coincidences...

Quite a week of revelations.

Apparently, Agassi did crystal meth - but who really gives a shit anyway? Paul got his ass FIRED. JUSTICE!! And finally, mom and dad ask me to play tennis with them on Saturday.

If you remember the Southpark Ep, the parents of Southpark got their parents to quit pokemon by picking up pokemon themselves. Apparently the only way to make your kids disgusted over something is for the parents to like it. Will my parents' dastardly plan work? Tune in.

Went on a cooking frenzy again this week. Nothing burned. Except maybe a lid handle that was made of plastic. Ooops.

Hawt cousin is cooking up a storm for her new bf. I never knew how important it is for the woman to impress with her cooking. Apparently cooking skills are to women what nike is to tennis. Or adidas for that matter. It is the foundation.

You can't cook!! Afix the bow of shame! Cast her into the pit of ruin.

And OH OH I just heard that the NEW singapore uni has a SNAZZZZZZZZZY and HAPPPPPPPENING new name. Guess what? It's called Singapore University of Technology and Design. SUTD. Sexually and Urinary Transmitted Diseases? Some Unintentional Torn Dress? Super Uber Trans-super Door-stopper? Simply Useless Tea Drink?

SUPER FUCKING BORING NAME.

I am polishing up the racquets and the cleaning the shoes. Tennis at our country club back in JB, where people still stone other people to death, so the dress code is UBER STRICT. To avoid getting my ass stoned or crucified in some godforsaken muslim (is this an oxymoron?) ritual, i have to adhere to the strict dress code. Full collar, white, with non marking soled shoes. So i put together all my white gear and i realized in embarrassment that all my white tennis gear is FEDERER GEAR.

The last thing i want is to walk onto the court looking like a Federer fan-boy. But at least i can play. If anyone laughs, i'll serve a kicker into his throat. Hopefully, i'll meet a few good players whom i play with some time in JB.

Sick of thrashing zs' ass.

U heard that?