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The last time I was on the Create Post page,
1) I was 19 days younger with a full head of hair.
2) Liverpool were top of the table.
3) I was still drinking Dutch Lady's strawberry milk without a clue that it was melamined.
4) My W800i Walkman phone, incidentally the best phone in the world, was in the pink.
5) I was reading up on the Arab-Israeli conflict.
6) Singapore was gearing up for the Grand Prix.
In the last 2 weeks or so,
1) I have silently cursed at he-who-set-Math-and-History-on-the-same-day, failed my Math promotion exam, screwed up my SEA History paper, suffered through a quarter of a day's worth of examinations... in a day. In other words, I took my promos. And probably dropped a fair bit of hair angst-ing.
2) Liverpool have beaten Manchester United, Liverpool have drawn with relegation-bound Stoke, edged out Marseille and Crewe Alexandra 2-1 in the Champions' League and Carling Cup, and slipped to third in the league table.
3) I have laughed over the fact that I've been faithfully consuming my daily dosage of melamine each morn. Why so serious? Just rid the fridge of the tainted Dutch Ladies (no, not the ones in Amsterdam!), accept that melamine's a way of life. Well at least this is the way I'm reacting to it, at least until I find out I've got kidney stones or something. For now, melamine, never mind!
4) My W800i gave me the worst scare in the two and a half years it's had the honour of being my source of connectivity. Figure: Boy plays tennis in hot sun, boy leaves precious phone in bag, bag lies under scorching sun on baking courts, phone battery can't take the heat, phone battery decides to spew some acid, phone looks wet on the inside of the screen, boy cannot figure what has happened, boy thinks faithful phone has betrayed him and died, boy gets alarmed, grief-stricken boy goes to get a new phone.
5) I read up on the Origins of the Cold War, the Extension of the Cold War, the End of the Cold War, and a whole load of Southeast Asian History. Read up, not pored through or committed to memory. Recipe for disaster at the History promos! Hooya!
6) Marina Bay roars to life with the practice sessions. Fernando Alonso posts the best timing for a lap around the Bay, numerous cars struggle with Turn 18.
Right now,
1) I lay totally bound to the extension of the promos, together with all students of Literature in RJC, for Lit Paper 2 takes place on Monday morning. It's very much like Liverpool and their title talk that whets the appetites of all faithful LFC fans like me, but the difference is that the promos actually end and I do get to enjoy my freedom eventully, while Liverpool never delivers that 19th title. Bummer.
2) Liverpool encounter Everton in the Merseryside derby. Beating the Toffees will at least give us a sweet taste and give us a shout in the race for the ultimate candy that is the Premier League trophy. To ultimately have Stevie G hold the elusive trophy aloft come May 2009, we first have to get over the toothaches that impede and irritate - the failure to stick the ball into the back of the net, for example.
3) Melamine is probably the last thing on my mind now.
4) I'm transferring songs into my new phone. And oh yes, W800i has emerged completely unscathed from battery acid scare, screen is now rid of liquid and phone is perfectly functional, and my affections are equally divided between both babies. The best phone ever, or the sexy new phone on the block? Hmmmmmm. A 2gig memory stick pro duo up against a 4gig memory stick micro, average colours and graphics vs hot glossy features and greater interactivity, a screen against a screen twice its size... I'm still deciding. But I've got to get my SIM card to work on my sexy new phone if there is even to be a contest haha.
5) I've dumped History to where it belongs. Oh Willy, whisper in my ear your sensuous poems! O-wen O-wen will all this end!!!
6) I eagerly await the qualifying rounds for the Singapore GP.
1) I was 19 days younger with a full head of hair.
2) Liverpool were top of the table.
3) I was still drinking Dutch Lady's strawberry milk without a clue that it was melamined.
4) My W800i Walkman phone, incidentally the best phone in the world, was in the pink.
5) I was reading up on the Arab-Israeli conflict.
6) Singapore was gearing up for the Grand Prix.
In the last 2 weeks or so,
1) I have silently cursed at he-who-set-Math-and-History-on-the-same-day, failed my Math promotion exam, screwed up my SEA History paper, suffered through a quarter of a day's worth of examinations... in a day. In other words, I took my promos. And probably dropped a fair bit of hair angst-ing.
2) Liverpool have beaten Manchester United, Liverpool have drawn with relegation-bound Stoke, edged out Marseille and Crewe Alexandra 2-1 in the Champions' League and Carling Cup, and slipped to third in the league table.
3) I have laughed over the fact that I've been faithfully consuming my daily dosage of melamine each morn. Why so serious? Just rid the fridge of the tainted Dutch Ladies (no, not the ones in Amsterdam!), accept that melamine's a way of life. Well at least this is the way I'm reacting to it, at least until I find out I've got kidney stones or something. For now, melamine, never mind!
4) My W800i gave me the worst scare in the two and a half years it's had the honour of being my source of connectivity. Figure: Boy plays tennis in hot sun, boy leaves precious phone in bag, bag lies under scorching sun on baking courts, phone battery can't take the heat, phone battery decides to spew some acid, phone looks wet on the inside of the screen, boy cannot figure what has happened, boy thinks faithful phone has betrayed him and died, boy gets alarmed, grief-stricken boy goes to get a new phone.
5) I read up on the Origins of the Cold War, the Extension of the Cold War, the End of the Cold War, and a whole load of Southeast Asian History. Read up, not pored through or committed to memory. Recipe for disaster at the History promos! Hooya!
6) Marina Bay roars to life with the practice sessions. Fernando Alonso posts the best timing for a lap around the Bay, numerous cars struggle with Turn 18.
Right now,
1) I lay totally bound to the extension of the promos, together with all students of Literature in RJC, for Lit Paper 2 takes place on Monday morning. It's very much like Liverpool and their title talk that whets the appetites of all faithful LFC fans like me, but the difference is that the promos actually end and I do get to enjoy my freedom eventully, while Liverpool never delivers that 19th title. Bummer.
2) Liverpool encounter Everton in the Merseryside derby. Beating the Toffees will at least give us a sweet taste and give us a shout in the race for the ultimate candy that is the Premier League trophy. To ultimately have Stevie G hold the elusive trophy aloft come May 2009, we first have to get over the toothaches that impede and irritate - the failure to stick the ball into the back of the net, for example.
3) Melamine is probably the last thing on my mind now.
4) I'm transferring songs into my new phone. And oh yes, W800i has emerged completely unscathed from battery acid scare, screen is now rid of liquid and phone is perfectly functional, and my affections are equally divided between both babies. The best phone ever, or the sexy new phone on the block? Hmmmmmm. A 2gig memory stick pro duo up against a 4gig memory stick micro, average colours and graphics vs hot glossy features and greater interactivity, a screen against a screen twice its size... I'm still deciding. But I've got to get my SIM card to work on my sexy new phone if there is even to be a contest haha.
5) I've dumped History to where it belongs. Oh Willy, whisper in my ear your sensuous poems! O-wen O-wen will all this end!!!
6) I eagerly await the qualifying rounds for the Singapore GP.
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Saturday, September 27, 2008
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