Never say never
Last Saturday I was pretty nervous walking to the Athletic Centre. After dragonboat pool practice, the final team roster was supposed to be announced... well, I guess they must have had a couple tough decisions to make because they postponed the team announcements until next Saturday. Next "Saturday after practice" became "next Sunday in an e-mail" and so last night (Sunday) got an e-mail with subject heading, "ViCrew 2003". My name wasn't included in that e-mail. *sigh* Cut.

After thinking about it and then thinking some more, I guess I can come to an understanding with the decision. In the end its not really why I didn't make the team that bugs me, it's why some of the other people did make it that annoys me. But I guess that's a very petty and useless train of thought, as well as being just a human response to failure. Bah. I'm happy for my friends Chris and Wayne that made the Victoria College and University College teams respectively though. I wouldn't know who to cheer for though. In the end, I might just cheer for the Engineering team that my dormmate and I may end up joining (or try to join anyway). And there's always next year. Either way, its not over for me yet.

Dragonboat did lots of good for me anyway; it has helped me get more in shape, as well as get me used to a regular training schedule. I've also met several cool people whom I hope to be cheering on in the near future. Best of luck Dragonboaters.

Keeping the world a cleaner place
The most demanded request made to my roommate Raymond by others, not including the impossible request for less obesity, is probably that he shave. And if you know him or have ever seen a picture of the guy, you'd know what I mean. Well today, Garway and I took it upon ourselves to do the filthy man (and the world) a favour.

He was actually planning to go to a banquet at night having not shaved in who knows how long. Weeks? In any case to put it concisely in the words of an unbiased observer: "He's mad ugly!" And in case anyone disputes the impartialness of the previous person, I questioned someone who we have met only this year. Lawrence Wong says: "I have never seen an uglier man in my life." It cannot be denied, all evidence points towards the ugly truth. And so in order to protect his image (and our reputations of being his friends), we decided on a course of action. After we tackled him, Garway held him down while I approached with an electric shaver turned on and ready to go. With the shaver a several inches from his face, I guess the message must have gotten to him that he indeed needed to take care of his personal hygiene like any other person. The ugly bear grabbed the shaver and grumbled his way to the washroom, coming out with quite a bit less facial hair.

Good thing he did it too, I'm not sure if I would have actually done it - I don't know when he last showered.

Come one, come all
Gah, people are over as usual. Only this time it isn't the usual bozos, Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Naturally with friends here at RJ when they want to make some noise they come to (Hotel) RJ420. Meanwhile, I'm trying to do an essay here. I think I'm the only person who still has non-final exam stuff to worry about. That really sucks. (well roommate Courtney still has an essay and presentation or something but considering she usually sleeps at 11 p.m. I think this staying up will do her a little good) Here's a rundown of what was happening here not more than 30 minutes ago. (mental image mode) >>>|| Raymond lying on a bed resting while insulting people. Lawrence constantly assaulting him for nearly 40 minutes using weapons such as toilet paper rolls, his feet, and his ass. Sing, when not playing the violin, is subtlely attacking Raymond's ass (which according to him is very important part of his being) with a clipboard. ||<<< Yes, I would agree with some people that there are problems in the world, but there are also problems right here at RJ420! *sigh* I need more caffeine.

So what do you think?
"I don't know" is such an annoying answer to receive, especially when you know that it's probably the truth. Is it just me or are telephones just less effective these days? I just can't seem to communicate with them anymore. What gives? I think I've realised what's pathetic about patient optimistic people; they don't ever DO anything. I hate myself. I should really be going to class rather than blogging right now. Damn it all. *sigh*

I can't hear the music anymore
Ever look out the window and see a bleak dead world? Ever feel cold inside, like your heart is clenching up? Ever try to reach out, but realise there's nothing for you? Ever listen to the beeping of a busy tone until it was no more?

I thought I had finally found a path to walk on, but I realise now that I have yet to take my first step.
I still want what I wanted before.

To offset my rather down mood today, here's something silly, appropriate for you (April) fools.