it's about time...

well. when your last post was about being happy that your team negotiated a tricky tie and then ended up with crappy (and that's being kind mind you) back-to-back results, you'd naturally want to take another break from blogging...

ok lah. i lied. i've just been lazy as usual without that many interesting things to write about. though, come to think of it, my boring little life has had a few injections of the odd moment out of the ordinary.

though really, seeing united lose 4-1 and 2-0 just plain sucks.

right. enough about football.

school's finally winding down. and honestly, just thinking about leaving the relatively comfortable and secure arms of academia and entering a new phase of life is pretty daunting. while i might have one more module than the rest of my classmates from bmcd1 0612a/m11 to go, i can't help but wonder where the road of life is going lead me next. especially when you factor in the reality and fear of today's current economic climate.

even without that scary thought of that horrible word, recession, there are so many questions going through my head. can i really graduate and go out there and do well in my job? what do i want to do? do i want to write? or do i want to use my voice? can i find something that suits my interests? or will i have to slog a while with something i don't quite like before finding something that's more me? or is something i cannot even start to comprehend waiting for me around the corner?

whatever the answer, the future is just as exciting as it is worrying. i guess all lil' ole me can do is get myself ready to meet this darn thing head on...

(and i'm starting to miss everyone already. =\)

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as most of you already know by now, i've become an immense fan of house. it's my new poison alongside bleach and the returning (and possibly last) season of transformers animated. hugh laurie is just insanely talented, especially when you realise that house and that airhead aristocrat george from blackadder are one and the same actor. caustic wit, great characters and holmesian style detective work with some very real philosophies wrapped up in the guise of a medical drama. house just plain rocks.

it's also bloody awesome that we share the same name.

on the other hand, it does make me wonder. is house just being house by being the manipulative, egoistic and sarcastic bastard that he is? or is it just a front for him to prevent himself from getting too involved with his patients? is it for the better that we make decisions we feel are right, everyone else's point of view be damned? or are relationships more important? is it better to be miserable so all that's left is up? or should we live life and be happy and leave ourselves open to disappointment and vulnerability?

whoever said tv was just trash that made your brain rot?

or maybe i just think too much.

it wasn't an easy game...

but two-nil to the red devils means hello quarter finals. the quintuple is still on lads.

COME ON YOU REDS! *beams*

it raised my blood pressure again...

but i will still not get involved.

i will not. i will not. i will not.

God grant me the patience.

politics sucks...

but i will not get involved.

no fuh-reaking way.

this is why news people don't wear green. take note kids.

well... i didn't really expect that...

drivers, have you ever been ranted at by an angry, incoherent indian guy who stops you at the traffic light in the rain along still road because you almost hit his van while you were driving... i dunno... straight?

if you ever suffer from such a phenomenon, like lau did while we were on the way to parkway, i have the following recommendations.

1) ignore the raving bas*ard and let him cool down in the rain. see how long it takes before he decides that he's had enough.

2) use leonard's patented three response reply for appearing interested in a conversation. "oh?... yah... izzit?" with a "...then?..." thrown in every 5 minutes. tone is everything. rinse and repeat. like 1, see how long he can tahan in the rain.

3) something along the line of 2. play along. keep nodding your head and saying "ok" and "yup" and just stall for time. wait for the rain to get heavier and heavier or for the guy behind the van to get fed up and start horning. better still, wait for the traffic cops to come and tell them that this gentleman over here has been politely telling you about the dangers of driving straight on a straight road and how careful you should be.

4) take a look at him, then just look back at the traffic light. when it turns green, just put the pedal to the metal and leave him to eat your exhaust.