30 Sept

Jason Williams aka J-Dubb aka White Chocolate has signed with Miami Heat. pretty old news, but im still excited about it. two of my favorite current players hooking up at the backcourt, with big old Diesel in the paint. hopefully big things are going their way next season. Antoine Walker too, but im no big fan of him. Williams however is another thing altogether. i have some videos of him, let me know if u wan dem. and WADE! please, play more of their games. i've had it up to here with all the F1 and grandprix shit.

i so want to go to the Beyond concert, though i cant exactly say im all that familiar with all their songs. poser? maybe.

please, call me Mr Lim.

c'mon c'mon, please let the RE-application go thru.

i still hate engineering, nor am i very good with it.

the slackest commando i've ever known got older ytd. enjoy urself uncle.

happy birthday dustbin.

maybe its just my luck, but i've been encountering more rude ppl than i'd like to. cabbies, and salespeople who are seriously screwed, but go all cordial and pleasant when u buy their wares.

28 Sept

its been quite a while since i last lugged myself downstairs for a run, and frankly, i dun really feel like it. my knees get so screwed up after that it doesn't justify wat little fat might be burned. u all can of cos take my words with a shaker full of salt, cos it might all just be an excuse cooked up by a bum.

had a temp job at raffles city sometime back, was an assistant at some conference for all the desalination bigwigs. stood around at the back while all the profs took their turns at the pedestal, presenting their work. to kill some time, i tried listening in on wat they were droning on and on and on abt. im not known to be particularly bright at the best of times, but i felt downright dumb then.

the airhead's gotta fill some of the space up there now.

didn't apply for the SIA thingy in the end, im sorry garry for not doing so. wasted all your work.

c'mon, c'mon, please let the application go thru... c'mon c'mon!

pass? shoot?

sheesh, i just got myself booted from the amateur team awhile ago. from an email somemore. im more than a tad irritated; im positively livid and purple with anger. of course, having a word or two with the coach didn't help, neither did takin off my jersey and tossin it aside onto the floor in gametime. ditto questioning him. but then again, if i honestly think he isn't up to it, with nary a hair of tactical acumen, what am i to do?

according to him, "You are actually a good skilled player, but it is actually you lack of full court movement and experience when playing full court." and my lack of positioning.

true that, my lack of experience.
but if your idea of good positioning is to stand by the wings and wait for things to happen, regardless, im afraid i cant realy subscribe to tt theory.

and im too slow. true that again, im not as fast as i once was, but i bloody guarantee im easily, by a mile, the fastest in the team. over any bloody f**king distance. well, except maybe 10k.

and i turn over the ball too much. true yet again, im guilty of that. i did throw away/mispassed the ball 3-4 times. but then again, who was the only one who actually turned back to prevent the fast break? to cover up for someone else's blooper? not once at that.

and the guy who subbed me looked like a beached whale, both words intended literally, after awhile. shoot, he was playin on a bad leg. and the coach would rather stick with him? who threw up 2 consecutive 3 pt bricks, one of them an airball? if those weren't turnovers, wat was?

wanted me to train up my legs, till they're as big as his. so i can be faster. now, who wud make that kind of statement besides a misinformed fella who thinks the world of himself? true, my legs are like chopsticks, heck they're almost as skinny as most girls. that doesn't necessarily equate to lack of zip.

apparently, there's gonna be a trial in the near future. should i go? or should i hook up with another? this one's sponsored, the other isn't. heck, im think im still goin, just to see if i can cut it.

ok, rant over!

September 13

whirly whirly wishy
nonsense aside.

fake curly mop. weakness for cats. rears murderous killer hamsters at home.
paintbrush hold on pens. tallie-turned-shortie. kpo.

happy birthday maureen.

friday

for some reason, i had quite a spot of trouble remembering wat day of the week it was today, or rather yesterday. first i thought it was wed, den a few hours later i had the notion that it was sat.

and accordin to this sweet little lass, who's all of 18 years old, im a poser, a wannabe, AND a punk. how i can manage to be all 3 at once is beyond me. take back the sweet in the earlier sentence.

*shriek

and shriek, i didn't. strangled, choked cries, i did though. with much practice.

totally befuddled as to why they are where they are. what with me living on the topmost storey, u'd figure that cockroaches wud make their unwelcome appearances few and far between wudn't u?

but no, them blasted critters just keep appearin in the most unprepared circumstances.

try lying back on ur bed, ruffling ur blanket, when suddenly one of the black winged shits crawl out between the folds almost nonchalantly? gosh, shriek i did sial.

or just when ur in the toilet goin about ur own business when again, one of them, and it alwas has to be those biggies, those of the flyin variety, skitters across the wall. also a mega decibel inducing scenario.

luckily there's always the trusty roach slayer, the arch nemesis of all six legged, big winged, roaches, ever ready in my home. my ma. always rushin to the rescue, tissue in hand, on full standby mode. sometimes, no tissue, foot also can. superpowered roach slayer.