Monday, June 05, 2006
The Weekend

Lazyitis has conquered me again and I have found myself rather disinterested in posting anything here for the past two weeks or so. I'd have reviewed X-Men: The Last Stand last Tuesday but then again, found my potential energy (AKA inertia) too arduous to overcome.

Anyway, as a rebuff to Iceman's words in his latest post, I disagree that (a) X-Men 3 is worth 5 popcorns. It's worth about 3. I'd throw the other 2 at the screen and declare Brett Ratner a patronising schmuck for the "surprise" ending scene he adds right at the end of the movie (when the credits have ended).

And (b), I prefer Mystique to Rogue. We already know girls can kill you with a touch, that's nothing new. Don't believe me? Try touching any girl on an MRT and see how you die lah.

And is an ordinary girl fun? Yes, possibly, but I'd still prefer Mystique over Rogue for the simple reason that she's a thousand women in one. Life can be never be boring when you are making whoopie with Angelina Jolie on Monday, Zhang Ziyi on Tuesday, Maria Sharapova on Wednesday...(btw, even the de-superpowered human Mystique looks good, especially when she was lying stark nekkid on the floor of the truck)

Talking about the sexy Russian siren, little Miss Sharapova, she and little Miss Daniela Hantuchova just robbed me of any incentive to watch the French Open after both of these sexy Eastern European chicks crashed out of the tournament.

It's a crying shame really. Take a look at the picture on the left. Have you ever seen anyone play tennis in babydoll nighties like this? I really hope Maria would consider playing in her lingerie next in Wimbledeon and then after that, hopefully, anything (or rather, everything) goes!

Continuing on the subject of sports, as you would expect most British pundits to do, after a routine 6-0 drubbing of a most embarrassing Jamaica (so embarrassing, in fact I think Singapore might beat them 3-0) , England have been tipped to bring the Cup back to England (England might be where the game was born but wasn't the World Cup a French lad's idea?). And Peter Crouch has suddenly become the best striker in the world after Thierry Henry, Ronaldo and Nor Alam Shah. Bring on Brazil, they say, 40 years of dreaming for the sleeping giants is about to end! Come on, you Brits...40 years sounds more like a coma to me, so pull out the tubes, die a gracious death and let us all get over this (4-yearly) rhetoric.

My weekend was sprinkled with doses of ill luck.

First, I forgot to buy a familiar, friendly 4D number which I knew would regularly turn up to wave at me and ask to collect winnings. So this past weekend, following my failure to bet on it, that number duly showed up and waved a middle finger at me. It was a starters prize winner.

And then this morning, a close member of the family died on me. Yes, my Zen Neeon just hung suddenly and I couldn't activate the controls nor turn it off. How nice! Now maybe I gotta send the little blessed thing to the Zen workshop for it to be zenctifed....and you wonder how come Ah Sim's products can't fight with Ah Steve's products. It's not just about marketing and doing panda commercials, Ah Sim. At least make sure your products don't just suddenly hang like that lah. @#$%^&*.

I ate a very sinful meal on Saturday. Basically, during weekends, I have a tendency to cook myself a whole greasy brunch of potato chips, pork chops and sunny-sideups. There's enough oil used in my cooking here to fuel a generator for a month...and it has all ended up in my stomach. If only my insurance company knew, I think they'd regret the day they signed me up.

I also did another rather sinful thing this past weekend. I allowed sloth to get the better of me and didn't attend church service...oh, wait, that happens just about every weekend. Well, as Jesus would say, "Repent, you SOB!"