Anyway, anyway...
It’s such a lovely day (raining and all) and I am glad that I have started my “payback” fast….which I can break at 1903hrs today. About 6.5 hours more. Endure..endure.
Tempted..I am not. Nooooooooo!
Makes a mental note to buy an ice cream on my way home tonight.
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Weekend ...wherefore art thou?
Friday was warped, hahaha. Was at some ulu carpark waiting for the Star’s “never-coming” arrival. Was sitting one corner with nani and jamal…while the rest of the kecohs were laughing in another corner. They seemed nice..except for one who..who..never mind. We must all forgive the ignorants and the idiots. 2300hrs and the birthday girl still was nowhere in sight. So we three made a move…and planned to meet the Star by the roadside. Glad I did.
Saturday…I woke up late for NPCC. Was supposed to meet ML at 0700…but I woke up at 0715. Reached NBSS at almost 0900hrs (well because I continued to sleep until 0745!). I was damn tired, lah. I was practically sleepwalking all the way to Yishun.
Came crawling home. Tired and with a hoarse ah kwa voice. Ate lunch and then took medicine. I was still damn paranoid and twitchy about the pills. I surfed the net on Friday and discovered the pills could lead to weight gain and various other side effects (like splitting headaches, imbalance, etc). I was very tired BUT I decided to go gym that Saturday night. However, first, I need to accompany Liah for dinner at 1830hrs at AMK Central.
I reached California gym at about 1945hrs. I forced myself to get on the treadmill. Could only manage a 15min- set. Had to stop before I just collapsed in heaps. After that, I began to row…row like there was no tomorrow. Row until the cows came home…then, I staggered back to the changing room for a shower before meeting Dear for a movie at Cineleisure.
The Longest Yard aka Mean Machine
I dig Adam Sandler so I like this show. But I like Vinnie Jones’ Mean Machines too because, well, that one was about soccer.
Top 3 Adam Sandler shows:
1. The Wedding Singer
2. 50 First Dates
3. Water Boy
Dark horse: Big Daddy
Bla bla…
Sunday got me up with a splitting headache. Are the side-effects of the medicine showing? Reading the papers was a terrible chore because..well..everything was dizzying. My head was spinning a thousand techno songs and it was hurting like hell. At 1330hrs, I staggered back to my bed, moaning. I was in so so so so much pain. I couldn’t find the painkillers that the gay doc had given me. Where the fuck were the painkillers?!!!
The mother: See! Sleep so late some more! Every time sleep so late!
The me: Got panadol?
The mother: Find yourself!
The father: Headache? What did the doctor give you last Wednesday? Crap! If you’re not careful, can get high blood pressure!
I have such freaking loving parents. Then the mother went out and the father went to sleep. Me? I had a s.l.o.w death.
Woke up at 1830hrs. feeling slightly better. Peachy. There’s no food at home. Not only my parents don’t love me…they want to starve me too. How to eat medicine like that? After quick shower, laundry…I rushed to catch soccer. Almost slipped and fell…
Exaggeration...
The match was frustrating! No one in the team stood out although I could see Rooney and Ronaldo working. It was nice to see Ferdinand working for his Aston Martin too. I cant believe we are missing Gary Neville and Gabriel Heinze so much. Scholes was disoriented, nistelrooy was listless and richardson was a weak link.As for the bloody (p)ools, I thought sinama did well, luis garcia was unlucky, gerrard was uninspired, crouch was overhyped and cisse’s exposure was not enough. I thought van der sar did extremely well…and reina was bored.
And Roy Keane is down (again???) with his third metatarsal injury. Probably out for 2 months. You know what…get rid of him lah. And scholes, and giggs. And then, surrender yourself to the division 2 because your current fledglings all cannot make it. Loan rooney and nistelrooy to wigan. Free of charge. Their current salaries are enough to feed Somalia…3 times.
Photo courtesy of NealSimpson/Empics
Oh well…
This Saturday we are hosting Blackburn. There goes my Saturday…and then on the 27th, we are hosting Benfica. Long live channel #21, 22, 23, 24!
Hungry.
Endure.
Endure.
5 more hours.
And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow - Plush, Stone Temple Pilots
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