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An eventful few days. Let's see - tried playing football at Fico with zy and his friends on Saturday night. I didn't even know such a place existed within reasonable walking distance (20 minutes should do it), and had always wondered what The Cage (which I did know about) would be like.  Lights, cameraphone, action As you can see, it's essentially artificial turf bounded on all four sides (and the top) with strong black netting, with the pitch the size of perhaps a basketball court. Bears some resemblance to street soccer, only that one can hit relatively high balls into the netting on the sides, the netting doesn't provide much of a rebound, and all balls touching the netting at the ends or top belong to the goalie of the side that didn't touch it last (probably a house rule). Far too unfit for prolonged play, but at least I got a cheap tap-in more or less about the stroke of my birthday's midnight. Hooray. United vs. Spurs after that, which was at 0-1 when I returned. Wasn't too concerned given the way United were going, however, and Paul Scholes soon made it one-all with a trademark cracking (deflected) strike from outside the box. Cue my newly bought Scholes pillow (from the NUS Central Forum) making an appearance:  He scores goooooaaaallllls (and gets headrubs from O'Shea) Carrick (formerly of Spurs) excellent pass to Berbatov (formerly of Spurs) for a great first touch for 2-1 was just rubbing it in far too cruelly for my taste. Dad drove me to my paternal grandparents' home for the reunion dinner as always, and I was pleasantly surprised to see a new Acer Aspire L5100 Mini computer at my parents' home (long-term local exchange student here). For a tiny box running Vista, it held up pretty well. Spent a couple of hours trying my luck on Forumwarz' INCIT, essentially a game where a random photo is thrown up and people try to attach a short and witty (and admittedly often very vulgar) caption to it. Everyone then votes on the one they think best, or inevitably one they think is lame so as not to diminish their own chances of winning. As with my old essays, the ones I thought best were seldom acknowledged...  Not my finest moments (but they won!) Couldn't cure myself of the bad habit of trying to figure out magic tricks as they were performed on TV, though often the answer is just one Google away (see: Omnideck [$14.79] for example). Played Big 2 with my siblings for five cents a card (we have yet to settle any accounts), whereupon I was again reminded that ending with a two is not a legal move. Couldn't complain about my luck however, with one particularly satisfying win coming from spotting two straights out of consecutive pairs. Oh, and have I mentioned that it was my birthday too? 
Felt like I was on double damage as some of my generous elders promptly responded with two red packets, and while I did feel rather too old to continue receiving them, I reluctantly swallowed my personal principles in the interests of proper decorum. Watched the Liverpool vs. Everton FA Cup tie, with Everton duly scoring in the couple of minutes during which my mum switched channels. Thought of asking her to repeat the trick, but my sense of fair play prevailed, resulting in a 1-1 draw which Everton probably felt rather pleased about. Ate noodles direct from the cooking pot for supper (saving the need for a plate), and ended up sleeping only at four. I took pride in introducing the resident baby at my paternal grandparents' place to the harsher realities of life, by tempting it with a roasted cashew nut; (S)he took it in good humour, which should bode well for his/her future, and if I were more optimistic I would say that (s)he gave me a neat farkew b*****d b*****d farkew look - but I dare not hope for such an educational breakthrough off the bat. Thought a bit of the implications of my dad hiring a Myanmese graduate for S$1.4k a month on the ride home, given my own imminent graduation. Given the average wage in Myanmar (ballpark figure of US$6 to US$20 a month from quick Googling), I suppose that's not too shabby, comparable to say my landing a job in the U.S. of A at US$20k/month as a fresh graduate; also it's not even bottom rung as grad salaries go! More on this soon... Presented the hamsters with some tidbits that I had saved for them, and was pleased to discover that were fast becoming minor celebrities back in Jurong. The rotund and pliant Mr. Bacon was quite the lady-charmer in particular, and when they were all done with him, he looked like he had mumps, with overloaded cheek pouches from being dreadfully overfed. My sister was the exception, and thus Mr. Bacon was able to aid my Big 2 strategy by nibbling her toes at critical intervals. Advised my brother to follow in my footsteps by buying hamsters first and getting the requisite permission later. Measured pressure did not succeed in getting him to regurgitate their contents, so the next best course of action was taken - a particularly juicy prize was dangled between both hamsters in the hope that they would at least sweat off some extra calories from some intense wrestling. No bets were accepted, but Mr. Bacon's additional weight appeared to put him in the ascendancy. He was duly primed with a bite of bak kwa later in the night.  "Full? No, hardly, beg pardon ma'am, they barely feed me here... the cheeks? A sign of malnutrition, I tell you... Oh, the hunger pangs... Starving, I'm literally starving... A bite, m'lady, to keep body and soul together? To eat, perchance to dream..." (note emergency claw of death at bottom right) Next: Comic Crossover
lwei said... i tell u hor, u better not feed my hamster rubbish. bah kwa somemore. i knew it la. go pester ur own unfriendly and aggresive hamster.
Fish F. Chips said... sir, i resent being called unfriendly and aggresive [sic]
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