Why I'm doing this:

Because I no longer have the fear of rejection. Or rather, I don't want to be afraid anymore.

Because I'm learning the toughest chapter in life: to put my pride down.

Because the biggest competitor I have is against myself.

Because the world has not seen the best of me.

Because I miss playing at the elite level.

Because I want to go back the to good old days where politics do not matter.

Because I just wanna play Netball the way it's suppose to be.

=)

Thankyu.

Curse of the iPhone4

One moment, the rare stroke of genius inspired me, gearing the funny bone into optimum level; thoughts and ramblings started to flow freely and my typing speed was peaking at 25 words per minute...

The next definitive moment in the space of a few slow-motioned seconds: an itch on my fat butt - cue* fidgety movement, cue* overstretched wire, cue* unstable cheapo nana portable table. Tension. *Piak and the screen goes blank. Pitch black. Darker-than-the-color-of-my-face black. ________________. TMD.

Note to self: Always save your work especially pertaining to blue moon postings. Secondly, fight the itch to fidget. Thirdly, use portable battery when blogging with lao kok kok laptop that has loose wiring.

Lesson learnt? Maybe.

Reboot. Reboot. Now.. where was I? Oh yea. I was saying gee whiz how times have changed since my last posting, how I almost forgot my login password and how it's gotta be a record to have 2 posts a year. Even meteor showers occur more often than my posts, no? Don't blame the procrastination! How else would I be able to deter kaypohs from reading my blog.. Riiiiggghhhtt? Only those who truly cared, would check back once in a while. Only those worthy, would be entertained by my 'ridikulus' rantings, assertive erroneous proclaims and maybe the very occasional words of wisdom. Food for thought? (Quite literally) "YES, Food please!!" =D

The last time I was in here, I grieved over the loss of my first generation iphone and some. Fast forward a few months... these are the times of the iphone 4. I have mine syncing a gazillion songs that I've long given up on sorting from my ancient laptop. The poor abandoned latter. Outdated iTunes. Outdated microsoft office. Outdated anti virus. I admit it... Like Eve and her Adam, I have fallen prey to the Apple and sold my soul to the gadget. My creativity got lost in all its stimulant action games and my only goal in life now is to build the tallest tiny tower among all my peers.

Oh, what has the world come to? Looking at the commuters in the trains and buses, I bet you my first generation ipod shuffle that you have fallen prey to it too. Yes, 2012 is approaching and I have just the perfect theory on how the world will come to an end:
A vicious bug in the form of a popular app will infiltrate the ipod families, stealing credit card information and devastating millions. That, or human population will decline drastically from accidents caused by people whose eyes are constantly glued to their ipod screens.

A prophet from my school once said, "[Insert name]! One day, iPhone will kill you!"
How true those words rang... I've sunk not once, but twice, down the innocuous steps of the common HDB block, I'd rather risk breaking my neck than the iphone in my hand to break the fall. Numerous friends of mine suffered the same ordeal. Do not be fooled by the innocent looking gadget. It is dangerous! The apple products should come with disclaimer labels that state "Use with caution."

My dearest iPhone, I hereby abdicate you. Return me the good eyesight I've spoilt staring at your screen. Restore my sharp hearing that I've lost blasting your music. Return me my sense of wonder and compassion for all things non-electronic. I bid you adieu...
...after hanging myself with friends on the soon-to-be-built floor in tiny tower.

Godspeed, Gracias.