And that was ant outbreak exhibit number 4 so far... highest bid for Mr. Baygon, Mr. & Mrs. Broom and Dustpan, and Mr. FLOOD. Going, going, GoNe.
Those damn ants never give up. My housemate asked me if the ants will ever leave us alone, i told him to look around. The fourth major ant outbreak in house 2 so far, and this time we were fed up enough to ensure the ants are smoked out of whichever hole they crawled out from, swept away their carcasses and made sure this flood was BIG enough to destroy whatever Ark they'd be hiding in. I was pissed enough having the house dirty most of the time, but the point i've realized is that its not my housemates who are actually dirtying it, its the OTHER hostel people who happily come over to our place, have their dinners, suppers or just f**king laze around, leave their shit here, bags, rubbish, clothes, footwear even. Eating at our place's fine with me of course, but it irritates me when they argue over WHO did the dishes LAST time and who should do it THIS time, and when they cannot come to a conclusion, they leave it in the sink for the ants to roost. And at the end of the day, my housemates have to clean up coz its OUR house, and at the end of the day we don't benefit from the dishes lying there dirty, EVEN if they were the ones who did the dishes only just recently so technically they shouldn't be doing it. I mean WHAT is SO disgusting about doing dishes? Is it SO DETESTABLE to want to shirk your duty?Shivram my housemate (coincidentally the Chakka who dressed up to try to win the X-Box back on Patron's Day =D this is for you Shivu if u're reading this ;P) says he hates doing dishes, but for most of what i've seen so far, he's always the one doing the dishes at the end of the day. The person who hates doing dishes ends up DOING them almost every time, ironic u might say, but i'd think its pretty unfair. A few girls who came over and ate with them on more than a few occasions, why is it i've never seen THEM clean up? At least the other guys who came i've seen them do it a few times, but the girls? Forgive me if i'm blind, but i've never seen THEM do it.... I've heard one of them argue that'll she'll only do HER dishes even though it had been agreed that one person cooks, another person cleans up, and everyone switches roles every other cooking day. Oh so she wants a new set of rules for herself is that it? As long as she's not the one cleaning then the original rules can apply?
Residents of house 2 do their cleaning up weekly, but every time we clean up, this anomaly corrects itself after about 2 hours or so. Yes, the house being clean IS actually an abnormal occurrence. The shoes will remain on the shoe rack and neat for about 5 mins, the sofas and chairs will look arranged for about half an hour, the house will be free of odours for about an hour, and the floor will sparkle for about two hours. We get to enjoy this divine peace of mind for about a grand total of 3 minutes. The rugs we bought when we first moved in don't seem to serve much purpose. The "Home Sweet Home" rug at the door is always in a messy heap BEHIND the door as someone/s seems to not like it very much and unconsciously uses it as a soccer ball and the corner connecting the wall and the door is the goal. And now that the rug is no longer visible, the boundary of where footwear ends also vanishes. You have idiots who claim their slippers are clean and click-clock their slippers all the way up the staircase, and they wear the SAME CLEAN slippers out to wherever they go within a radius of a half hour walk. Oh hell no, school's REALLY dirty see, so the slippers stay HOME where its CLEAN, but my SHOES i wear to SCHOOL are DIRTY, so you don't see ME wearing shoes INTO your house do you? Oh my house's already dirty you say? Oh so your dirtying it further is inconsequential then? The mat in the kitchen in front of the sink is there so when we wash up and the water splashes out of the sink onto the floor, there's something to wipe it up with so there won't be conspicuous footprint marks on the white tiles. Philip was the one who originally suggested this, and I agree its a great idea, but SOMEONE (without evidence i cannot allege that they are the same person) without fail loves to see rugs in messy heaps, this time the little cranny under the cupboard where cockroaches like to use as air-raid shelters is the goal.
And as i mentioned before, my housemates live in a world with absolutely no evil intentions, no burglars, no robbers, no thieves. The jersey that had magically disappeared from my table that used to be in front of my window while i slept was definitely misplaced by me coz i probably sleepwalk, and no, it cannot possibly be thieves, no it CAN'T be, there is no such thing. I'm not sure what they think of this incident now, perhaps they now think it probably WAS an alien with evil intentions and was very fascinated by my jersey that had the same colour as their skin, but it definitely couldn't have been human coz humans are all good. I can't remember what the conversation was, but somehow a few months ago Shivram had exclaimed "Oh you found the jersey?", i know he was concerned and honestly would've been happy if i did find it back, but somehow my subconsciousness intepreted it as though he was saying
"Oh so you found out where u put the jersey while u were sleeping-walking?". The front door is virtually perpetually unlocked day or night, even on a few occasions when there was absolutely no one at home. Thank God Philip is a very understanding person and comprehends my concerns, and closes the windows and locks our room door everytime he leaves, otherwise i'd have more aliens looking for my shirts that have matching skin colours. Just last week my hostel-mate from house 9 was playing with Shivram's laptop, and he left it on the sofa and called it a night, and it stayed on the sofa with the front door unlocked till afternoon. The house 9'ner was obviously concerned coz he had left it on the sofa, and he called me in the evening and asked if i had taken it. Thank God it was my resident assistant (sort of like a warden in case most of the readers are wondering) who had come in in the afternoon, found the house was empty and front door unlocked, he took the laptop and put it in the storeroom out of sight and out of any alien's minds. Shivram obviously got a huge shock and a huge relief to find his three thousand dollar laptop still in his posession, but i have a feeling it has hardened his resolve that there really ARE no bad people in this world. Although as a safety precaution he conscientiously starts to keep his laptop in his room as far as possible now, the front door remains unlocked coz only aliens will even think of wanting to come in to look for matching colour shirts, but aliens are rare see, coz they only come in their little saucers flying around in the sky, so we'd definitely see them coming, and when we do, we'll lock the door and close the windows so they can't borrow our things. Simple logic, Watson.
Phew, that felt good. Letting it all out and releasing all the pent up frustration does feel good. And i don't give a damn what other people say. I've been branded sewage boy, bloggee and other poetic incantations, and teased about the sarcasm on my site about me being a wannabe writer/critic or Judge Simon on American Idol (which to me is an impossibly silly show by the way), do i look like i care? And to you Man Utd haters out there, up yours, coz the more you criticize, the stronger fan i am, coz to me, all your actions is evidence of your jealousy. As Moby said, "I like it when people criticize me and say my music sucks, because then i know they are actually listening to my music."
My girlfren's O'level results are out tomolo, may God Bless my Soleil please.
Dr@n|xX at 9:15 PM
Oh United... how disappointed i was to see you crumble to a draw to those blue shadows... why? I was SO proud to be a United fan when i saw the sheer quality of the team in the first half... the range of those lobs, the accuracy of those passes, the ingenuity of those runs... why did you let the foot off the gas in the second half? Revenge was written all over the media, but a draw is certainly not sweet enough to my liking... I still stand behind you, but i certainly do not know how to convey my disappointment of not having exacted revenge, plus we didn't force ARSEnal to work for their money either, and now all we can hope for is Newcastle doing their job. To heck with the referee, he's a dick, but even then we had more than enough chances to have made sure City shut up and shut up good. Especially the Ryan Giggs and goalkeeper one on one, somehow i couldn't understand why we lost out so easily there... I didn't see too many Silvestre overlaps this time which have devastated defenses time and time again, and though Gary Neville did try to help out offensively, i'd say his overlaps lacked the surge Silvestre had, nor the penetrating ability. And i was slightly let down when Ruud was at his usual best when he went round 3 defenders but somehow couldn't apply a finish.
Credit had to be given to Rio, Wes and Roy though who were rock solid at the back. I'd say the trio were more than sufficient to starve the much hyped about partnership between Anelka and Fowler the possession they needed to even get into the penalty box. Offensively, Ruud and Beckham really shone in my opinion. Ruud consistently made the back 3's lives hell, and Beckham was always menacing, always ready to go out on the break, making sure City defenders had to worry about his trademark corner flag lobs. Some fans claimed that Roy Keane should retire. I disagree, though he couldn't motivate United forward enough i agree, but i think he still worked hard and nicked balls whenever City got cocky and shoved a red hot poker into United's butts and made them surge forward (only to an unspectacular ending).
I certainly hope this bitter after-taste would ring bells in United's dressing room for them to kick ARSEnal SO hard they'll wish they had never came. But considering United kicked their butts the last time they met, i believe it would be one heck of a match as Arsenal aren't the kind of team that sticks their tails between their feet and go quietly. The quadruple is within sights this season, but i don't really care where the silverware goes, as long as United don't play half-hearted matches like the most recent one anymore. Fight on United, coz though when you start winning trophies again there'll be a sudden emergence of idiotic "we support the winning team whoever it is" fans and that totally irritates us loyal fans, AND it bad names us fans coz brainless fans flying other flags generalize all United fans. Every team has their fair share of such fans, but strangely its ALWAYS Untied fans who have to take such shit, because United is a branded label? Because of United's merchandising capabilities? Because of David Beckham? I am pretty sure when Arsenal took the trophy last season they won a lot of converts, including the loser on Perfect Ten's Five Guys and a Girl who threw away Everton when they needed him most, but strangely no one complains... I used to know a whole bunch of arseholes who claimed to fly Liverpool's flag in the most dire of situations, singing "U'll never walk alone" as their mantra, 2 of them changed jerseys now that Liverpool (and the club they changed to support when Liverpool came in runners up last season) no longer spot the consistency to challenge the numero uno spot this season. Why doesn't anyone complain about THEM? Oh is it because they now support Arsenal? Oh so that's alright? But woah Hell rains when they support Manchester United, ESPECIALLY when they're in top flight. And when these fans surface, not only the loyal circle gets pelted, the TEAM gets it as well. Oh when we were winning trophies, everyone couldn't find a reason, just as long as everyone knew that they felt that Man U sucked. And when Man U slowed down a little after 6 seasons in high gear, everyone goes all hoo-yah about Man U being sensationalized, being a team full of very lucky players etc. I personally don't care what you think, as everyone is entitled to their own opinions, as long as you keep it to yourself and not bad mouth us nor the team. I had made this clear to my room-mate coz i had had enough of his "ooh Barthez is a monkey", "Blanc is a walking punching bag" etc. We praise our teams (he supports Arsenal), but we don't bad mouth each other's teams, and we remain friends even over the topic of soccer.
I will stand behind United whether they have Beckham or not, whether they are winning trophies or not, whether they're 1st or 20th, and that way i'll stay.
Dr@n|xX at 1:13 AM
The new year's come and gone. A very quiet one for me, nor was it a very lucrative one either. But its nice to meet your cousins after so long, talk about absolutely nothing at all etc. I'd say this was easily the quietest new year I've had for the past 19 years of my life. Even with some unexpected and uncalled for occurrences last year, at least all my cousins came down and reunited for the first time in almost a decade. Every year one cousin will not be around, be it because his family are visiting other relatives, or that they didn't come down for the reunion at all. So though last year due to some unanticipated chain of events none of us "kids" were allowed to go out, it conveniently meant that all us
cousins could sit down and talk about nothing :) We chatted and chatted till about 4+ in the morning, when my Godmother (who incidentally is my 2nd aunt) called and forcefully requested my god-brother fetch my god-sister back to their home. My grandmother upon hearing of this the next morning, raved and ranted about us not having the chance to meet up and talk like this for years, and my godmother casually calls and INSISTS on breaking it up, her reasoning being its not as if all of us were out in some coffee-shop in the middle of the night, we were all safe and sound in my grandmother's house where nothing could possibly happen to us, but NO, my godmother HAD to insist her precious daughter was under her thumb. Ah well, so much for a gathering.
This year? Ha, no such luck. Even relatives came in their ones and twos instead of the packs and hordes in the New-Years-of-old. Meaning my income this year of course came in the "ka-ching."( yes you saw a full stop there) rather than the "Thank you God, oh Thank you God....."( with tears of pure ecstasy to add to atmosphere). Even the shows these year on TV ( yes, my new year was THAT quiet, I had time to watch TV rather than rock my brains out with my cousins) were close to pathetic. I watched some silly mahjong show Andy Lau acted in, and worst of all I watched the extremely hilarious but pure no-brainer Shaolin Soccer. And guess wat? Having nothing better to do, I actually enjoyed the shows.
My bratty five-year-old sister? Oh every new year's like a trip to the moon. She had SO MUCH fun she probably couldn't remember her surname. And on the day we had to leave back for JB, she suddenly realized life just wasn't worth living anymore, and sat at the back of the car lamenting on all the fun she could no longer have now that she had her back to the farewell waves from her playmates. I don't blame her. I felt exactly the same way she did when I could get away for digging my nose in public by being "too young to know". Being the only child meant that such fun came in a whole year enough times for me to count with one hand. For her its almost as if she were the only child. 14 years difference of age meant that I sure as hell don't consider playing with her as an extremely fun thing to do, and considering she drives me up walls, I try to stay away from her Barbies, her Duplos, her make-believe medical kit and her tea time set.
I watched American Idol out of pure curiosity and boredom today. Boy was Simon one heck of a stinker. Yeah he's honest and direct, and yeah its good that someone plays the bad guy, but i think his comments could've been reworded to not shatter the poor person's self-esteem. Someone sms'ed the show saying if you want to be a star, then u have to deal with the criticism. Correct, i agree with you, but reading it from the tabloids and having someone slosh it in your face is something quite different. VERY different. Paula (yes i agree she still looks very radiant after all these years - you go girl! =D ) is of course, the quintessential "Oh wow, God did a good job on you didn't He?" good girl. And i totally agree with the 2 finalists who got into the final 10, thank you America for not raising another Britney Spears, which was wat i saw in Kim. I admire her enthusiasm and concern for the other contestants, if it were genuine i respect you, if it were all just a facade, then i admire you for your excellent acting as well, and therefore American Idol isn't for you coz u'll probably have a better future in politics. Charles was a good singer i'd hand it to him, but i personally didn't quite like his style, but that's just me. I thought that black girl, the one who sang a very upbeat song and the one who Simon said whose song stunk, was pretty good and deserved better, at least better than Kim in my opinion. But i'm sorry Kimberly, i mean if this world had no Britney Spears i might've supported you, but thanks to her, there's no more room for this kind of style anymore (i'm beginning to sound like Simon minus the accent).
noon Knights (thank you Charmane for proof-reading it ;D ) yesterday. Totally enjoyed the show though i read quite some disappointing reviews about it. Loved the fight scenes, especially the one where Roy (Owen Wilson) clothes-lined the punk and took his hat, for once the loser gets a cool 5 seconds of fame. Loved the "Singing in the rain" adaptation as well =D Nearly died of laughter when Owen and Jackie fell through the roof into the Queen's carriage and Owen still carried on screaming as if he were falling. Come to think of it, although Owen isn't exactly a very good actor in my opinion, i think he has a GREAT future in doing scream scenes. I mean i LOVED his natural flair when he saw the eyes in the picture move and portrayed a real and instinctive fear :) All those silly punts at reality were though quite SHEESH, but added to the fun of the movie. I mean crashing your car into Stonehenge and complaining about some idiots leaving piles of rock lying around would probably be the last thing you'd think. But ooh, i loved Lord Rathbone (however you spell it). Damn i love his pompous Oh-BehaaAaaVe accent, and his menacing but oh so cool demeanor. "Regretfully i have to decline Your Majesty's venerated offer for i have to keep a vigilant eye on proceedings." DAMN, i mean any other villain would've probably pissed in his plans at such a turn of events knowing someone was going to blow the Queen's and YOUR head off. And if you're starting to gain some respect for me by thinking i watched the show only for the jokes and action, throw it away, coz FANN WONG IS HOT HOT HOT!!!!! ;D Now we know what happened to Jack The Ripper :)
Speaking of which, my house in college green has recently been infected by a very peculiar disease. I do believe there's no cure for it, but overtime it may wear away. Doctors do not have any clue where it originates, nor do they have a proper name for it, but we like to call it "Liv-Tyler-O-Babee-babee-babee-titus-X" =D Of late we've been eating Grace Stamper, drinking Jewel Valentine, and sleeping Arwen Evenstar. Step aside (maybe temporarily before The Return of The King arrives) Natalie Portman, the pouty Elven queen arrives.
Dr@n|xX at 2:26 AM