Full House

Achievement, achievement. Completed watching the show Full House in 3 days.





Song Hae Gyo is too pretty and Rain is too cute.





Good plot, good actors, satisfying. Very satisfying

Now what other shows can I get my hands on?
Or should I do something more productive for this so-called "holiday" period?

Imagine A Little Man Holding A Feather and Residing in My Throat.

Yes, do imagine that.

(It'll explain my coughing fits perfectly.) Until I find another logical reason for that, I think I may only have a few months to live.

But of course, I can always get a second opinion from the Doctor. I don't know why I didn't and allowed my imagination to run as well as my coughing fits.

So now, I'm gonna feel like an old man with respiratory problems and a spoilt throat. Could you do me a favour and advise me to see the doctor immediately? I am a highly unmotivated lass, I realised.

Maybe when Charlene Sivalingam returns from Turkey and brings back a chicken, I'll go to the doctor then. Okay, I'm babbling nonsense.

I shall stop now for fear of embarrassing myself and my still-intact self-made (teehee) intelligence.

A brighter shade of blue black

I shall attempt to look at today's Friendly against the girls from "the cheena school with the nice cheena gate and lake" with a positive attitude.

Firstly, we were mobbed like popstars in our opponents presence.
Oh yes, you all wanted a piece of us, don't you?

Like POPSTARS! They wanted our stomachs, our shirts, and poor Eileen's shorts too.
And to think I talked to the girl who was shoving her elbow into my stomach, and I said "Can you stop pushing me? Don't push me leh. Stop pushing me la."

And when we ran, they did stop pushing. They pulled instead.
Eileen's shorts! Hands! Everywhere!

And that was when pull came to shove. MAY-HEM MAY-HEM. (Even though it's November.)
Free for all! Free for all!

The match ended 32-39 in their favour. But even so, we didn't walk away with a complete loss.
We gained so much experience from that game (and bruises, and scratches, but hey, who's counting?)

Although I should knock myself out for missing every shot I missed.
It's a team game. It's a team game. It's a team game.

And that match has proven, that basketball is a game of many faces, many strategies, many tricks and many unexpected scenes.
But that't why, that's precisely why, we're all lovin' it.

REDHEAD Joyce from WKWSCINTU said I remind her of Lee Chun Wah.

I'm wondering if its the hair.

But then, it's kinda impossible if its the hair.

DON'T you cross the line, you SOB.

Some english football team Luton's manager, Mike Newell, has complained of the use of a female linesman in football after assistant referee Amy Rayner failed to give his team a penalty in Saturday's League Championship match, which saw his side crumble to a 2-3 defeat.

This is what he said.

"She shouldn't be here. I know that sound sexist, but I am sexist. This is not park football, so what are women doing here?"

He goes on.

"It is bad enough with the incapable referees and linesmen we have. But if you start bringing in women, you have big problems."

Yes, miser Newell. You are right. We do have big probles with the referees and linesmen. Then why the hell do you think females are popping up in your fields? To water the grass? To plant flowers in the goal net?

Oh no, miser Newell. You must be mistaken. As you've said, this is not park football. There is no need to plant flowers anyway, this is no park.

Why then, are you spiteful of a human that in your view has less balls than her male counterparts? As a matter of fact, if you count carefully, she has more balls, both physically and mentally. If she's gonna be the first, I've got news for you, she ain't gonna be the last.

So live with it. As you have lived with the, in your own words, "incapable referees and linesman" in your entire career. (Don't sleep with it. Live with it.)

My first foray into the gym and I have to discover that I have weak butt muscles.

Nevertheless, happy birthday Cheryl!

A message I received on MSN.

ingenue says:
just wanna say three things.. 1)hey!, 2)hope you're doing good, 3)remember you still have a friend called shazzana! -end of message-

I read in Digital Life (today's issue) that industries are reading the commoners blog to get nuggets and comments about their products and services.

So read this, all you Microsoft geeks.

Internet Explorer 7 is a stubborn idiotic mule.

And my reason?

I cannot get into a friend's blog, even after repeatedly clicking that I DO NOT MIND POP-UPS. Just get me into the damn blog, I say!

Now now. I know, it's a new application, and its FREE. With all us SinghKapo-reans' penchant for Freeware, we should be grateful. I hear ya. I am grateful, even though I woke up one day, switched on my computer and THERE IT WAS! Like a gift from heaven.

But even so, if I want to get into somebody's blog, please get me into somebody's blog. How do we explore the internet if you, the INTERNET EXPLORER doesn't let me, the EXPLOR-EE go to places where pop-ups have gone before?

Meantime, I shall continue clicking on the "ALLOW POP UPS in this site" button until I really have to pee.

Did you see your mood sitting on the slides and swings?

bells and whistles and alarms going off in my head.
I think it's time I get really serious about my studies.

Of training and 816.

This week has been e-learning week in my school. E-learning, as Jingting puts it equals to No learning. Which is kinda true in my case, as I fall prey to the millions of distractions out there, including a certain song that goes "Fast and fuLioussss,Drift. Drift. Drift."

Futsal training in NIE on Wednesday night. I was looking so forward to it that I almost fell over. But around 4plus, the sky opened up and a thousand cats and dogs fell down.

Yes my dear, it rained cats and dogs.

And because it takes a very long time to travel to school, my mum and sister advised me not to go. Their exact words were," Aiyoh, don't siao la. Go school just to play soccer."

Boo.

But thursday came along and basketball training in Lorong Ah Soo went fine. There were only 8 of us, and somehow, I was tired out. Stupid lack of stamina. Moreover, I was suffering from the curse of the gym. I'm always not free when the girls plan to go to the gym because of school. Girls! Will join you guys for gym when my holidays come!

Mmmmm.... I want lil' biceps.

24 hours later, it's friday aka today, and I had to go to school for Speech tutorial and lab assignment.

I had my impromptu speech today, and when I opened the slip, it said "TRUTH". Okay, now you try coming up with a good speech with the topic "Truth" in an instant. I hope I did okay though.

And then there was the chaotic moments in 816 where the two girls beside me went hysterical. Over who could tag the fastest on some poor guy's blog. Feli, JT=Berserk.

Really have to use whatever time to study. Think I can officially be labelled a "Struggling Student" now. Every set of results that come back shows not much improvement. Am I really playing too much?

Somebody said University would be easier than JC.
Somebody lied.

Or maybe I'm not doing what I should.
Okay, I think I'm screwed. Am I not trying hard enough?

I think i'm not.

Never thought the day would come where Jas holds up a handbag with great pride and a pretty pout.