Women, I Tell You

Lets face it, women hate football. Okay, i'll rephrase. MOST women hate football. Its some sort of a XX chromosome thing. We lack the football liking gene. Just the way guys dislike lets say, America's Next Top Model or Project Runway-you get the picture.

However, some women genuinely love football, they're interested and they know what's going, which i think its great. It's good if you have the interest and i have no qualms about that. I respect you.

BUT there is this one group of women which i would personally capture and bury alive. The World Cup Lovers who appear suddenly once in 4 years, cheering endlessly for a month or so and once the world cup is over, they mysteriously disappear for another 4 years. Yes you know who you are and it is true isn't it? Before the world cup starts you go on and on about how your brother, father, husband, boyfriend is constantly watching football and how boring it is because its just 22 men kicking a ball around for 90 minutes. You think it's stupid, you think it's as pointless as seaweed in the middle of a desert and people don't hear the end of it. So WHY is it that when it's the World Cup, you get all enthusiastic, wearing 'Oranje' shirts and painting your face with your 'favorite' team's colors?

Women conveniently start loving football once in 4 years, and what's the reason behind it? Christiano Ronaldo is hot. CLASSIC

Well, Hello!

Here I am again after a long time. Updates will be more frequent this time around I promise!

Well first things first, and first would be the perfect way to describe my results for the year. All first class honors baby! Believe me, I'm more surprised than anyone else, but hey I'll just accept that without any questions. It was a good year which I do not wish to relive. So the holidays have officially begun.

My trip to India was pretty good. It was short, only 2 weeks but it was more than enough to absorb the country in all its glory. I will miss the delicious coffee that is served the moment I wake up and all the different types of food and the LOVE, oh the love is endless. Contrary to popular belief, people there are actually really nice. Yes, surprise surprise! I'm not saying that EVERYONE is all sugar spice and everything nice, there are the unruly ones who appear to have no respect whatsoever for another human being. Either way, it was a good trip.

Then there's Bali. Oh my dear Bali you were so fantastic I wish those 4 fabulous days lasted forever. It was strange how besides the small number of local shopkeepers, the 4 of us (Siva, Yazna, Chern Yi and I) were the only Asians around. But the best part was that no one even noticed that we were different. Every single person on that island is so laid back its like they really have nothing on this planet to worry about. It seems like all they do is wake up in the morning, go to the beach, lay there and get a tan till the sun goes down, have dinner, go partying/drinking, go home and sleep. Actually that's what we did there minus the tanning part because you know *might get dark*. Heh.

We went surfing and ah, my wonderful surfboard story. So we were told to walk into the water holding the surfboard vertically beside us, which is actually what I did. But then came a really strong, huge wave which pushed me into the water and conveniently turned my board making it horizontal and right in front of my face. And what happens next? The board crashes into my throat and i lose my voice (literally) for a few seconds. It came back slowly but I sounded freaky with a horror movie-ish double voice which could only be heard if i spoke in a low-pitch. How annoying! But it's alright now. I sound normal and my throat doesnt look demented. I'll post a few pictures of the trip soon with more explanation.

Bye bye my babies