It's Been A While.

My trip to Jakarta was one of the worst 5 week periods of my life. But considering I don't usually count my life in five week chunks means that its not saying much. But nevertheless, its a period that has left me hollow inside, like something just disappeared and left me empty.

I try to fill it everyday, but so far I have had nothing but failure.

WHY THE FUCK--

DOES MY CALF MUSCLE HAVE TO SNAP ON THE DAY OF MY LAST KENDO TRAINING
BEFORE GOING BACK TO JAKARTA FOR 5 WEEKS?

FUCK!

Arsenal 1 - 1 Tottenham (Yes I Know Its Late (The Thing About Arsenal's Young Guns)).

Is that every time I watch them play, dazzled by their skill and determination, I can't help but remember that some of these guys are at least a year younger than me. I love them to death, I really do, but the fact that these teenagers (probably still going through puberty) are wearing an Arsenal jersey and playing for the team that I have loved for over a decade just get me all jealous. Hell, if I ever met any of them in real life, I would probably compliment (read: drool all over) them while I hold down their wind pipe as they slowly choke.

Lucky bastards.

It Was Fun While It Lasted.

Nothing good lasts forever, and I know that it was only a matter of time before we had to end it. I just wish that we had more time with each other.

I shall miss you having-the-apartment-all-to-my-self-thus-allowing-me-to-move-the-
bed-and-iMac-into-the-living-room.

Nutjob Of The Week.

Shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite.

Well I guess it's inevitable now. I really do have to go back to Jakarta. Sure, it's only for a few weeks, but that hell-hole just brings up too many bad memories. The thing that I'm afraid of the most though, is that if I have a mental break down, which I'm sure will happen within the first week, I'll be completely vulnerable. No Shrink to help me, no bedroom with 9 short boxes worth of comics to hide behind, no iMac, no friends that I can talk to (that already know the full story), no broadband internet, no cable tv, thus no Daily Show or Colbert Report, no swimming pool, no Kendo, and there'll be no Cat. There won't be a lump of Ginger fur waiting for me in my bed, no attention hungry monster to keep me company. Everything (except for a certain someone stranded in Qatar) is here in Melbourne. Jakarta is no longer home for me.

Shit.

Welcome Back.

Today, after 68 days of being deprived of my source of funnies, the dynamic duo are back! Only one thing left to do now: count down the seconds remaining.


In other news, today is the 3 year anniversary of Yasmin and me (I don't give a toot if I didn't word that correctly). How do we do it? Well I'm usually too doped up while she calls most (read: 99.99999999999999999%) of the shots.

Woohoo!

Burnley 0 - 2 Arsenal

To be honest, the match didn't surprise me. Burnley put up a hell of a fight and were playing better during large patches of the game. The red card seemed harsh, but I'm not going to turn down such an advantage. The two goals showed the ability of one Eduardo and the potential of young Bendtner. Time to get ready for the derby on Thursday.

You can tell I'm half asleep while writing this, can't you?

This Week In Comics (2008/01/02).

My one-comic-pile summed up this week perfectly, slow and small, compared to the gigantic bang that ended 2007. But having said that, the epilogue of The Resurrection Of Ra's Al Ghul closed the chapter on another Batman story. Sure, the whole crossover seemed quite quiet and uneventful, especially with The Sinestro Corps War raging on over in the Green Lantern books, but I can feel something bubbling underneath the surface. It just seems like the final pieces
of the gigantic game of chess that is Final Crisis is being put into place.

It's just too bad that Countdown couldn't be this good.

Why Summer Sucks #1.

No, its not the blistering heat that by now mush have shed at least 5kg off my tubby body. It's the fact that the chafing caused on the the inner thighs is making it almost unbearable to walk. I'm tempted to don on my hakama and walk around with my feet at shoulder width. I seriously need to get an AC in my apartment. Or move to a new apartment with an AC.

And then blast all that cold air on surrounding areas affected by the chafing.

In Arsène We Trust!

"To give absolutely everything I have, every bit of energy to make this Club successful, and make this team successful, because I feel it's a pleasure to work with the team and they give absolutely everything as well, so I want to give everything to make this team successful."
- Arsène Wenger's new years resolution for 2008.

If Wenger can do it, then so can I. So for once, here is a sincere attempt:

1) At the very least sustain a Credit average for the first semester.
2) Turn that Credit average into a Distinction average for the second semester.
3) Be more healthy (this means both food and exercise).
4) Manage my money better.
5) Last but by no means least, be an even better boyfriend/bell-boy to Yasmin.

Put $100 down for me breaking 3 of those resolutions before mid-year.

Funny Stuff.

Newsweek 31/12/2007 - 07/01/2008, pg78.

Took the words right out of my mouth.

Arsenal 2 - 0 West Ham

To be quite honest, the second half was a bit of a snooze. The first was entertaining, especially with a goal being netted before I even had enough time to get my ass comfy on the couch. But one thing that that I realize about the current generation of players is that they are more than capable to score goals from long balls and not just intricate passing (which has been overused in recent history).

I need to sleep now.

Happy New Year?

It's 2008 and I didn't even realise until 15 minutes into it. Lame? Not really. I hate going out at night, even if it is fucking New Years. Batman would be so dissapointed.

He would have wanted me running around in latex fighting bad guys 'till the wee hours of the morning.