there's a useful skill you should learn: shut up

I swear some people talk too much for their own good. I happen to know a few, and they really REALLY irritate the hell out of me. Purposely or accidentally, please do not be around when I pass my limit of tolerance. I won't be the docile and quiet-suffering guy I usually am anymore.

Anyways, I see this strange trend in my blog posting regularity. I seem to have blogged more during the 'A's than actually blogging after the thing itself, after which I should be having more free time, supposedly. And blogs have become a pretty quiet place, which leads me to the conclusion that blogging ranks far behind in the hierarchy of time priorities. So here is a rare update.

First day of freedom (Monday 20th): History paper wasn't as tough as the International Paper, but I forgot already. Should be ok. Got my hands on an electric guitar and a $199 Marshall Amp (thanks for lending your guit, again =D) and got my ears blasted off later on. Night crapping session with a few senseless guys.

Second Day: I don't really remember. Think it was to the tune of stay at home, play guitar, sleep.

Third Day: Spent my day watching movies in my collection, playing LAN and same as second day.

Fourth Day: I don't really remember....

Fifth Day: Accompanied some people who were job-seeking. I swear they look for the weirdest jobs around. Like who else goes to Orchard Towers for a decent job? Anyway put our names down for an "event promoter" slot, and we had to come down for interview the next Monday. After which we were off to Kallang for some indoor soccer, after which was LAN session again and the stupidest adventure of my life. Like playing LAN until some people forgot that they live in the North and there WAS actually a last bus and last train. So they bunked over at my place and I swear they ransacked my comp. And found nothing, of course. I'm too good for THAT. =P

Sixth Day: What a downer. Stayed up to watch Arsenal lose to Bolton. I swear that was a lop-sided match. Like all of Bolton's goals were against the run of play. Anelka's first was unexpected and unstoppable, and the third goal should have been offside. Well, I knew we wouldn't be challenging this season, but to lose to Bolton AGAIN? If SAM-A and his team were that good they would have won the league already. But they just happen to like beating Arsenal cause they are the most flyweight team in the league. Once Lehmann goes we'll start conceding a lot of goals cause Toure, Gallas, Eboue and Clichy just aren't that tall and don't jump that high. And Almunia just can't cut it. So I hope that old fart stays, although his complaining when he gets challenged can be irritating.

Seventh Day: Went for the Manu-Chelski match at a friend's place. Played Winning Eleven. Not too bad, but I guess Arsenal fans all have the same philosophy about football. Sorry I didn't score. But hey, I won the tournament against you people without scoring remember? On the same note it's not like you guys scored that many goals. At least I kept clean sheets all the way through. A bit of sour taste after that stupid talk.

Eighth Day: Went for the "event promoter" thingy. Turns out to be one big scam. As in, the money's good, yeah. But it's like those people who approach you with a license and a brochure about some poor and unfortunate people and ask you to donate. Which is okay with me, I mean it's a pretty noble thing. Except when the organizers are 100% bengs and the license is really a form from the company itself and they're going around without a REAL police license. And that charity I've never heard of before plus the primary motivation was personal profit, which was really too much to take. So I politely said I'd come back but in the end I didn't. Again we went LAN and then back home.

Ninth Day: SC BBQ @ East Coast. Some joker said Pit 50 and alight at MacDonalds. But public transport drops you off at Marine Parade, so from there you had to walk to the place. At first I thought my ears got problem and they really meant pit FIFTEEN rather than FIFTY. Cause the biggest number you see when you cross from Marine Parade is 17. So I walked for about 40 minutes down the jogger's path, and from pit 32-40 or so the distance was super long. So was 48-50. Wasn't too bad, at least I learnt how to cycle in about 30 minutes. Still can't turn on the bike, so guess I'd need some more work. There's no need to talk about the BBQ cause all BBQs are really the same, so after that went over to another friend's house for a movie marathon, which we kind of flunked through some pretty boring horror flicks. Some were pretty interesting, like Dorm and Mortuary but I fell asleep cause I couldn't stand the dull sequences of the rest.

I think that's all, pretty much. Yeap. Would probably update in a bit.