August 2007

The legend Ole

Posted on August 28, 2007 at 8:31 pm in

*sniffle*

When I was at Old Trafford, the display that drew my attention the most was one of The Treble. Through the corridor, a fan could relive every step of that fateful campaign of 1998/99. The campaign that made history.

That campaign could further be relived at the rear of the display, where one could watch every goal, every game won, as we advanced towards immortality with each collected trophy, on a huge plasma tv.

The Nou Camp, the goal, the moment that made history, and the man. Watching as Ole Gunnar Solskjaer slotted the ball into the back of the net, would remind any fan that this moment made a hero out of a man. But time turned Ole Gunnar Solskjaer into a legend.

I cried at that display. Lil could tell you all about it. ;)

Farvel to one of the most faithful players Manchester United have ever seen. I vote he be given the title of Smackdown Ambassador to deliver the goods to all them wayward players and those who do not know how to sing You Are My Solskjaer.

Before my head hurts again

Posted on August 26, 2007 at 10:07 am in

Last night, I went to watch a production by the dance company where I take flamenco lessons. Ms Rosita was in it so that was going to be awesome, plus a guest dancer from Spain, also the only token male haha.

  • Okay, I’ve never actually watched the original Carmina Burana, but the new choreography was really good.
  • Ms Rosita was awesome. I can see why she always yells about my ‘deadpan’ face.
  • While watching the first performance of the guest dancer, it went something like, “Wow he is so feeey… oy vey.” The moment I thought that he pulled some insane footwork out of nowhere.
  • The second performance was the best. I never really liked the bulerias that much but the choreography was amazing.

Perhaps a little something to keep motivating me to actually go to class. Or er, take exams? They’re coming soon, ack.

After the show, I met up with Carina, Sarah and Haylee, and that was when the night took a turn to the insane. I dunno what the hell I was drinking but I was talking so much crap that I am so glad I did not end up making out with some random because that would harken back to my early university days. All I needed next was to be face down in a toilet.

Historical figures from the last drunken night out reared their heads. We saw ‘Luigi’, the lecherous old man Carina took a picture with, still trying to get some. Carina thought when I said, “Luigi’s here,” it meant another old guy, but I said it’s the same one and she went all kinds of o_O. Hee. Backpack Guy now also has a name, which takes all the fun out of mocking him.

Sarah totally wins the award for attracting the most guys. :D She even had one suitably nicknamed Borat who wanted to go home with her hahahaha!! He followed us from one club to another. You could see his face drop every time some random came up to talk to Sarah. Hee.

And to top it off, this is how drunk I was: I had to call my brother to come get me and my car. Bits and pieces of the night remain hazy, I’m sure there was a reason why I wanted to punch Borat in the face, but it’s not coming to me right now.

Ugh. I need more aspirin…

In which I try to ‘collaborate’

Posted on August 23, 2007 at 6:17 pm in

Blame Anna for making me do this.

RBJ August 2007 Collaboration:

1. I begin with the easiest. I love Manchester United. To the point of distraction. Love me, love Manchester United. It’s a prerequisite.

2. My friends are important.

3. Having said that, I suck majorly at maintaining friendships. I’m very good at hanging up on people or ignoring them even though I don’t mean to. I lose their friendships and then, well, you can guess the rest.

4. I buy DVDs and they sit on my shelf for months before they’re watched.

5. I’ve actually been drunk to the point where I was lying on the toilet, drowning in my own puke. (yes Carina, it’s true)

6. I didn’t realise how important my father was to me until he fell sick. Before that he was The Bank and the Totally Uncool Dad. Still the Totally Uncool Dad, though.

7. I’m lazy.

8. I rank London 07 as the best holiday so far.

9. I have a shitlist. And it’s alphabetical.

10. I’m working on a hitlist. Also alphabetical.

11. Anyone who gives me Godiva chocolates is forever in my good books.

12. My first job was totally unrelated to what I studied at university.

13. My second job is.

14. I kinda liked Westlife. A LONG TIME AGO. SHADDAP.

15. The one place in the whole world I had wanted to go to as far as I could remember was Old Trafford.

16. I copped David Duchovny’s ass. It was awesome.

17. One of the things I want to do is go for a Star Trek convention in Las Vegas. Let the hilarity ensue.

18. Very rarely do I take other people’s advice.

19. The experience with The Supervisor From Hell left me with asthma and on steroids to control it.

20. I tend to read too much out of situations.

21. As much as I like closure, there are a few things I’d simply rather avoid.

22. I like confrontation on one hand, on the other I despise it because more often than not I lose my temper.

23. I prefer going to the movies alone.

24. Wreck my Sunday routine and I’ll be pissy as hell throughout the work week.

25. I avoid 99% of high school classmates. Like the plague.

26. One night, drunk off our faces, Marie and I actually plotted to throw beer (or something, I forget) into our former high school’s swimming pool. Or something. I do remember it involved beer.

27. I despise owing people money.

28. Which is why I try not to borrow any in the first place.

29. With strangers: introvert; among friends: unhinged.

30. Schadenfreude, unfortunately, is another favourite pasttime.

31. Words like positive psychology have me rolling on the floor laughing.

32. Yet I hypocritically put on a grave facade of interest when the topic is discussed.

33. Oh yes, I am very cynical.

34. Currently I have over 2000 mp3s, and yet I can never find anything I like when I have to create a playlist.

35. Marie is the only friend who is allowed to call me ’siao char bor’. Across the mall. At the top of her lungs. And I’d answer.

36. My life goals change almost every day.

37. Except the one about taking over the world. Get in line, Stewie Griffin.

38. Worst habit ever? Mouthing off.

39. I do not get along with a lot of people.

40. That is why I like being a hermit with the occassional social event. Saves money, too.

41. I am not obsessed with James Bond.

42. Or Jedi Knights.

43. Or Ruud van Nistelrooy.

44. I own a Garfield mug received on my 7th birthday, and I remember the person who gave it to me.

45. The longest time it took me to reply to a text message was a year.

46. I hate cleaning. No, I really hate cleaning.

47. All my keepsakes are chucked in a Harry Potter tin.

48. I watched the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, with extended scenes, in one sitting.

49. I only buy my books from Borders or Amazon.

50. I now have Anna on my shitlist. :P

Not quite about

Posted on August 15, 2007 at 8:39 pm in

Pa’s out of the hospital and has the central heating running at top notch. The house is like a damned sauna right now but no one has the heart to tell him off. Now we’re coming in from the rain and cold into Rio Di Janeiro. It’s almost like spring break, except for the permanent stench of congee and chicken soup.

He’s still not doing too well, god knows why the doctor let him go, I mean, it’s a private hospital, with the private suite and everything, what bed shortage? Psh.

At least he’s eating, even if it’s semi-solids and some dairy products. Although he is delusional and thinks he can have hokkien mee tomorrow. Hahaha. No.

The waiting game

Posted on August 12, 2007 at 1:41 am in

So it’s been about five days since Pa had Surgery Part 2. Waiting for him to come out of the theatre was the longest ever. If only there was some way for the surgeon to communicate to someone on how he was doing, I wouldn’t have had a million worst case scenarios running through my head. As it was, his surgery finished later than usual because the guy before him experienced some complications.

He was alright the next day, a little tired but still able to talk, and he managed to consume most of the liquid foods given to him during dinner. Hospital jell-o hasn’t changed a bit – the one brought to him was fluorescent orange, it could glow in the dark. It didn’t taste as disgusting as it looked, though. Pa refused to eat it on account of its glow in the dark additive, but I took a bite to prove to him that it wasn’t disgusting or as sweet.

That was when all the fun ended. The body now has to accept the concept that it has a fully-functional digestive system again so Pa’s been suffering from bloating and other conditions encountered post-surgery. It’s taking a lot of energy out of him, and he hasn’t eaten for the last couple of days – the IV drip compensates. Friday was absolutely horrible, he was so sick all he could do was curl up and try to sleep.

Today wasn’t too bad, but still exhausting. There’s been some improvement since Friday, so perhaps things are moving along, if a little slowly.

We can see the cancer clinic where he got chemo from the window of his room. It’s kind of weird, watching the nurses go about their business, knowing for now Pa’s gone past that stage and remission is on its way.

If only it would come faster, and he didn’t have to go through this much pain to get there.

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