Eventful weekend

Evening train to Edinburgh. Feasted on braised lamb and stuffed peppers. Watched the rather disturbing Feed and decided as a group (Radzi, Kamil, Naw and myself) to cut back and not gorge on food in the future (after gorging on all that lamb). Promptly broke said promise over the weekend.

Walked up Arthur's Seat. Enjoyed the view, but not the breathlessness half way up. Promised self to get fit in future. Not very confident of keeping the promise though. Stood at the top of the hill and surveyed the horizon, enjoying the sunny weather and the fresh breeze. Went down via a different path. Met a kindly old man who told us to choose a different route as the route we were going down on was 'fatal'. Went down anyway. Evidently still alive.

Laughed at the antics of various personalities in Pak Lah vs Mahathir. Watched self and Radzi on the recording of the trip to Spain and laughed as well, thinking 'What the hell...?' half the time.

Reacquainted myself to the joys of fragging in Halo. Was obviously lacking in practice, although was able to not commit suicide too often ala Bomberman. Tucked into popcorn and coke as England performed poorly (but defeated) Paraguay with everyone asking : how the hell was Crouch chosen over Defoe? Jumped excitedly as Argentina defeated Ivory Coast in the best match of the competition so far - amazing fludity of movements combined with astonishing pace. The Ivorians would've probably done better if they had a better coach, methinks, but I'm not complaining.

Gave up on F1 as Alonso won and McLaren faltered. Again.

The almighty (except on clay) Federer lost to Nadal (60-match clay court winning streak). Again.

Listened to some jazz. Had my all-time favourite Zara coat stolen. Probably from right under my nose. Cursed the thief to the seventh level of hell. Thankfully it was warm enough to walk back in a t shirt at 3 in the morning. Cursed again. Especially when I realised that Sweetie's necklace was in the pocket as well. May the coat catch fire while the thief is wearing it, all buttoned up.

Or let the coat get caught in one of those wicked-looking machines that chew things up in factories. While the factory is burning. As the coat is all buttoned-up around the thief.

Which reminds me, also watched Sympathy for Lady Vengeance, adding to the weekend's list of disturbing movies. Brilliantly shot with a witty script though, so I'd definitely recommend it. Then again, I've got a fascination for morbidity.

Damn thief.

Bought a couple of more books to add to my collection of books-I've-bought-but-haven't-read-yet. Spent the evening with mundane activities. Spent today with mundane activities (except for a patient with a heart attack). Awaiting the Italy vs Ghana match. Hoping that Italy will rise to the occasion like Argentina did, but somehow doubting they'll impress as much.

Or maybe the hem of the coat will get caught in the wheels of an 18-wheeler. While it's all buttoned-up. Around the thief. While the truck's on fire. Dragging the thief along a granite road that's covered with little pieces of glass.

Damn I loved that coat. And that lovely necklace too. Sigh...