BLOG RELOCATED
Mood:  celebratory
Due to the excessive traffic recorded and the fear of being labelled a technologically handicapped cave dweller, i've decided to relocate to another part of the cyberworld which offers more options to enhance my blog.

The permission to access my new blog is purely discretionary. For legal residents, u better catch me in a good mood to get the new url. For illegal squatters, i dont entertain for free.

ALL INTRUDERS, GET OUT!!
Mood:  silly
Havent updated for a long time. yet the counter is jumping. whoever u are, u better watch it. i'll start charging fees if this continues...
so anywayz.....

Tennis Masters Paris
I think i will be kind and not say anything else about the sore loser's loss...

Singapore Idol
One of my fav contestents got eliminated. I reckon the malay is going to win. Why? Bcos he has the whole malay community supporting him. Chinese wont spend money sms-ing for someone whom they dont know. But for malays, they are different (thats why they are malays). They are willing to live on fresh air n sunshine for months just to buy the latest tv model and pay by instalments. So i'm sure they are willing to forgo a few lunches to give their "ah-bang" some support. and afterall, they are fasting. so they probably have some cash to spare this month.
its so apparent that all malays onli support their race. read a review about the singapore idol contestents. the malay guy almost got full marks. and the rest of the contestants were trailing.. it didnt take me long to realise that the reporter was a songkok-wearing idiot. someone should write him to challenge him. but it definately wont be me. its beyond me to waste time talking to people with of low intellectual levels.

My dissertation
Finally handed in my first draft. Wasted my time printing 40 pages. The environment freak only wanted the soft copy. n told me not to waste paper next time. but on the whole, it was fine. he said my command of english is good. and its a pleasure to read my work. coming from a lawyer, thats a great compliment. maybe he found it amusing. cos he said that i made public housing sound like some squatter settlement. or maybe, he had low expectatations from someone who was MIA for a few months until he managed to ambush me with my strawberry milkshake. and probably, the rest under his charge have "powderful engrish". i dont know.
but anyway, i need to try to be objective now. i'll TRY.

Proj & Test Results
I realised that getting As can be frustrating too. Copied blatantly for valuation test. But somehow, i managed to get an A and the person i copied from got a C. i dont know why. maybe i copied smart? makes me seem as though i only copied all the correct answers and didnt tell that person that her answers were wrong. but dammit! how the hell would i know?or maybe the lecturer just likes me. hahaha..

Anywayz, chill-out-weekend for me... :)
oh yes, and i'm glad bush won. i'm against gay marriages. if that's made legal, before u know it, men will be marrying cows and pigs...

Drained....
Mood:  don't ask
Valuation Test: Blatantly cheated.
IP Presentation: Well done.
Dissertation: Not done.

IP presentation was good today. not trying to indulge in self praise but our proposal seemed the most feasible and sensible in the real world.

Grp 1: The Enclava (notice the essence of exclusivity). but i shall not further indulge in self-praise.
Grp 2: The Cairnhill Residences. Intended high-end development with only 18 units and lots of facilities. so how much is the monthly maintenance fees going to cost if only 18 units are paying for it? no brainers. and it looks so... malay-ish. 0 marks for originality. 0 for substance. FAIL.
Grp 3: The Water something. Condo with fengshui theme. If the whole development is going to have the same fengshui attributes, who's going to be the lucky one favoured upon? cant have the whole estate winning 4d eh... 0 for rationality. FAIL.
Grp 4: Katong Square (huh? how umglam). Redevelopment of Tg Katong Complex. Oh, pls. unless u are targeting malays, trust me, it will be a total flop. who wants to shop in an area swamped by malays? (if u do, an oxygen tank is strongly recommended.) and how are they going to attract shoppers? with a marketing slogan like - "wrap a cloth around ur stinking head to get 20% off all purchases?"... they seriously lack common sense. FAIL.
(and i'm not surprised by the lack of brains in this group. afterall, they love to breathe in carbon dioxide. hence the damaged brains.)

seriously, altho my group's presentation skills and powerpoint slides werent awesome, we are rationale. realistic. and innovative.
"ho-ho" said we were good. but i guess he liked the feng shui theme better. i just sense this generation gap. feng shui is for his generation. the new generation of demand will not give two hoots about water running all over the place for prosperity. we are educated. we are sane. we may buy a condo and add some feng shui elements to it. but i'll definately not opt for something which all my neighbours have...

but then again, ho-ho is really beyond me. his lectures are the worst 2 hours of my week. i swear he speaks in tongues... and he just goes on and on.... zzzzzzzz.

i dread tomorrow. it means i'm one day closer to my dissertation deadline. and it means 2 hours of pure torture for finance lecture.

will raid the library tmr.. wish me luck. i need it.

Where's Rog? (Again???)
Mood:  down
Federer Out of Basel Event with Thigh Injury

F**k! I'm devastated. i stayed up to "watch" the match. and at 1.45am, i find out that he's not playing. i saw another guy's name replacing his on the website. but i presumed it was a technical glitch.
apparently, it was a muscle tear. during his warm up. and he wont be playing in the next tournament too. darn! is this retribution for not playing in madrid?
it's like a bad dream. but the only difference is that i cant wake up from it and put it at the back of my mind. it's reality. and i dont like facing reality.
so much for trying to break records. sorry dude. try again next year.

after a sucky day at school today, i came home looking forward to this. and now... i feel like i've lost my direction in life... nothing to look forward to...
what else can go wrong? school used to be a pleasure for me. altho the work load is heavy, i still have some form of social interaction there. and it makes me want to go. but i cant say the same for now. everything is falling apart. and no, its not bcos of rog's injury. i'm not that crazy.
it's about friends n work. but i'll sort it out.. soon... after all the deadlines are over when the tension has dispersed and stress level are down.

in the mean time, i hope rog recovers for the last tournament. i want him to win it so badly. altho i think the chances that he'll win are slim. i dont know why. just this gut feeling.. but i cant take failure. everyone knows i hate losing... but some things are just beyond my control.

off to my much needed rest. hope tmr will be a better day. but i'm not getting my hopes up about it..

Originality (or the lack of it)
Mood:  irritated
I dont like the fact that people like to follow whatever i do. I despise copycats. I like being unique.
I dont like doing something or starting something and a while later, find out that my friends are doing the same thing...
I discover a game, and they are hooked to it and get a sense of satisfaction when they can beat my score.
I comment that a show is nice, and they start watching it religiously and get a sense of satisfaction when they know more than me about the plot.
I start out on a new project, and they follow suit and get a sense of satisfaction if theirs is working out better than mine. (which i can safely say it's not.)
I have a fav word that i keep using whenever i can, and now i keep hearing it being said to me.
What the hell is this?
It makes me wonder whether i should just keep my new interests to myself. I get this feeling that i'm being used as a benchmark. It seems to me that whatever i do is good and they have to do the same, if not better. And i dont like that.
I'm not being snobbish or mean. I just want to be different.
Please.. Get a life... Or one day, i'll sue u for stealing my intellectual property.

Maia back in service at geylang...
Mood:  hungry
SINGAPORE IDOL - MAIA LEE KNOCKED OUT.
she sells sex. she cant sing to save her life. why the big hoo-haa about her being eliminated?
just look at her. a typical work-in-geylang breed.

"I'm feeling alright, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed but I was definitely humiliated..."
what a freaking sore loser. humiliated? does she even know what that means? was going to ask her to check the dictionary but i reckon the probability of her having a kamasutra at home is a zillion times higher than having a dictionary.

and those teeny booperish fans...
Some fans had their own theory why Maia was eliminated. "Maia was rumoured to be dating Sylvester and it somehow angered Sylvester's fans and made them jealous, so maybe that's the reason why she lost today."
come on.. can u think of a better excuse? who are u trying to kid? what can his fans do to lower her votes? in case u didnt noe, there's no such thing as a negative vote..
what a bunch of sore losers...

and i'm saying this again... singaporeans are so dense. come on.. just because she has plunging necklines and tries to incorporate some "see-my-breast-peeking-at-u" stunts during her performances, men are mesmerized. but thank god after a wild night in geylang, those perverts didnt have enough money in their pockets to vote for her..

to those who cried for her loss, i say: GET A LIFE!

Stressed....
Mood:  irritated
deadlines are approaching and tempers are rising. in this dog-eat-dog world, friendship seems to evaporate when faced with such challenges.
if grades can shrivel the value of friendships, the potential power of money is lethal.
to succeed in this cruel world, u need to put ur interest before others. no one will thank u for what u have done but everyone will blame you for what u have not done. everyone just pays lip service. when it comes to the execution stage, its me, myself and i.

i'm glad to have realised the importance of selfishness in this cruel world.

Where's Rog?
Mood:  down

"Late on Friday organisers were informed that Switzerland's Roger Federer, who is the ATP's top ranked player, had also pulled out "due to personal reasons and because of fatigue which has accumulated over the last few weeks."

What personal reasons? Fatigue? mo10 must have kept him busy for the past few weeks.... or he probably smells like a cow now cos he hung out with juliette too often. so he doesnt want to go to spain n be attacked by bulls.. what bullshit...

i'm disappointed. thought daniel was just kidding me. i was looking forward to it since last week. in a world of projects and dissertations, u need something something to look forward to... to keep u from losing all hope n drowning in the massive project flood... i'm just grief-striken...

after several weeks of incarceration, i finally emerged from my cave today. went to watch wimbledon (unfortunately, its not THAT wimbledon...). everyone told me it was not worth watching. but i knew what to expect so it wasnt too disappointing.. rog should be the featured. but i dont think they can afford him...

why doesnt he wanna play in madrid... i want to see him... i need him to motivate me for my dissertation. i feel so lost now.... with nothing to look forward to..

MO10! STOP SUCKING ROG'S LIFE OUT!!!!! freaking whale....

Singapore voted......
Mood:  spacey
..... and Jerry Ong is out!
For the benefit of all the no lifers out there who dont watch singapore idol... Jerry Ong is the "i-want-to-thank-my-lord-and-saviour-jesus-christ" guy...
sorry dude.. next time, remember to thank allah, vishu, shiva and that indian god who looks like an elephant... u might just receive enough votes to get through another round...

i reckon i'm becoming more racially tolerant. talked to this black guy while photocopying stuff for my disseration. i was probably out of my mind. slept at 3, woke up at 8, went to sch for a lecture n tutorial, went to library for the longest time ever since i started going to NUS.
besides this, i cant think of any other logical explanation for responding when that guy talked to me. in my right state of mind, i would have just ignored him.

STRESS... it takes everything away from u. including ur sanity... i've come to a stage where i'm immune to lecturers adding on to my workload. its like pouring water into an overflowing jug....

Suffocating....
Mood:  blue
there's this bunch of freaking bimbos from my lecture group who love depriving my brain of oxygen. as sson as they step into the lecture theatre, they turn off the aircon. sometimes, a hero will go turn it on in the middle of the lecture. BUT most of the time.. it will be left off until the lecturer gives a break.. then the 2nd class hero will go turn it on. and u can just hear the sigh of relief from everyone except the bimbos.

they are the most inconsiderate bitches around. come on.. if u are cold, bring a thicker jacket. why make the whole group suffer just bcos you want to wear thin clothes and skirts that are so short i'll get sore eyes just by looking at u... bloody inconsiderate. suffocate me any further and i'll post a msg on the ivle asking them to cover up more flesh if they are afraid of being cold.

sometimes i realli wonder whether it is this "lack of oxygen" environment they seem to adore that makes them severely mentally challenged. seriously, i've never seen anyone so stupid. the kind of shallow questions they ask in class.. makes u wonder whether u are extremely smart or are they just plain stupid. when u argue with them during tutorials, it will always end with them giving this blur "i-cant-win-u-so-i'll-pretend-u-are-not-talking-sense" kind of look. sore losers! esp the one who looks like a slut. with rebonded hair that looks like a broom. mouth as big as a horse's. speaks like she's from mainland china. and worse of all, she classifies herself as one of the elites (then i ought to be a nobel prize winner). she thinks she's gorgeous. she even went for the SIA interview. obviously she didnt even get to the proper interview stage. why am i not surprised..

projects + dissertation = stressed.
just got bombed a few days ago. the first draft of my dissertation is due at the end of the month. i'm still at chapt 1 para 1. so guess what? i'm going to be a permanent resident (or illegal immigrant) at the library from tmr onwards. my heart threatens to jump out everytime i check my email. dread to see a mail from "joseph chun". it'll be the day that i die. but then again, i think he has given up on me. so.. its all up to me, myself and i.

just handed in IP today. its the worst proj of my life. 150 pages! and doing it with a bunch of no brainers who only know how to copy n paste from the annual report. they try to be smart by rephrasing the sentences. and that makes editing even worse. but i'm just glad PART 1 is over. there's still part 2. i've adopted a heck-care attitude. my disseration is more important.

dreamland beckons. 6 more hours before i have to face reality again. cruel reality..

The Misanthropist Bemoans....
Mood:  irritated
I hate projects. not only because of the workload. it's bcos i dont like to work with ppl. i yearn for individual assignments. the most i can accept is pair work. it's not about the quality of work they produce. my motley crew is good in that aspect. (but i cant say the same for the rest of the ppl i work with... but that's another long story.)
it's about the project meetings. i dont like it when we hold marathon meetings that last forever. we all know that our brains can only function optimally for a few hours. after that, everyone is brain dead. for me, its the opposite. i start off a discussion trying to "get into the mood". my momentum slowly picks up. and when i'm at the peak, everyone is brain dead. how can we coordinate?
but what irks me is that they are brain dead but still want to carry on the discussion. being the only one with a brain that's not in sleep mode, i end up leading the discussion. everyone who knows me know that i get irritated very easily. i dont like talking to a bunch of brain dead ppl who try to appear attentive. they ask senseless questions and make you explain everything again. i pour out tons of words explaining my point, and i get blasted with resposes such as "huh?", "say again...", "what do u mean?".. what do i mean??? i mean every word i say.. u just werent listening. repetition wont work my dears. your brain as forsaken you. period.

vern just came back from a talk by mahathir. as usual, during the Q&A, the focus was on smu students and their ability to make themselves heard. they asked lots of questions (which were preconceived) until they were told not to dominate the show. undeniably, this can be summed up in 2 words - cheap publicity.
as sim loo lee said: people who do not have substance have to rely on form.
this aptly reflects the motive of smu. all that publicity on how well smu students can present themselves just reinforces the lack of substance that they are trying to suppress.
yes, i do agree that form is important. but i dont want to be perceived as a person with form and no substance. thats as good as being called a bimbo.

back to my world of financial analysis, feasibility studies and risk sensitivity....

Social Loafers...
Mood:  on fire
my motley crew seems to be bombarded with social loafers this sem. just to make myself feel better, i'm working with those social loafers for ONLY 2 out of 3 modules, which translates to ONLY 4 out of 5 projects. i dont understand how anyone can tolerate them. i definately cant.

oh, daniel is finally back (no, he's not my bf altho that sentence makes me sound lovesick). hoping to get a little spillover effect. i'm eyeing rog's autographed racket. or anything. just a touch. i'm desperate. god knows what connections this guy has. i'll die to be in his shoes.

went to the airport today. in 8mins flat from bugis. and proud of it. on my way back, dropped by East Coast Park. what a sight... i didnt noe that the beach was so crowded on weekends.. filled with a certain species who love to go around with cloth wrapped around their head (so that they can save on shampoo without ppl noticing?).
tents, mats, radios, big pots of food, countless kids (average of 5 per family?)... if i didnt live in singapore, i would have thought it was a refugee camp...

to a certain mr lee: see the effect of using monetary benefits to induce ppl to procreate?

mentality of these species -
no money? -> buy and pay thru instalments-> no money for instalments? -> have sex -> give birth -> collect money from govt -> pay instalment.

now we're faced with the risk of this species taking over our dear singapore...
trust me, u will live to regret it.. someone should remind him that quality is better than quantity. u cant have the best of both worlds. again, i rest my case.

Post-PMS??
Mood:  d'oh

projects kill.
3 modules - 4 projects, 1 dissertation and 3 presentations every two weeks. my life revolves around these killers.
some ppl are starting to count down till exams. at this moment, thinking about exams is like thinking about retirement when i've just started work... u get the idea... its just a blury image and i'm not even worried about it (yet)...

so today, i finally got my cousin to register for driving. it's like bringing a cow to the stream. if it doesnt want to drink, u can drag it there but it just refuses to drink. but i'm proud to announce that today, i finally managed to get the cow to drink.... u have no idea how many ppl have unsuccessfully tried to force this cow to drink... *beams proudly at my achievement*

singapore idol...
terribly disappointed with the results tho i kinda expected it. well, at least my fav contestants havent been eliminated.
conclusion: singaporeans are so dense.
moral of the story:
1) if u want to win singapore idol, remember to thank your lord and saviour jesus christ on national tv. that way, u will have a whole church voting for u.
2) if u want to gain the judges' (read: dick lee) favour, reveal more cleavage, plunging necklines, big boobs... he doesnt like to leave anything to his imagination.

signing off.. with a disgusted look on my face...

PMS sets in....
Mood:  blue
Now Playing: The "IN" Song
The "IN" Song

I think i'm suffering from PMS. no question about it. just look at my face today and u will know what i mean...

today is IP presentation day. we created a video, hoping that it will break the monotony of powerpoint presentations.. but who knows that the stupid old toad just loves boring powerpoints.. all he said was good, good, good. for all the groups. but he praised other groups for their detailed content. we couldnt put much details into our video cos it was supposed to be a talkshow. who gives details in talkshows?
i think he hasnt heard of the word "creativity". come on... pls step into the new economy.. singapore didnt survive till today by relying on this kind of caveman attitudes. i only have 3 words to say to him - BLOODY OLD TOAD.

with all due disrespect, we went to buy lunch at mac when the other groups were presenting. as soon as i opened the door, i was surrounded by this stench. took a quick look aroung. my god! indians. truckloads of them. i think they came from india. overheard one of them ordering.. (imagine an indian speaking with that freaking indian head-shaking accent)
stinko: chicken mc crispy
cashier: meal?
stinko: no.
cashier: that's all?
stinko: yes.
cashier: u'll have to wait for a while.$2.70 pls.
stinko: how much?
cashier: $2.70
stinko: no. how much must i wait?
cashier: $2.70.
stinko: no no no... how MUCH must i WAIT?
(thats all i overheard. cos for every second that i stayed there, i deprived my brain of a second of oxygen.)

anyway, my point is... i realised that there is a sudden surge in the indian population in my canteen. and thais/vietnamese too. i cant stand them.
how can NUS be a world class university if all they attract is some bunch of stinkos who speak with their head moving from side to side... i give up.
i find that i'm actually beginning to appreciate singapore indians. u will know what i mean when u come into contact with indian indians.

bumped into my dissertation supervisor today. i was hoping that i wont bump into him. not bcos i'm scared to face him. but i cant remember what he looks like. what happened was.... i was late for lecture. came a little too late so there were no lots at my fac. had to park further away. was rushing for lecture when i saw this man looking at me... obviously i just carried on walking... and glared at him (like i usually do to ppl who stare at me). only about 10seconds after i passed him i realised that he was my supervisor.
not my fault. he looks like a chinaman. and we have loads of them here. so they all look the same to me..

why does NUS only attract ppl from India and China? i rest my case.
*resigns myself to fate and while assuring myself that i will remember to peek thru the glass doors before entering mac to prevent such excruciating torture on my nasal system.*

Q: Why doesnt a black like to eat chocolates?
Mood:  silly
A: Bcos he keeps biting own his fingers.
(Courtesy of Ah Fang, certified by Daisy & Tian who tesitfied that dr blackie doesnt like chocs too..)

Back to the topic on sore losers... there's this roddick fan who keeps posting on the roger federer website. probably another sore loser.. (a classic exhibit of the great influence idol worship has...)

so anyway, this hero replied to one of his post:

I believe you will find more people to commisurate with you on Andy's website. Or if there isn't a forum like this, you may find it more rewarding to start a comparable website for the player you are cheering.

Frankly, I'm curious what kind of reverse psychology leads to the odd behavior you're exhibiting here. There is freedom of speech on the web, but are you one that craves attention in a crowd(like children acting out to catch attention of their parents).

You can't be trying to remind us to have compassion over the underdogs---I don't think even Andy wants that.

Out of sheer honesty and a bit of concern, perhaps you may consult a psychologist or do some self study on self help psychology books. Your behavior is not normal, even though it is certainly not illegal.

Honest observer.

Seriously, i think he's quite right. Couldnt have written a better reply myself.

watched the presentation on sch today. it sucks. if porn actors are in category 3, i can safely say that our actors are in category 4. to say that the video looks like some cheap low cost movie production is a understatement.
decided to upload a clip of winston "flirting" with lesa. notice their leg movements.... Winston the Chee Ko Pek
A little blur.. but dont complain. i told u it was a low class production..

while u watch the clip, i'm off to my IP world...

Federer hammers Roddick for 10th title of superb season
Mood:  happy
The superlative Swiss won his 10th title of 2004 and is now undefeated in the last dozen finals he played stretching back to October 2003, when he started the run to glory which has included three of the four majors this year. With Sunday's triumph, Federer became only the third man in the history of tennis to win 12 finals in a row.

*cant stop grinning* hahahaha...
rog was good today. and funny.
and the thai princess was pathetic. even rog was scared of her. the guys said she looked like a prostitute from patpong (somewhere in bangkok i think..)

in any sport, there are some ppl are just sore losers. these ppl should graciously admit defeat instead of blaming it on broken arms or legs. come on.. if u want to be a sore loser, at least think of something original.... cant be using the same excuse everytime... think out of the box... haha... but then again, some ppl are just all brawn n no brains. physically developed, but mentally handiapped. u cant have the best of both worlds.
(this paragraph has been edited to sound politically correct.)

spent the last 2 days in the basement doing my integrated project. stayed up till all of us were brain dead. never felt so tired in my life. the rest of the motley crew came today for the filming. i tried being a director today. its quite fun. esp when u are not the one appearing on camera. the NG shots were so freaking funny. but blur ah tian went to erase most of them. may post them.. depends on my mood. but i'm not in the best of moods lately..
falling asleep... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

SI's Player of the Year - ROGER FEDERER
Mood:  celebratory
Federer plays tennis for the soul, with artistry and style. His rivalries with other stars were like the rivalries that chain saws have with trees. For all of his manifold talents, the key to Federer's success might be his movement.

His service is superb: powerful, exceptional placement, varied, consistently accurate. Even serving 15-20mph slower than the Roddicks of this world, it can be more punishing.

His forehands are unsurpassed. He has no rival as a shot-maker. He is capable of coruscating brilliance through his ability to make any shot from any area of the court. His play is simply breathtaking, with his manipulation of the ball at all angles and speeds at times appearing beyond the laws of physics. His single-handed backhand is a rare, significant tool. His returns are awesome, flashing. His volleys are basic but executed wonderfully.

That's ROG - SI's player of the year.

and now.. back to reality.
yesterday was the most shity day i had since school started. the project i've been working on for since god knows when was deemed worthless after a consulation session with my lecturer. and our great idea of filming a news program was cast out of the window. cos we got to carried away with trying to come up with a extraordinary presentation that we forgot to read the question.

couldnt sleep last nite. kept thinking about my wasted effort on the project and how to salvage it. slept for 3 hours and went to class as a zombie. attended a freaking lecture that talked about nothing but cashflows and financial ratios. then my body (mind was apparently at home sleeping already) attended a freaking tutorial where all the groups presented wrong answers. well, thats what u get for teaching less. it doesnt automatically equate to learning more.

oh yes, got back my report today. my pathetic attempts to write it when i was in canada got me an A. surprise surprise... to think the report jsut contained a whole load of crap. supposed to have photos, etc. mine was all crap. and when i went to collect the report, i think there was less than 5 ppl who got As. so pleased with myself. who was the idiot who said that pictures speak more than a thousand words? thats definately wrong. cos u havent met a crapper like me.
dr blackie (the super black negro lecturer that i have) marked my report. he was supposed to drop by during my internship. but he didnt. at the date of visit column, he wrote: i wasnt allowed to go.
hahaha.. if i were my mentor n i saw his photo, i wont allow him to come too..

no weekend off for me this week. the gang is coming over tmr to salvage our disaster. den we are doing the filming on sunday. freaking waste of time..

Bang Slam... GO ROG!!!!!
Mood:  blue

Q: What do u call a tennis tournament played in Bangkok?
A: Bang Slam
(Another corny joke brought to u, courtesy of Ah Fang...)

Round 1 of Bang Slam.
Everything is just not going the way i want it to.
Rog is playing now. BUT the freaking sports channels here have decided not to show it. and critics complain that ppl are only interested in world class events but show no interest in local/regional ones. Hello ppl, mass media plays an important part in "educating" the public...

And not to mention the freaking low quality of publicity for the event. After accessing the bang slam website, i cant even bring myself to say that they are "not techno savvy". in fact, to put it politely, they are technologically handicapped (if there's such a phrase.. but u get the idea..)
dont expect them to provide live scores. they dont even update their scores after each match, not to mention after each set. why dont they just update everything after the tournament, when even ppl in bangladesh know the results? urgh!!
freaking thais. no wonder they are still stuck in traffic jams in tuk tuks...

when will rog's match ever end? and when can i know the results? i hate this feeling. when i found out that he was playing singles AND doubles, my heart sank to the basement. ladies and gentlemen, history is going to repeat itself. (think: 2004 athens olympics). self explanatory.

going off to wait for the results while cursing the freaking thais........

Juveniles on MSN
Mood:  irritated
Someone should ban those freaking kids from msn. they dont even understand what BUSY means. they assume that just bcos u are online, u are free to talk to them. and what do they talk about?
a typical conversation (when i'm on BUSY mode):

xxx: hi
me: hello
xxx: hi
me: yes?
xxx: just wanted to say hi.
me: thats all?
xxx: yes.
xxx: hi :)
me: ok. ttyl. i'm busy now.
xxx: ok
(2min later)
xxx: hi
xxx: u there?
xxx: hellllloooooooooooooooooooooooo...
xxx: where r u?
xxx: talk to me
xxx: oh well, i'm going off now. bye.
xxx: wait!!! dont go! i'm just joking!
xxx: hellloooooooooooooooooooo.. answer me!!!!

and this mental torture just continues..
imagine trying to get work done.. and the freaking msn box just keeps blinking... its so distracting.
blocking them wont work. cos they'll just use another account.

kids nowadays..... totally pissed off.
no wonder the fertility rates are declining. if i'm dong some social science course, i think just based on this experience, i can prove that fertility rates are positively correlated to life expectancy.

the one who introduced them to my peaceful cyberworld is going to get shot if i ever find out who he/she is...

ok, logging off from the rambunctious cyber world.. and away from these juveniles...

Current ideal holiday spot: Florida
Mood:  spacey
Asked vern whether she wanted to go anywhere in dec. didnt take much to get a yes from her. then asked her where we should go. i was expecting some where like NY or paris or rome.
as soon as the words the words "prague" and "reykjavik" came out from her mouth, i knew i was doomed. as expected, our discussion about this led to no where. and the free mp3 player i was eyeing disappeared from no where.

i only have 2 alternatives now. go to australia w cousin or pray n hope that those 2 freaking places wont be the "in" thing when i bring it up again.
even delicacies cant whet my appetite in those disgusting places.