muse

friends
you may heave a collective sigh of relief
for i am not a cripple.
not yet, at least.

so after mentally preparing myself for another injury,
to my relief,
no such thing happened.

we played 2 teams, beat them 6-1 and 6-0.
pretty convincing if you ask me, but we had great players.
and to think our star player, some dude playing for the young lions, didnt play.

thus, we won the inaugral dean's cup.
the prize?
a big trophy, and $20 haagen-dazs vouchers for each member.
not bad i say.

anywho, its midterm break.
no idea why its called a break.
all people do during the one-week is just study even more.
the competition is insanely intense.
and that applies to all faculties throughout NUS.

after the break of doom comes...the mid terms of satan.

i shudder with abject fear when i think of the midterms.
however, it cant be worse than last sems midterms.

having just torn my knee ligaments, i was high on codeine when i took my financial accounting test.
the fact that i managed to pass the paper was a mini-miracle, considering the fact that i felt like i was trapped in a bubble, and my fellow students all had 4, big, red mosquitoe eyes.
ah the wonders of hallucination.

the fasting month has begun.
contrary to popular belief, i shall attempt to keep all the fasts this time.
yes, i do try.

even if you feel youre wayyy beyond hope or redemption, believe me, there have to be people worse than you.

oh and dont even get me started on the pope and his idiocy.
he should be one to talk, being a nazi and all. [a registered member of 'Hitler Youth'. i kid you not.]
what especially gets to me is how he says "im sorry my statement angered the muslims".
not "im sorry for what i said".
its like...
"hey i shot your mom.sorry you gotta grieve and all.hallelujah!"

on another note, i am extremely amused by arts students who major in philosophy.
[some of them at least]
there are those who are genuinely interesting and intelligent.
but then there are the posers.
you would not believe how profound they think the crap they spout is.
its like..theyre spouting words which you can take to a pawnshop and get money for these words in return.

some phrases they love using [and this is from the forum of a philosophy module im taking,verbatim]

"The issue here that vengeance is equivalent to justice, is somewhat skewered"[yes, skewered like your pork satay is it?]

"It seems based on the whole ‘an eye for an eye’ concept, a severely twisted and literal take on ‘do untwo others as you would have them do to you."[not only is he trying too hard, hes also got an iq of..(un)two]

"the analogy is absurd and preposterous simply because it takes facts at a surface level." [ooooh look at me!nero died and appointed me emperor.jesus tone it or you'll rupture a kidney,you freak]

"similarly, the above analogy and argument is fallacious and thus absurd because the 2 theories of concentric circles are not the same."[same dude."hi i like to use the word absurd!its absurd how absurd is my favourite word, i love absurd to an absurd extent!when i was in secondary absurd school,i almost fainted out of sheer absurd joy when the math teacher said we were gonna learn about "surds", because it had part of my favourite word!mmmm]

"Hope these doesn’t sound too confusing as writig is not my strong point"[ah yes.you dont say?so what is your strong point?punctuation?btw 'writig' aint my strong point either]

"It is all about reason and persuasion."[some bloke ended his post with this.ooh how witty*clap clap*i say old chap!how witty art thou!ending the post by incorporating the module title!you witty and strapping young lad you!i hope the next course you take is 'the fundamentals of aqua-bioengineering amongst islands in the indonesian archipelago, circa the 1900s'.yes.good luck, and godspeed.]

ok thats it for now.
theres a load more but im too lazy.
or am i 'two' lazy.

all else is well with me i guess.
the blasted knee is slowly (re-)recovering.
the mugging continues, unabated.
the gf is being uber-understanding and caring, as always.
how i ended up with someone as perfect as her is yet another mystery.

much love to all my mates and those who matter.
esp. the gf.
aite im out.

high roller

my father says im a gambler.
i take unnecessary high risks, without carefully analyzing their returns.

this was his conclusion when i told him i was going to play in a football match today(friday).
why is that such a big risk, you may ask?

in case you havent been following my sad story, heres a summary.

tore my knee ligaments during a football match, sometime in february.
my leg was put in a cast and i was on crutches for 2 months.
intensive physiotherapy followed, for another 4 months.
i eased my way back into football.
played a couple of field matches over the last 2 months, happy with my progress.
last sunday, as fate would have it, my knee popped out of its socket.
great.
the excruciating pain of ones knee popping out is hard to describe.
so from sunday evening till today, ive been icing it incessantly.
the knee is swollen and painful.
friday is supposed to be the dean's cup, an annual inter-business-faculty football tournament.

and herein lies the dilemma.
my parents insist i dont play, since i havent even recovered properly from the recent injury.
and anyone with any common sense would give me the same advice.

yet here i am, arranging the first aid kit to bring along with me.
tons of deep heat spray and stick-ons.
a large bandage to wrap the knee.
a tubing to put on top of the bandage.
and a knee guard.
my left knee will basically be immobilized.
a suicide mission, says my mom.

why then, boy wonder, are you doing this?

the answer is simple.
because i have to.
i dont want this to be dripping with bravado and self-glorification.

in fact, i think im an absolute fool for doing this.
but somehow, i know, if i dont play, i'll always regret it.
football is more than a sport to me and many other guys.

so if my body wants me to give it up, for reasons beyond me,
im not going to do so without putting up one hell of a fight.

if i play well and make it through, ill be a happy man.
if i get hurt and injured again, this is an apology, sort of in advance.

to my parents, for the heartache.
to my friends, for the inconvenience.
and to the gf, for always putting her through this kinda shit.
im sorry.

there are just some things a mans gotta do.
wish me luck amigoes.

im out.
boy wonder.

ok computer

Bonjourno.

Not much has been happening
Schools a killer.
The workload this semester is a killer.
Swamped with assignments etc from all modules.

Forgive me for the lack of updating.

So whats been up?

Today in the library, I couldn’t connect to the internet, for some strange reason.

So I decided to call… IT care.
Yes, I needed some tender loving care from the robots at the com centre.
So I called round 12.30pm, hopin the geeks hadn’t snuck off for an early lunch.
To my dismay, I kept getting the following automated message:
“all our ‘agents’ are busy at the moment’.
Yes.
Agents
Not uber geeks.
Agents.
Surely a sly-inside joke by the techies.

So I call again at 2.30pm, thinking a 2hour lunch would be enough for the geeks to devour a hard-disk or 2.
Nayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Still no response.
And the automated voice thing goes
“you have been put in the queue…you are now FOURTH in the queue”
“we are experiencing hayyyyvvy traffic”
[so that’s how the viets earned their tuition fees…they spoke in their normal tones and voices and ended up sounding like recorded messages…good work land-mine-face]

good lord surely you joke.
Im fourth in queue?
At that precise moment, I felt like the ultimate loser.
Like the guy who pretends to talk on the phone when he passes by a group of girls;
Or the chick who pretends top be high on one bourbon coke to get the attention of guys.

The tech geeks were winning the battle, and I still had no internet connection.
I hypothesized that it could have been because the previous day, while in school, I felt the need to download some pink floyd mp3s…
Perhaps that could have screwed up my internet privileges

In my anger, I shouted “KILL” at the phone, and to my embarrassment, the elderly librarian, who until then had thought of me as a nice polite boy, was present.
She gave me the “thank god youre not my son HMMMPH” look.
Note to self: systematically rearrange all the library books on the third floor, in random order, when time permits. End of note to self.

I called again at 5pm, and same old story!
No response!
Hayyyyvy traffic?!?!
What are you, a Bangkok massage parlour?!?!!
How was I to plot my vengeance on the IT geeks who refused to pick up their calls??
HOW?
How was I to access the cursed internet?!
KILL!

So I did what any superhero blessed with amazing superpowers would have done.
I used my dad’s user account.
I logged on to the network seamlessly.

And to gain my revenge, I sent a very curt and disgruntled email to the IT office and cc-ed it to the Head of IT…
using my dads email account of course.
Somehow I get the feeling that professors have more authority than students.
Somehow.

So, you freakishly ugly, annoyingly-never-there-when-you-are-needed twits, enjoy your 30minute lunch breaks from now.
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

In other news, we got our slayer tickets.
\m/

been getting me some new albums for the listening pleasure

breaking benjamin – phobia [excellent follow-up.get it]
the roots – game theory [not as good as their older stuff]
jeff buckley – grace [very interesting.pity hes gone]
outkast – idlewild [not my cup of tea. 30s swing sound]
30seconds to mars – a beautiful lie [amazing.loving it]
damian marley – welcome to jamrock [pure, unadulterated talent.brilliant]

all else is well.

Trying to spend time with le gf, but not enough for sure.
Thank you gf for being so understanding and accommodating.
Youre perfect.

Curse you, school of doom.

Thats all for now mofos.
Much love to all those who matter.
Im out.