i've decided finally that SMU it will be. the allure of NUS has long diminished, and my pipe-dream of Canada fades even more remotely away with each passing day. that means i'll be staying in Singapore, contrary to my expectations of years past. princess is right: i've always been the type to be rooted to where i am and enjoy my surroundings no matter how absurdly [including my love-hate of Singapore]. it was funny how i was watching trees and lamp-posts whizz by on the bus back from bugis and thinking to myself, 'So, i'll be here for another 4 more years at least; seeing the same trees and lamp-posts, watching my favourite haunts evolve with the face of Singapore...'

i have such a long list of reasons for staying, but perhaps few are more integral than the fact that i know i'll be going overseas for full-time missions in the end. i'm not going to be the disappearing child of my family and i'll stay with them while i still can.

sigh. i have so many thoughts in my head but no words or will to express them.

maybe fergie isn't gonna miss you and the fans are gonna stop chanting your name after the first few games. but you were always my idol poacher, the goal-getter from nowhere and a player i always looked forward to seeing on the pitch. for your 150 goals. for that impossible goal that curled in from the bye-line. for that omnipotence in the box and the amazing ability to break the offside trap. for all your lack of athleticism, tricks and attractiveness, you were one helluva a football player. i'm gonna miss you ruudy. i'll wear your jersey proudly.

the sale of van Nistelrooy aside, today was a pretty good day. i got back a european history essay: 18/22 from edna tan!!! the highest ever. whee! and 22/25 for Int'l History SBQ, which is an L6. i've never felt so reassured by my grades in JC. to top it all off, i enjoyed the half-day with girlfriend and vernie, first by getting mr young's prezzie then heading down to thai noodle house, which vernie enjoyed methinks. it's good to enjoy time off with the two best people to happen to me in college :)

i played a good game of football with the kids at ngee ann primary, but acquired a good deal of blisters in the process. twas a timely change of plan, seeing how my brain wasn't actually in the frame to tackle any more math problems which i'm sure i'd subsequently screw up. after that, i headed down for a brief hello at dax young's place, which exudes bachelor. i missed most of the fun, but it was good to be with my class, who've made my time in college [which is coming to an end] a lot more enjoyable than my sec school in *ugh* VS. hooray for A52!

the major blip in the day was how my expedition to funan ended in failure, because civilization iv: warlords isn't out yet *sad pout*

oh, i was also extremely cheesed off [read: fuming/oozing with rage/etc] by something that i was told happened. one does not, in any measure, pedestal oneself above one's peers, especially when one has an output that sucks so bad, it could vacuum clean 24hrs. i know i should calm down, be forgiving and what-not, but this is outrageous! gr. i have no respect for that person whatsoever.

ok, self-righteous outburst over. the day continues into evening with normalcy.

curses. the last post i was typing closed upon itself because my clumsy fingers accidentally pressed something somewhere and now the post is lost forever in the deep recesses of cyberspace. joy. i thought the same happened to my previous post but somehow blogger.com managed to save it despite their absolute malfunction when i was trying to publish it. hooray for technology, boon of our lives and saviour of the world.

ok mike, you're seriously deranged.

today was a regular thursday in any case, with my mental faculties at the start of the day in prime condition and ending with the capacity of about a two-yr-old. my day only starts proper after 1245, if one dismisses the incongruous econs tutorial in the morning, and carries on into the late afternoon.

history lecture today was exceptionally boring, because edna tan was trying to rush through the notes, meaning she not only read off the notes, but skimmed through the points haphazardly as well. history s brightened my day as always, with sayers covering the nature of the superpowers. then came cook and his ominous econs lessons. our displacement by some upstart JC1 Physics H3 class meant that poor us had to squeeze into an under-sized container classroom. so now, half my butt is hurting because i had to share a table and chair with left-handed george on my left. waha. to make matters worst, mr cook outdid himself and managed to cover half the lesson in 2.5 hrs, with the lesson ending promptly at 6pm.

so, 6pm. i briefly adios-ed princess off to dinner, had a nice chat with george and tash and ended up at yoshi in PP for dinner and study. well, i had dinner, but there were too many distractions to study. i saw a lesbian couple snogging in the hidden corner of yoshi, then "you're beautiful" and "bad day" played simultaneously [i don't know whether to laugh or cry whenever i hear james blunt's infamous guit riff]. to make matters worse, my brain refused to assimilate what little of the virtues of Theory of Income Determination and Employment i was trying to absorb. saturation, i think.

i decided to stroll around PP for half an hour and watched people read books in MPH, admire the way water sploshes about in the fountain and lose myself in the urban crowd that defines singapore. i finally sat myself at starbucks to sip a java chip frap, watching pedestrians jaywalk while actually understanding Keynesian income theory.

on that note, i feel a strange mix of absurdity and disbelief as i see myself transform magically from a toad into a muggertoad [sorry, inside joke]. it's as if the virtues of singapore society have ingrained themselves into my thick skull and i'm beginning to appreciate the beauty of burying my head int notes and books.

well, not really actually. i don't ever feel like i'm studying, maybe except for today. i enjoy understanding econs and history, because i find the thought-process and analytical skills involved very useful and practical. and i like the subject matter [esp for history] too. that helps. pity i'll be giving history up as an academic subject in uni :(

sidenote: i have the strangest studying techniques. if you ever catch me studying for more than 15min at a time, i've either fallen asleep and you have't noticed, or you're looking at the wrong person. i flip through my notes on market structures for about 5min, look around and watch grass grow, take a walk to the toilet, come back, sit down and read for another 5-10min before analysing the coffee stains on the table for another 5min. fine, fine, castigate me for my sheer attention deficit, but i can't sit down and mug! life is too interesting and distracting, and it'd be such a pity to miss all that because you have to spend 3hrs of your life being tested on stuff you'll never need to rmbr again. anyway, distraction helps your mind focus. or for me at least. argh. i'm weird.

AH. it's 945 already. kai called, so i was momentarily distracted for a while [ah yes, one of the few distractions that i cannot handle well with studying]. and i need to shower and sleep because methinks i'm running on a sleep deficit. random shoutout to ling and saiful, my fellow cheapskates! love you guys! ok that was very random. like my humpty dumpty drawing on my econs notes. ARGH. ok. sleep. sleep sleep sleep.

how much do i give? a little? a lot? just enough? and what defines 'just enough' anyway? i've never been sure, and especially not now.

when you called, you were utterly irresistable. whenever i've wavered, faltered or hesistated, you've come straight away to reassure me i'm on the right track. it's not always been the way for most things, but you've left me in no uncertain terms where my path leads.

but you've given me but the finish line in sight without the road map. i expected obstacles, i just don't know if i'm ready to handle them. sometimes i don't even know if those are real obstacles in the distance or figments of my imaginative fear. perhaps a combination of both. i want to curl up in confused tears but you remind me to keep running, running, running. so i do.

a momentary turn of the head and i witness the trail you've helped me through and that warms my heart with an encouraging faith that no freezing cold can ever overcome. it often comes really close though, and drains me to weakness. i need you to keep by my side, because i know i could never go it alone. i never have, but somehow that never stops me from fearing that it might happen - silly, you tell me.

perhaps somewhere in my confused angst, your light will continue to glow and shine increasngly irresistably, as it did the first day it ever shone in my heart.

I
i've been praying for an opportunity to work in the BB. i hated my time in the BB in the 2nd Company because what they did was a lot of tosh and i felt that the emphasis was on drill and winning competitions rather than spiritual development. today, charles [my brother's friend] asked if i would like to be an officer in the BB at ACS(I). i can't begin to describe how excited i felt; even though it'll be a while before i can serve there, i can't wait. i've never told anyone this dream except dearest Father in heaven. God listens, then opens His mouth through the Christians around me.

II
i screwed up my drumming during service today. ok, so maybe i have high standards but it was perceptibly bad. usually i'd feel rather crap about it but something ping loong said caught my ear: "in spite of all the screw-ups, we still managed to worship God". made me think, a timely reminder that Jesus died to make us God-like in spirit, not god-like in gifts. so i'll pursue professional excellence in what i do, but i know that the focus is should be on God, not me. crafted circumstances, and that deep desire to know Him better is quenched by what He allows to happen to me, for my growth.

III
it's that quiet assurance that God loves me and forgives me, even when i mess up. i know i'm rather imperfect. knowing that God still speaks to me, a normal person, and gives me visions and dreams, showing me part of His heart, and i know that God is amazing. be it talking about history with my newly-found history buff churchmates, playing football with them or having YG weekly with my group, i know God is there, He listens, and watches over everyone there. somehow, the sermon always seems to touch on something specific i've been thinking about. God is good, and He listens.

Your grace still amazes me
Your love is still a mystery
Each day i fall on my knees
'Cause Your grace still amazes me

love you God :)

destination SMU (?)

i've been flitting around the different unis i can go to, from NUS to Canadian unis and looking as far abroad as the UK at one stage. but after mik's dad took a bunch of us on a tour of the new SMU campus, i think i may have finally found the best option for my post-JC education. i've always been fearful of the distance/independence factor of overseas universities, because i don't feel ready for it. NUS just looked like a good choice because FASS has some really neat courses and everyone seems to go there anyway.

now that i've got a much clearer picture of SMU, i feel the saiful-groove man!!! haha... for the, the college is beautiful! everything about it is so gorgeous, from the fantastic gym facilities to the library which would make an interior designer envious. i've been to NUS quite a few times and i've been comfortable there rather than excited. but from the minute i walked into the SMU campus to the moment i stepped out, i felt totally hyped up and i couldn't ignore the blast of life and excitement that hit me square in the face. i could actually see myself enjoying going to school, as i sometimes feel going to VJC [rather than my anti-schoolness of VS days].

besides that, the curriculum offered under the Social Science degree looks a lot more exciting [and understandable] than the NUS one, which i still don't quite grasp. of course, NUS still has some really good courses, like the elective on religions and all, but it's not as if the SMU one is much worse. it's just different and i don't mind the change. all i can pray for now is a successful application, because it's gonna be ultra-competitve... eek! well, i'll leave that in God's hands.

in other news, i had dinner and dessert with kai's dad today. haha... it wasn't quite as harrowing as 'meet the parents' sessions are often made out to be, largely because kai's dad talks a lot and is rather open, which helped avoid awkward silences. we ate at akashi japanese restaurant down at paragon, and i departed from my usual cha-soba to have a bowl of udon. the food there was pretty good, though i suppose i'm spoiled by the fantastic japanese restaurant near my place which is rather more expensive. the udon was good nonetheless, and it's supposedly healthy, so i feel healthy now :P

we took a long walk to Far East Shopping Centre, where we made a little pitstop at Wheelock to watch an amateur rock band busk a song. i shall refrain from being too professionally scathing; they're on the right track but need some work. anyway, we headed to chinatown for chinese dessert paste. i tried some of kai's dad's black sesame paste and had my own walnut paste, which were both warm, pasty and nice :D kai had an almond paste which i didn't try, but since i foresee her parents wanting to interrogate me a lot more, i don't think that'll be the last time i visit that place :)

ok, slouching on my chair again, feeling tiredly happy. oh gosh i should stop creating words on my blog and start typing in proper english. when i feel englishy enough.

tis the end of a long, draining week and i'm thankful for the self-imposed hiatus. not really missing anything in school; GP, Int'l History... nah i think the marginal utility of sleep far outweighed the satisfaction for going to school [lol. too much studying]

here's something i haven't enjoyed for ages: slouching in my purple chair which rocks haphazardly, listening to my favourite Jars of Clay hits without needing to fret about replying SMSes or rushing h/w [except SBQ maybe]. in the distant background, the crickets are barely audible, reminding me i'm still somewhere in bukit timah, which has been my home and retreat ever since i returned from australia.

my room isn't the ideal sanctuary, sometimes tainted impurely or a tsunami-hit mess, but it'll do for me and my time with God. the soundproof walls cloister me from the world when i want them to, my proximity to the road reopens that door when i choose to creak my windows open.

as you grow older, your circle of friends increasingly widens; more voices to draw you from your loneliness but also to tempt you from your solitude. when you're attached, there's always someone looking out for you and loving you; a cuppa for the heart, but an unwitting distraction from the Lord who sent the love of your life into your life in the first place.

so, God seals the windows, closes the door, puts on a record and silences me from the world. listen to me, He whispers into my ear. touch me, i shiver unworthily. want me, and my heart sinks with guilt, knowing that i haven't thirsted for the Lord as i should be.

love me. because i loved you unendingly before time had an end.

i don't believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now

and all the roads we have to walk are winding
and all the lights that lead us there are blinding
there are many things that i would like to say to you
but i don't know how

dear groopeas and TSDians, a reverberation of the love and tributes that will undoubtedly fill the blogosphere. who imagined after our 'cult-session' introduction last year to TSD that it would end this way, in streams of happy tears and warm embraces that we resent to relinquish.

i rmbr my turbulent entry into groopeas, wondering if i was fit to be in TSD. how mik, mak, ming, bob, vern and yish turned my TSD life around, i will never forget, over a pile of Munchkin cards, dinner and love. our mediterranean lunch was enjoyable i hope, and i hope the true believers will always keep the faith. GROOPEAS OUTING!!!!

my heart is heavy, with guilt that i gave too little sometimes, or with disappointment, that there were so many things in TSD i wanted to do but never did. but now isn't the time to wallow in regret because i have no regrets about joining this course. for giving me sleepless nights. trudging out of school at 2am. dropping lit. feeling inferior. they wash away when i realise how TSD has been God's tool in grooming me and i smile.

most of all, TSD brought me to kai and vernie. i remember the distant days when people used to put vernie and i together, and how silly it all looks now. i remember declaring how kai was the kind of girl i would love deeply as a friend but never as a girlfriend. how silly. then i remember how i told kai i loved her. and when i told vernie, how she did all she could to set us up -big warm group hug for my favouritest schoolmates-

our parents went for supper today at a bak chor mee stall [mr brown anyone?]. it was nice for our parents to meet, since these are the people who have defined my college life more than anyone else. my food junkie princess and my scarlet rosed girlfriend. how we go out together, eat together, complain together and love each other.

it felt like meet the in-laws on one hand. yes, i do want to marry kai, and i hope her parents like me and see that i really care for her and won't hurt their precious daughter. on the other hand, it was hilarious to finally trace the influences of vernie's parents on my dearest princess. haha... when we grow up and if vernie don't find a boyfriend, kai and i will get married, buy an apartment and get princess to move in :) it'd be so fun to grow up together...

alright, the sentimentality can wait. i'm feeling immensely blissful and sad at once

hold on, hold on... don't be scared
you'll never change what's been and gone
may your smile shine on
don't be scared, may your destiny keep you warm

'05 TSD would like to thank all and sundry for the best 1.5 years of our lives

"Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted" - Matt 5:4

Broken, I come to You for Your touch restores my life

God, You're in charge; write my story

i don't think i've cried or seen people cry so much in one day.

i don't think i've sworn so much in 10 sec on the phone.

it's just a fricking bad day, with tear-stained cheeks, coffee-stained pants and a lot of confusion. all my attempts at trying to make today better or cheer self/others up have ended in dismal failure.

officially tagged worst day of the year/life/etc.

i just watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2 which was quite a letdown. too much nonsense, too much humour and too little plot. watch Thank You for Smoking instead. a much better show to spend 7.50/8.50/9.50 on. if movies are ever worth that amount. i'd much rather invest in a VCD/DVD, stick into a computer and watch it with lovely company [besides girlfriend, good friends lah!] :)

that said, bryan's mum paid for everything today so i had quite a lot of fun with bryan for good memories before he leaves on Sat for Melbourne again. i'm glad we've snuck in two movies this week. it's good to talk to him, even if only for a bit. and i'm glad kai got to meet him. he's such a nice beng :P

today's like the lull after a hurricane has passed, watching silent mouths moving and shuffling feet. i'm just glad everyone's a bit more loving, forgiving and understanding today. even if it's only lip service. or just avoiding confrontation. maybe i'm naturally adverse to conflict, but i hate it when people argue a lot or cause a lot of dissent. especially when the problem is avoidable and i love both parties involved. well, glad that's over for now :) will still be loving the juniors as much as i love my batch. the course is coming to an end for me anyway.

sleep sleep sleep.

perhaps my penchant for history is kicking in with extra force, but it's amazing how i can be so emotionally affected by an incident which i've not actually witnessed. it's like research, where you dig up the clues from various sources with different viewpoints and reach a balanced conclusion. except that i'm just more confused now.

i've talked to juniors. i've heard quite a lot from the seniors. and i've been imagining what chaos it must have been in my head. and if it's that messy in my imagination, i'm glad i wasn't witness to it. i'm not going to take sides. i think my batch said what they wanted to say, be it with tact and sensitivity or otherwise. and i think the juniors had a right to feel aggrieved. maybe that's why i've been rounding their blogs, tagging. or wondering how to cheer pple up, senior and junior alike. i just feel like i have to do something, because my heart aches if i don't.

perhaps it's inherently selfish to feel that way, since i've grown to love my batchmates over the course of our 1.5 yrs of TSD but also come to love the juniors through working with them this year. i don't know. how do i tread on a line that doesn't even seem to exist?

one thing i know is that i want to relinquish TSD after my final performance this sunday. i'll always rmbr TSD for bringing me kai and vernie, for groopeas, for my multitude of friends that i've made. for pulling me out of my self-pity over evelyn. lots of things. but it has also broken my heart over a lot of things as well, and, perhaps as the junior batch must surely be feeling now, a wash of bittersweet.

i just want to give my family and friends something to be proud of on sunday, then no more. i'll still act in church, still support kai if she pursues a theatre career, but for me, theatre from sunday on is dead in me. there is simply too much blunt emotion. an impossible balance between 'niceness' and 'ruthlessness'. everything is so fleeting in theatre, like every moment that passes, then it's gone.

it just warms my heart to see the juniors rally around each other, even if it is against the senior batch. it's these bonds that are most impt in TSD, more than anything else. and i want to give Lofty a fitting farewell, not a ragtag bunch of squabbling juveniles who have learned nothing from a course as demanding as TSD.

and that is my through-line for the final hurrah before the curtain closes once and for all.

it was with some scepticism that i followed my mum to that chinese massage place she's been raving abt for weeks. i think i tend not to trust anything with the propensity to be dubious/shady/etc... even with my mum recommendation. but heck, my shoulders and back were aching so badly that i decided i might as well give the place a shot. it's only 5 min from home, my mum says they're not ex [she's paying anyway] and that they're good. fine, mum.

ok, so the place looks respectable enough. everything is quite open, with the foot reflexologists visible and noone wearing dubiously skimpy clothing. as i later ascertained from my mum, they're mostly from china, and the sound like it too. my mum leads to me to where i should go and then i'm on my own.

oh boy.

i swear my shoulders got ripped off by that woman. if anyone ever thought that males were the superior sex, they haven't visited the aunty i will now call "Elbows of Steel". i've been told before that my muscles are very tense, but Elbows of Steel elbowed her steel into my malleable shoulder muscles. thank goodness i was facedown otherwise i sear she would've laughed her head off at the growing grimace on my face.

so i had an entire hour having a first-hand experience of the Biblical analogy of God being the Potter and me being the clay. although rubber might be more apt because that's how my whole body feels like right now. i tried to distract myself by trying to decipher the thickly-accented chinese of the people talking outside but that strategy could hardly work when i could feel my fingers being lobbed off.

that said, i feel a lot better. still a bit sore in the shoulders and back but apparently it's supposed to feel very suang after 2 days. i'll see. for now, i'll start drafting my letter to MINDEF, to make a trip to a chinese massage parlour compulsory for all enlistees.

Germany 3 Portugal 1

thus ends my World Cup 2006. no, i'm not watching the final because i have a visceral distaste for the italians and french and will not disrupt my lovely sleep to watch them play. anyway, i think the 3rd place playoff was a rousing finale. there wasn't the gripping tension of a final, so the two sides played some really good, open football. the fact that the first half ended 0-0 was more telling of some poor finishing rather than poor play.

both portugal and germany played some nifty tricks and delicate passes throughout, and ronaldo had one of his best games in his career [imho], deco was instrumental and figo embellished his cameo with a lovely assisting cross. but the day really belonged to bastian schweinsteiger [who has the most german name ever, according to mak]. he scored two cracking goals and set up the a-bit-sad-case portugese own goal with a brilliant free kick. the first was a bit tyco lah, with the sheer speed and unpredictable spin of the ball helping with his shot. the second was exquisite though, pumped right into the side of the net from out the area.

Germany it is then, for 3rd place. a bit sad for Portugal, but they can't score, so it's too bad. Kahn gets his farewell, Figo a bittersweet swansong, Schweinsteiger and Ronaldo look to have very bright futures and it's a great day for world football.

oh, and i watched Finding Nemo at my cousin's place today [for the 6th time]. everytime they get to the typically-disney parts, i still feel all weepy inside, even though i've watched it so many times and it's so contrived. it's just a very sweet movie that would ndoubtedly repel owlballs but i love nonetheless :D

alright, it's 530am. i should get some sleep. have to be early in church tmr. at least i sent out two emails tonight, more to follow suit soon.

From the "40Day06" material:

"The service and death of Jim Elliot and his fellow missionariesin 1956 in the jungles of Ecuador have become a defining moment in missionary history. Five young men in the prime of their lives were speared to death by the Waodani tribe at the beginning of their mission. Their bodies were found in a river, pierced with spears and hacked by machetes. One body was swept away and never found. It all seemed likesuch a senseless and tragic waste."

"Yet their martyrdom set in motion a chain of events thatcontinue to reverberate around the world today. The familymembers of the slain missionaries continued the team's work, living with the very people who murdered their husbands and fathers. The message of forgiveness and reconciliation stunned the tribe. Before long, murderers and headhunters became pastors and evangelists."

"A Christian conference in Amsterdam not too long ago highlighted this famous missionary story. 10,000 pastors and evangelists were in attendance. When asked how many had been influenced by the martyrdom of the five missionaries,half the delegates stood to their feet."

"He is no fool to give up what he cannot keep, to gain what he cannot lose." - Jim Elliot

I hear this same story so many times, but it never ceases to shake me to core and ask myself, "Have I given God so much?" perhaps one day i'll finally, finally understand in the deepest recess of my heart that all glory goes to God and He's always in charge.

whee. feeling God's peace and presence as now, i never know what to do but smile because He loves me. my heart beats for You

i keep coming back to this, but i'm always reminded that there are always a lot of other people in my life whom i often neglect to appreciate explicitly but have done a tremendous amount in my life. it's always girlfriend, princess, kimkangsmife, corrie occasionally and groopeas [as a collective group]. but i was sitting back and thinking about others and i think i smiled a lot :)

i was thinking especially abt shar, who has the rare gift of being able to crack the most retarded but genuinely-funny joke in the world to make me smile and laugh on a shitty day. i dunno what makes a friendship click; in our case, maybe sharing the same birthday or crazy tunes on crazy car pool rides to school for a year. i read her blog entries so often, and smile at the little anecdotes or quirky stories. shar, if you're reading this, sorry for the lengthiness, but you're a v v great friend to have. yeah!

ok, i shan't dwell too long on personal issues that make me smile. shall send personal emails laden with profuse thanks and a big smile to recognised parties XD will take quite some time, but since i'm slacking/not studying/etc i might as well do something productive with my time.

on the phone with girlfriend so my blog entry will be abruptly cut here because mike is distracted :)

just finished a typically-hilarious game of german bridge with my siblings [yeah, it rocks to be one of four!]. as a little insight to the eccentricities of my family, i was singing in mock-chinese pop, my younger brother was going "my brains have been addled, if only i had some", my sis laughing until she cried and my elder bro making strange mathematical references to bridge scores :D i love time at home

it's a break from the World Cup [sorry France, underestimation on my part], so what has mike been doing?

it's kai's fault. she got me to watch Dirty Dancing 2 and, my goodness, i'm bobbing to countless latin beats. "bobbing", not "dancing" because i know i can't dance, but i sure wish i could. well, ok, i do so away from amused eyes in the safety of my enclosed room, but then again, you'll never know. i might lose my mind and do a hugh grant [/edit: thanks vern. dunno what my brain was doing :S] like in "love actually", dancing down the staircase banisters! haha... man, girlfriend's got me on a dance groove like no-one has been able to. fittingly, she's off to teach dance to kids in tao nan. if she can get me to imagine the dance floor, then my girl can get those steps out of anyone. i'll bring that girl to havana someday! yeah! :)

if my self-consciousness can finally exorcise itself, i'll pluck up the courage to take up dance lessons. ... mike, did you just say that? this is fun and altogether embarrassing at the same :p

*pretends to dance a bit of mambo before imagining the bemused cackles of many beloved and hastily retreats back to the keyboard*

fine, fine. laugh, smife *pouts*

We're through!
We're through!
Portugal is through!
At the expense of Sven and Co.
All hail Alexandre Ricardo!

After watching Dirty Dancing 2 with dearest kai, i have decided that all peoples of Latin-origin should be supported. because they dance like i never ever will [which actually doesn't take an awful lot, really]. since my fancied Argentina is out, i shall root for Portugal, even if they get their asses whipped by the Samba Boys [ok, i'm alr discounting the possibility of a French win]. whee. high.

sleep mike.

whee! smife and kim just left and i'm now munching a mcdonald's salad to quell the raging tempest of my tummy, which has been giving me problems for a few days now :(

we stayed up to watch Germany v Argentina, which had a reverse-England performance: lousy first half, good second half. i was a bit sad that Argentina got knocked out because they're really good but then again, so are Germany lah. oh well. there's still the next World Cup for both teams.

which is more than i can say for hopeless England, who looked doomed be knocked out before the final. if not Portugal then Brazil. this is the end of the road for Beckham and co, since they'll be a bit dinosaurish by the time the next World Cup comes. oh well. go Portugal!!! :D

i went shopping with smife yesterday at Espirit, since the girl had a 50% off all items on a single receipt. i bought myself a leather belt and a nice polo top for $50 [actually they aren't worth $100 lah, so the half-price is gd :)]. in comparison, dearest smife bought $150 worth of stuff in 4 items. talk abt expensive taste. even after half price. and i had to pay first because my ang-moh fren bo lui. hai. but it was worth it to see kang look all awkward at a shopping experience XD

yay, girlfriend is coming soon. i can't wait :) gonna watch dirty dancing 2 [finally!]. then after that i have dinner with my extended family. i feel very sociable today :D