today's thought: win, newcastle. please win this match.


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Ok, I know I just blogged, but that was a passionate and spirited response to Martin Jol's pressurized outburst. Frankly, I'm hoping for Newcastle to win convincingly and for his arse to be booted out. Since Spurs are in a league of their own, they should deserve a better manager (Mourinho is still unemployed). With Martin Jol, Spurs is gonna be in a different league, fighting for 5th place. In the Championship. Next season. Damn, I'm so agitated I'm staying up to follow the Gamecast on Soccernet. No TV, no live. Oh well. Hope that his comments would have annoyed the Toon army enough to yell out at them man.

Someday, I wanna go watch a Newcastle match.

Ok, something just struck me. Why is it that women, when married, nag at their husbands so much? Ok, lets just consider. Imagine a family. The husband comes back, tired, stressed and depressed. Can you imagine him grumbling at the wife incessantly? Nah, but you can picture the wife nagging at the husband. Why's that? Different methods of destressing? I thought so. Or maybe it's just how the wife has less worries. She has to worry about the family, the house, the husband, the job and the chores. Actually, I kinda lost my point midrift. I think I was trying to say that women nag because they place more emphasis and rely more on the husband and the family than men. Like they draw their support from them. Men, I don't know, just need support from women too, but in a different way, I guess. Like some men just get out of the house. Like the family isn't always a source of strength, but another source of pressure. Weird huh?

Of course, that's strictly generalizing. There are exceptions aplenty.

I can't wait to go back. Like I'm eagerly awaiting my return back to Singapore. Please let me go back soon. I'm such a traveller in Perth now. No, compact is the word. Or steamlined. Lately, I've been having quite abit of mental blocks when it comes to using the right word, and it applies to both English and Mandarin. Must be something in the air. I don't have much of my stuff around, just the bare essentials. Makes me wanna go back. With Bangkok on the cards, a job hunt, a teaching stint, revamping my eBay, oodles of good food like fondues, hokkien mee, huashenghu, waraku pasta, ban mian, lor mee, chicken rice, soup restaurant (heavenly, oh heavenly ginger chicken. i can still savour your wondrous taste in my mouth. eat it. it is that damn freakin good), steamboat, chilli crabs, cream puffs, bubble tea, katong laksa, buffets after buffets; and there's also movies (SAW 4! movie of the year! Bwahahaha) to watch, games to play (morrowind? final fantasies?), a visit to malaysia (i miss my grandmother loads), and so much so much more.

As opposed to being in Perth. My routine consists of msn/call with the girlfriend, the big four of TSM, DS2, FSA and AFM, eBay stuff, eat and just surfing the net for my usual fix of videos and lame stuff. Even the food gets mundane; Currie's crap for lunch and dinner, instant noodles for supper, snacks are a choice of decadent, quatro or chicken in a biscuit. Or an apple if I grabbed one.

Boring!

Ya know, if only students get paid to study. Like instead of paying the whole chunk of fees while studying and only seeing the return when you start work, perhaps you could even it out so that you get a small stipend while studying but your income after graduating is reduced. That's probably possible in an incorporated country (like Singapore PTE LTD). Ok, kidding.

Time to get more readings in my head!



ode to home
Tuesday, Oct. 23, 2007 @ 02:42
mood: hopeful
current music: Qing Fei De Yi, Harlem Yu