the place is actually pretty nice. there were these really cool looking stools for people to sit on and you can see the singapore river from the atrium!

and i finally decided on burger king because everything else was either unappealing or way too out of my league. there were tonnes of restaurants in that place though. but i guess on weekdays it isn't really THE place to hang out and the lunch crowd was virtually non-existent. there were a total of 3 people in burger king including me even though it was already 12 noon. i guess this has to be the least crowded burger king in the whole of singapore.

and then on my way to the mrt i was this really cool looking bulldog pup inside a shop. it looked so freaking real that it actually got me there for a moment.


and then i was looking at the pay phones in the mrt station and i just suddenly thought of the non-discriminatory urinals in a public toilet - the different height for people of all shapes and sizes. i dunno if they did it on purpose but it sure looks pretty comical.

i also happened to see a samoa rugby union polo, so erm i had to have it. my pocket is still hurting with that gaping hole. but at least i spent the money knowing that part of the proceeds will go towards developing the future of samoa rugby. the pacific isles are seriously burgeoning with talent but it's such a tragedy that rugby has to take a backseat over there because lots of people are still struggling for basic survival. seriously, if the isles teamed up and formed an "all-star" team, they would certainly make a lot of people sit up and take notice.

fiji alone ranks 9th in the world, just imagine what an incredible team it would make with players from the likes of tonga and samoa as well. when will the islanders realize that it's just not feasible for them to stand up against all the giants in international rugby individually. financially and socially it's just too much of a burden, and it would do everyone wonders if they just had one team under the name of the pacific isles. that could also see the introduction of perhaps another team from asia in future world cups. oh well, things are the way they are...


+listening to: american man by velvet revolver

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