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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

.crocodilean selipar.

Final project. Stress, yes?

That's what you would think eh? But then, our lovely lecturer decides we only need to see her ONCE a week. choice!.. i know!..

But then, now i feel damn freaking lazy to do any work at all.

Example No. 1:

Supposed to meet the Crocs dude for an interview at 7 at Subang. So, Alison and I very faithfully troop to Subang (half an hour early, somemore wei!) miraculously find a parking right outside the restaurant and wait for Mr.Crocs.

...one hour later..

Mr.Crocs calls to say that he's on the way to Subang from Sungei Wang...

SUNGEI WANG!?.. *&^%$*%..

Nevermind. Wait only.

Anyway, in the end, Mr.Crocs was quite helpful and all that. Although i think he came away from that interview thinking that Alison and I are two small school girls. (Not that he'd be wrong.. but still..)

I missed captainball for all that. Argh. Sacrifices wei.

Example No. 2:

I nearly bite Gavin's head off for calling me at 10:30am Wednesday morning coz i'm still snoring away..
And then I spend the whole day being grumpy and mumbling that I didnt get enough sleep.
Then I feel guilty the rest of the day, coz I woke up early enough for breakfast AND lunch.
So, I feel damn greedy pig. (which would also be true.. but STILL.. )


Yeah.
So.
Liddat la.
How to finish a 100% coursework project in 8weeks like that?

Damn fail wei.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

.official retirement.

I officially retire from my long-lasting career of tennis.
One day only.
Fail wei. Damn fail.

Monday saw me, Jo-anne, Gavin, Ron and Gavin's cousin, Wei, attempt to play tennis. Emphasis on the "attempt".
Okay la, actually. I managed to hit a few balls successfully.

BUT.

I sent two (count them.. TWO) of Ronnie's lovely new tennis balls out into the highway.
Oh man. Damn malufying wei.
And then, I tried to serve the cool-style, like the way the pros serve. With the ball toss, and the gaya stance n everything.

Damn fail.

Sent it flying to the other end of the world, i think.

So. Therefore, I officially retire from my not-so-successful career of tennis. Hang up my tennis racquet (the one that I borrowed from Justin, coz Gav's made my hands all black).

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

.basketball again!.

They finally managed to fix the basketball rim! I haven't played basketball in like.. three months, issit?.. yeah. Thanks to the Whoever-who-fixed-the-rim. We have no idea who fixed it. Woke up one morning and found it fixed.

Maybe they were some Fairies. Like, in that story about the little elves that help that old man mend all his shoes. Or something like that. I can't remember.

Anyway, at least now I have some form of exercise. Although it's not much.

Any more lazing around the house, I'm gonna be like a blimp. Well. More blimpish than I already am la... heh. *shy*


.my mother.

Always tells me that I'll wreck my computer one day..

Mom: You ah! Always do liddat. One day spoil, then you know!

Story is like this la..

My CPU is on my floor, and, you know me la, damn freaking lazy right. Too lazy to bend down every time to switch on the com, so I use what tools God gave me and toe the computer to turn it on.

My mom insists that I'll do some damage to the com coz I'm toe-ing it, instead of pushing the 'on' button with my finger. Toe, finger.. same difference la, right?

...

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

.one-eyed monster.

That’s what I look like right now! No thanks to some SS2 woman who tried to gouge out my eye in the Copa Iba Captainball Tournament last Saturday. So, thanks to her, I have a long, red, raw scratch/scar running from the top of my nose, across my eye, to the top of my eyebrow.

And gave me a near panic attack. Coz after she bowled me down with her monster claws, I was on the ground for like two minutes. N I couldn’t see after that, so was kinda scared that the contact lens was stuck somewhere, or worse, that the cornea was scratched.

Woman didn’t even bother to apologize properly. Just a short “Oh I’m sorry” n walk off.

Friendship first.

Anyway, Bangsar B managed to trash SS2 on my behalf, which in turn, led them on to the finals to win the trophy! So congratulations Bangsar B! Sorry we couldn’t make it a Bangsar-Bangsar finals. We old and invalid people of Bangsar A, not really up to the challenge anymore la. We’ll leave it to you young and energetic people. =)

So. The doc gave me the A-okay and said that I’ll be fine in a few days. Of course it didn’t feel that way at the moment la. I felt like killing the stupid SS2 woman for injuring my eye. Anywhere else is not so bad. Damn mafan man, to injure the eye.

Yes la. Bring on the nicknames!.. One-eyed Jack. Scarface (thanks to Gere), Pirate (also thanks to Gere).. whatever you have.. bring it ON!

…

One good thing from the whole swollen eye incident. I got a day off from work!..

Lazy, I am.

Anyway, I am SO not posting up any pictures of my swollen eye. Look like a one-eyed monster. So I clever. When taking the pictures after the games, I wear my pretty reflective Oakleys. So clever, right?