28 Sept

just as our local pinoys zero in on lucky plaza, the thais hit golden mile on their weekends, and just as how mustafa is honey to the indians' bees, jurong point or at least the area just outside is the hangout of choice for our bangla nationals. come weekend, multitudes of them convene there, holdin hands and lounging/lying on the concrete slope right outside the mrt station. perfect 45 degree angle too, the slope. perfect for viewing the night sky.

i might be a bit wrong, they might not all be banglas, i have a bit of a dificulty tellin them apart. prolly just like how some angmohs comment that us yellow skinned chinese look all the same to them.

and they all dress up too, lookin very spiffy indeed, some of them. one had on a swanky velvety fedora. and i spied someone in a waistcoat too. maybe i'll see some in shades this sat night.

19 Sept

logged into the old punting sites, and was tickled pink by the sight of the odds being offered. odds being offered on my old BMT mate, that is. by golly, there are odds offered on just abt anythin it seems these days.

what's the going rates on the latest paris album being the only one ever? im being extremely biased, seein how i've not had a listen at all but since we're all in a bettin mood today, i'd wager you 2 dollars that it stinks stinks stinks to the high high high heavens.

kendrick, badminton extraordinaire, up against some dunno-who. rate: -0.6, if memory serves. read: for every 10 buckeroos punted, u stand to lose just 6 if kendrick's downed, and a full tenner's sitting pretty in ur pocket if he beats the odds and sends dunno-who home.

he lost tho.

boo.

PS: i did not wager anything.

17 Sept

agassi retired. and he most definitely will not make like a certain other icon with a bald pate and say "i'm back."

but like the other ball dribbling icon, he was out to make a statement in his early days. MJ had his baggy shorts, which would most certainly qualify as tight these days, what with people rocking shorts halfway down their knees, and his gold chain, and his magnetic grin. Agassi had his mullet, the neon pink shirts, denim shorts, and his Air Tech Challenges in neon shades. and his refusal to play in Wimbledon.

seeing pictures of his tear streaked face on tv breaks hearts. not that im an avid follower of tennis, not by a far lobshot, but its always sad to see legends go. gimme nadal over federer any day though. hope andre's come to terms with it.

9 Sept

signed into msn a few days ago, and wat a sight to behold. turtles, turtles and yet some more turtles. colony of them shelled reptiles living in the contact list! alrighty, i might have been exaggerating a tad on that front, but still, there was a least a happy little turtle family living alongside stormclouds, roses, split hearts et al.

turns out its a silent show of respect for the croc-man stevie irwin, who'd just passed away as a result of a stingray barb puncturing his chest.

condolences to the people who survived him, it sure feels tough losing someone to an freak accident. but to be totally honest, i cant help but feel ever so indifferent, especially when compared to some people, who might as well hv been languishing in profound sorrow, judging from their responses. put us side by side, and u'd hv thought i have a quartz crystal tickin inside me in place of the regular standard issue pump.

1 Sept

industrial alcohol and eyes
do not a good combination make,
oh no, not at all for Pete's sake,
felt like they were right in a bake,
like only they could be slaked
by a dip in an icy lake