Monday, March 22, 2004

Short Summary Quite the Contrary

Most of you people people should be thinking about how procastincating I am, having promised a blog the day after last sunday. But I can't.

I am still grieved by the death of a young Ultimate player. And I have not gotten over it.... Seriously, this is getting a little out of hand.

But now I have decided to crawl out of my little (Read: humongous) pile of work that resides finally in my cubicle with this ticking time bomb.

Al right.... time to stop digressing... now to the topic body.....

Friday Frisbee---------

The game was great, and I finally learnt a lesson in an Ultimate Pickup game: Always wear shoes with cleats (not spikes!) on damp or wetter fields. Having scored the first point, I tried to stop my speedy run, which ends up in this video.

Watch the vid.

No, unlike this kid who flies up, I inevitably had to land on my butt. It's so funny that even I started laughing at it. (Making a joke out of yourself and laughing at yourself is really funny)

Saturday's String of Birthdays, more & of course, the anticipation, excitement... ---


Faizal's

Well, I had a wonderful sleep as I said, and ended up waiting for Faizal, the birthday boy at Tanjong Pagar. The guys who were working in IPP together with him, had already given two rounds of birthday bashings. I saw the vid for the second round. Damn crappy, but quite hilarious... I saw my friend Peter hitting him on who an empty Evian Water Container (you know... the big one that dispenses water...)

Most of the people were already at sentosa already, resulting in a venue change... A glam Siloso beach of babes for faizal to watch, before his moment of truth... haha...

Yes the usual whacking started after Sameer got back from 7-Eleven (which was so damn far). Being a friend of him, I had to protect him right? So, to reduce the huge numbers of punches that are landing on him, I used an umbrella to shield him. How? Of course by whacking him lah.....

By using a umbrella, I indefinitely reduced the punches on him, with my sheer force of whacking my umbrella on him. The surface area of the umbrella upon whacking is convincingly larger than 10 punches. But I had realistic, because by whacking softly, my friends will see through me, and label me as a gay.

So.... *evil* I whacked even harder!

I actually had wanted to get something from his bag, but for some reason he started running. Brudder... you can run, but you can't hide... Upon getting the box from his bag, we whack somemore.... And he was long gone.... :-)

By the way, Wenyao bought a shirt for him which you might wanna see @ weiliang's photo gallery, Ultimate @ Sentosa 0320. You got to see it... :-)

Gary's

Gary held his birthday at United Square restaurant, an all-you-can-eat teppanyaki buffet. It was even better than last year's at Ritz Carlton, although I had to admit, that there are lesser people than before at the dinner; about 10 including his sister.

Chee Siang (Buddy!), Hwei Yong (Big Bro!), Paul were the only recognisable people there, and boy, we crapped our asses out together with Gary.

Gary seems to be more quiet now, although I see something different in his eyes now.

Ok, Fuck those people who think I'm gay right now... haha....

Anyway, Gary's classmates got for him a cup of cake, which caused me to make two lame puns out of it. As the wind was getting too big for the candle, he cupped the candles with his hands, and upon consuming it, he told me that the cake contain alcohol. Get it?

As I said... lame....

We went to CHIJMES later to get a drink at Gatsby and I learnt a hell of an experience there. First time there, and we played two or three games there. Gary got for us a bottle of whisky (!!!), and a jug of Shiver (sic), and a jug of Coke-Alcohol mixture.

Well, Gary's drinking party soon changed to Soccer-watching, which made me feel bad, because it's Gary's birthday.... gosh....

Want to Fight? Fight LAH! ---

We soon went our separate ways after Gary's parents came and drove him home. Three of us wanted to go home straight, while the others are going to the pub

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