Saturday 28 July 2007

Le Formale 2007

Great formal. Well, I think it was. I really haven't been to any others. Hence, my claim that it is, in fact, the "Best formal that I have ever been to in my life. Ever."

First up, I'd like to thank Will's mum (Ha. Ha. Ha.) Seriously though, thanks to Anh for coming to the formal with me. Looked awesome and matched my suit. And fun to be with. I'm pretty sure I was undeserving of such a great date.

WTH at house captains. I really don't enjoy seeing guys dance on stage naked. It was funny at the time though. But then you look at the photos. Enough said.

Everyone looked phully sick. Pretty hard not to when you're wearing a suit. By the way, formal photos are at http://www.flickr.com/photos/ihuang/.

Thanks friends, for a great night.


Monday 16 July 2007

You shall not pass!

Sigh. That is all.

Anyway, I made up the title of this post before I began typing, so I might as well mould (mold?) this post around it.

At the beginning of every semester, I hear a voice. Not a quiet one. Heaven forbid, I'm not that fortunate. No. It is a ridiculously, excessively loud and angry voice, that screams in my head. "You shall not pass!" it says to me, the voice reverberating around my head. Then I scream "I shall defeat you!" At which point people on the train are already calling the nearest asylum.

I bet the Socceroos feel the same way, with a voice saying "You shall not pass!" But who takes the blame? The coach, who, pardon my bandwagon-jumpingness, seems to have no idea what he's doing? Or should the players be criticised for their clear lack of enthusiasm? Or even the FFA, who should have appointed not necessarily a better coach, but someone who at least has more experience (which would, in effect make them better)? Or is it an amalgamation of all these factors, combining in what looks like a very likely early exit from the comp? I don't know the answer, and neither should you. I would be pleasantly surprised if you did. But if you think you know, then drop us a comment.

Have a good term everyone. Ignore that voice of evil that expounds the filth of dark forgotten realms. You shall pass.