跃进2006之感言
In my less than glorifying bc habitat, I pondered over the merits and demerits I can report from 2005. No no, it was not one hella hair-raising ride or a bed of roses. It has been a quirky year in which I've wished nothing out of the ordinary would disrupt the peaceful momenturn I've built into my life and at the same time, harboured a secret hope that something exciting would fizzle up a day of my little life like potassium meets water.
I'm a capricious creature.
人生是一个过程，可悲的是它不能重来，可喜的是它不需要重来。
Moving out.
Truly trapped people know they are. Know they must content themselves with food, water, and a shelter because they cannot claim a life. And having none, seldom dream of flight. Fed with the wondrous stories of brave adventurers who found gold in a river across the border, the trapped people discover they are at the frontier where final exit and total escape are the only journeys left.
The longing to leave becomes acute, and a break from the present, is necessarily dream-bitten but necessary nonetheless. It might be an appetite for other streets, other slants of light. Or a yearning to be surrounded by strangers. It may even be a wish to hear the solid click of a door closing behind their backs.
The only real freedom there is.
I caught the Chelsea bug.
The latest addition to my altar of football idols - Frank Lampard. Shame that he's engaged (or so I thought).
Chelski Monopoly
Last updated: 11 December 2005 18:04
Chelsea just finished last week on a high with a victorious 1-0 win over Wigan whereas Arsenal is nursing a fresh wound from a 1-0 loss to Newcastle. Separated by a great gulf of 17 points, Henry has lots to figure out by Friday. The dominion of Chelsea has reached a saturation point where few would get any kick from betting its win or loss. I fear for the Gunners this coming weekend.
Rumours that Ferguson would soon face the axe from the Glazers are flying off the news stands. As much as I dislike the man, I respect his brilliant strategies. It's unfortunate that the Glazers seem to have forgotten the Devils Empire Ferguson has built after a humiliating Champion League campaign. Unlike Roman Abramovich who is passionate about Chelski and willing to go to all ends to make Chelski shine, the Glazers are profit-maximising investors whose primary priorities are ticket sales and sponsorship.
The days of glory are over for some of the epl signature figures. I wonder what would be the score disparity between the winner and first runner-up come next May when the season ends. I won't be surprised if it's a substantial double digit number
The Spirit of Christmas
I have a list of people I know
All written in a book
And every year at Christmas time
I go and take a look
And that is when I realise
That those names are a part
Not of the book they're written in
But of my very heart
For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time
And in that meeting they've become
A treasured friend of mine
And once you've met some people
The years can not erase
The memory of a pleasant word
Or a friendly face
So when I send a Christmas card
That is addressed to you
It's because you're on that list
Of folk I'm indebted to
And you are one of many folk who
In times past I've met
And happen to be one of those
I don't want to forget
And whether I have known you for
Many years or few
In some way you have a part in
Shaping things I do
This, the spirit of Christmas, that
Forever and ever endures
May it leave it richest blessing
In the hearts of you and yours.
by Annoymous
It's December, at last.
After two years, I'm finally the proud owner of The Five People You Meet in Heaven. Well, almost since J has cleverly stashed the book away and I'm simply too bone tired to tear the room apart. =/
The once-in-a-blue-moon vanity indulgence to conceal the conspicuous odds and ends of my messed up life and to discover some excitement from that mind boggling mess.
Thirteen days to Christmas. I think I've been a good enough girl this year. Would Santa come by and fill up the stocking of an over-aged girl?
I've Managerial Econs on 23rd till 5pm. Gross.
When good manners are not loved
The worst way of crying off a relationship: thank your woman with excessive courtesy and faux sincerity.
"I'm signing this note with as much as gratitude. Thank you."
Instead of a time-out, you may very well end up stuck deeper in the rut with a weapon-wielding raging ex-lover greeting you at every turn and corner.
SpeedTouch Revival
I, The most sotongenous computer toot S-A-V-E-D SpeedTouch!
Oh Speedy, I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!
Sabbatical from blogging
I've missed you dearly, bloggie. The demise of my faithful home wireless network exarcebated by head-to-head deadlines and the occasional dose of conflicts amount to an involuntary sabbatical from blogging.
Because I can't access online news coverage, Prime Time Morning on the Mobile TV takes priority over my preferred commuter-recreation -- sleeping. Fortunately, Suzanne Jung and Steven are charming presenters.
Another unexpected finding, McDonald's is not that bad after all. I agree Big M is rightfully accused of over-feeding kids all over the world and creating a new generation of baby whales who thrive on hot, tasty, greasy meat but the heartless capitalistic Mr McDonald gives us free wireless internet access! I can't find any fault with that extra perk. Not when
- I don't favour fast food.
- I need to do research.
- I'm a cheapskate who plainly refuse to pay for internet access.
- Belkin cry off on me and ban my IP. Selfish Belkin. Why don't you just lock up your network instead of peddling the deceptive & fictitious tag 'unsecured wireless network'? Idiot Belkin.
I've been looking forward to this weekend for the past two weeks. Need a break. Cock-and-bull movies will suit me very well. Had a quick laugh over "Just from Heaven" last weekend. Romance comedies never fail to humour me. laugh laugh laugh
