Crossroads Monday, November 30, 2009

Crossroads.

I've thought i saw your bitter end,

only to know how true that ain't.

You drove like hell on devil's bend,

but with your luck you steered from end.

In time we see your crazy plan,

and vent and dent your anger then.

Come to papa! Monday, November 30, 2009

Just reserved after finding out the cheaper price for this at tampines! Getting it tomorrow, can't wait!

Though i've got to stay away from this until at least i've finished most of my holiday h/w.

But,

Temptation is not for resisting.

Damn. Sunday, November 29, 2009

Really want Assassin's Creed II.

Tbh, the limited collector's edition's statue looks freaking awesome. But it's kinda expensive. Maybe i should wait till i get back from Japan (7th - 15th [So don't sms me or call me unless you wanna waste your money]) before making a decision.

Nevertheless, the game is a must have.

Circus. Saturday, November 28, 2009

I find it simply amusing.

The level of intelligence you presumably have.

The naivety of your thoughts - those worthless thoughts of desire; the useless dreams you concoct in that lovely facade of yours daily.

And in this i find entertainment.

For the mind, to revel at your stupidity. You are a jester in my court; a clown in my circus.

And then,

I see the wonders in front of my sight,

sparkling like diamonds in the night.

Only to realise that i don't have the might.

Emmy award, anyone?

72 Sunday, November 22, 2009

Had tennis yesterday. Yes. Yesterday. And by 'yesterday' i meant Saturday. I wonder when the band trend of CCA on saturday ever spread to tennis.

So we had 3 hours of tennis, which basically tested our tennis ability based on some extremely weird test which had a bag load full of assumptions tossed in it, concocted into a potion bred for disaster.

I apparently scored 72 points - summed up from my groundstrokes, volleys, serve and physical ability. This, in the 'rulebook' translated to an intermediate player, and nothing in some stupid rating. Apparently i am 8 points away from being rated.

Well at least i'm not the worst there.

180 Friday, November 20, 2009

I hate this rubbish.

I hate it's unpredictability.

It's torturous conditions.

It's interminable duration.

The blood and sweat stains the neon objects.

Short.

Long.

Wide.

The nagging.

The sprinting.

The waste of time.

The amount of missed opportunities.

No recycling for this piece of junk.