It's raining again. Perfect weather for sleep. But I've decided to update some things around here. It's been a while. All thanks to my burnt Lenovo. PFfffffft.
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West Ham Utd beat Man Utd!!! HOORAY!! My most sincere apologies to Man U fans out there. Pardon my blatant celebrations but I've once again found hope for my 50buck end of tournament championship winner ticket, which is pinned on my softboard.
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It's been an amazing week. Thank God for all the things that have happened, and also the things that did not.
Been meeting up with people late in the nights and it has been fun, and well, not so fun. And also, all the mid-afternoon trainings are making me burnt like a lobster.
Had a couple of rugby trainings in the week for the upcoming HO. It certainly is fun to tackle someone, but not so fun getting tackled. I always have a problem of staying low when engaging in a tackle. Just slips my mind ALL the time. Had to be pulled aside by the Capt to be 'cautioned' twice. How embarassing. Rug's so different from basketball, and being a bball player since don't know when, running BACKWARDS really ain't my forte. Keep having tendancies to dash forward after passing the ball. What an idiot. Tsk.
Char Kway Teow in the mid-week with lots of vege is nice, but would have been better if we've got a not-so-full stomach and when you're not SOO tired. I guess all the work load is taking it's toll on you. Teh-peng was nice and I shall try Kopi-c-peng-gao next time I get there. =) Thanks for the invite to your church and NYE dinner. Like I said, not to worry. You're a great cook. Tested and proven by your beloved friends. Let me know if you need help. ( I still don't know what to bring apart from an empty stomach and great appetite. Suggestions? ) And oh, how did the uniform drawing go? (Past tense cause I suppose you'll only read this in the night ;) ) Don't forget your lefts and rights. =)
Caught 3 movies this week. Deja vu, Eragon and The Holiday. People, if you've only $9.50 this Christmas and can only afford ONE movie, watch The Holiday. Or maybe not. Say if you have $9.50 x 3 = $28.50 (is my math correct? i'm too lazy to check) and you can watch ALL 3 movies, I say just watch The Holiday and use the remaining $19 to buy me a Christmas present. I thank you beforehand. =)
Oh, did I mention that I have got a burnt Lenovo? Yea. Sorta. Laptop was plugged into the mains and guess what? LIGHTNING STRIKES and 'pop' goes the hard disk. Brought to the service centre for maintenance, and I knew that all is lost from the look of the service-man's face. How sad. How irritating. How disgusting. How troublesome. All because of one lightning strike.
Friday was the best. Or maybe second best. If what happened towards to end of the day didn't happen. But anyways Rug training in the morning was all about tacking and simple game plays. I think I need to borrow boots really soon if I want to stay alive in the games. Any kind souls out there with soccer boots to lend/rent/steal/throw away? Knocked out in my 20 degree celcius air-conditioned room all the way till 5. It had been quite a while since I last had sun-burns and the air-con never felt better. Thank goodness I'm in Hall 3. Was late for dinner and was so totally in a mad rush. Took the train down and changed buses. Was late for like... 30 minutes. Haha. My bad. Had white chocolate dreams and teas and a cup of Tiramisu. It was fun talking. And walking. And me sprawling for bathrooms. Yes I know that guy who was waiting for taxi near Chuan. And I think that he kinda heard you too. =)
Picked up the car just past midnight and drove them out for supper. It was fun, but also NOT so fun. I think I might need to consult some psychiatrist or psychologist to get my phobias sorted out. Ever since the accident, never really got over it. Just glad that nothing went wrong this time round. It was horrific. Really terrible. And I don't want to talk about it. For now, let's just stick to public transports.
Hitched a ride to Bkt Gombak from dad on Saturday morning. Had breakfast with him before parting our ways. Realised that dad's got really interesting habits and am rather surprised that I didn't discover them any time sooner. Somehow, I see myself unconciously behaving him like him. The way we fold our legs when we sit, the way we brush our hair, the way we rub our chins. It's like seeing an older version of me. Cool huh?
Took a nap in Hall before joining the team for the 2nd competition. Benedict couldn't make it but we had more than enough people to cover every positions with one sub. 7 a-side water-polo wasn't really as easy as one thinks ( or at least I thought it was. Ain't it just swimming and ball playing? I wish! ) Just the water tredding was enough to induce muscle cramping-sensations in my left foot after 5 minutes and not to mention the need for sudden bursts of speed to gain possesions of the buoyant ball. We were trailing by 4-2 at half time, but managed to level 2 minutes into the second half. We won 5-6 when the final whistle went and it was a job well done. Though it lasted only for 20minutes, it felt as though my legs had went through a half-marathon and the walk back to hall had never been more wobbly.
Knocked out in the bed, and again overslept for Saturday's performance. I must say that it was good entertainment, and the crowd was just overwhelming. The tricks that the pastor and his daughter put up was fantastic and the show was fun for all. Not to forget the little kid in front of us, jumping in joy each time a new trick was performed. It was a very fresh, and non-traditional way of bringing the message of God over. It worked for some, and also somehow at the back of my head, I knew why it didn't work for the others. Though they were just tricks and illusions, the societal defination of magic in current days are rather dim and... ya. To me at least. From what I see on the tele, it ain't the best of impressions. But anyways, thanks for the invite to the show! Had a fun night. =)
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After much thought, maybe I would like to rephrase what I said just now. Love is indeed simple. It can only be simple when people do not complicate it. We are the ones who like to complicate things. And for what it is worth, I believe love is not unconditional. We are not god.
Perhaps it's time to stop and think. Not about the past, but about/for the future. When hopes dangle on one small string, sometimes you need more than strength and perseverance.
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Why do we only want to see things we want to see, hear things we want to hear, feel things we want to feel and dream of dreams we want to dream? Reality may be harsh, but bottom-line is there ain't no escape. Either we embrace it with arms wide open, make the best of it and learn to live with it and enjoy every moment of our lives; or we escape and allow it eat us up from the inside, as we dwell in an endless pit of torment and depression for a very long time to come.
Good news: the choice is ours.
Bad news: we tend to choose the latter.
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Good night people. A new week awaits. Christmas is coming! And so are my results. *shivers down the spine*
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