televisions' life support

Thursday, November 29

t.o.w. the tee vee pee wee

Sony Bravia is so freaking ugly.

Where is my Samsung.

Where is the sanctity of a promise.

Where the fuck are they when I need them to step up and show me they are worth growing up to?

Oh and I think I may want to focus on behavioral economics.

To study how FICKLE consumption can be and how intertemporal too.

MY GOD.

Who the hell names a machine Bravia. Is it like female for Bravo?

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 3:04 PM

Sunday, November 25

t.o.w. all the talk

I need joeyesque.

Had dinner with Jie Long and Fabian on Friday and it was nice. Slow, sedate, real and despite all the long moments of exclusion, still reasonably enjoyable.

I've always known it easier to unload off friends who arent that close. I guess that stands.

And then had tennis. I'm really unfit. Seriously. Tomorrow I shall go for Live Walk. Heh.

I had a 9 tai zi mo last night. 7 doubles with 2 flowers, I cant believe I didn't win in the end. Madness.

Today was tv day. This is PROJECT RUNWAY, DAH!

18 work days to the end of the year. Woohoo!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:05 PM

Sunday, November 18

t.o.w. the comeback of the year

A night match at a dilapidated area in the western part of Singapore.

Rained washed out most part of day play and so the match was a continuation from previously.

I thought I started off well, racing off to a 3-1 lead. Hitting pretty accurately. Maybe even painting the lines. Perhaps that was the problem. I started to miss. Excessively and soon wound up dumping the set into the gravel with a magnificent display of errors fittingly befriended only by the grandiose stance of the Dementieva serve.

My opponent started moving side to side along the base line, and even though I was moving forward to catch the ball early on the rise, I could do nothing against his speed. Brute-like speed. Was he even human?

I went on to lose the second set as well but somehow managed to claw my way back into the game by taking 5 out of 6 games in the 3rd set.

Then it rained.

I desperately wanted to win. But, how was I to win 2 sets during the night match when my previous one was just 1 game short of a whitewash? I really couldn't see myself pulling off an upset and yet I refused to think about it. Assured that nonchalance is an armor strong enough to fend off what was to come. I could not admit obvious defeat.

Crunch time. Miraculously, I started off the evening's proceedings well - slapping 3 emphatic winners in a row to clinch the 4th set. Down to the wire this time, I told myself. During the court change, I was so pumped up. Determined that the sweat and grim suffered today and the many previous would be the last.

I pumped my fist and slapped my thigh. The show must go on.

Alas, my opponent upped the ante and started to hit with the form that saw him decimate me in previous match ups. He threw a string of winners too to level up the final set. 5 all. We went blow for blow. Trading winner after winner, error after error. Once, I dumped a shot so low into the net I thought no one would even see it to tell so. 7-7. This was it.

In the final 4 points, we first traded courtesy shots, eager to not lose on an error, certain that the emotional trauma from it would certainly grant the other victory. But I couldnt resist that weak backhand sitter. I ran up and plummeled it into the open court on a off forehand. 8-7. I was shouting in my head. I needed to keep it cool.

The next shot was a beauty. A strong serve followed by a weak return from the opponent barely 50m away from me. I rushed forward with the drop. 2 bounces before it rolled to a stop on the service line. 9-7. The adrenaline could drown. I tried to keep cool. Froze in my position. But in me, the raw emotions of chance and excitement were getting the better of me. Alas. A double fault. Match points for both players on my serve.

I could not let my nerves do this. I screamed the loudest I ever had. COME ON.

Bounce. Bounce. Stare. Toss. Pull Back. Leap. Connect. Serve.

The ball flew through, pass the net and landed neatly on the sidelines, barely touching it, my opponent reached, missed. There was a roar. Victory? And then a hush. He challenged the point.

Hawk Eye never really was my friend.

The screen came on, the ball motion tracked, it flew over the net and landed on the line. Barely making it.

YES!

Victorious. The bane that had me cursed in 3 previous match ups finally sang his fat lady song.

Good match, Figure 15.

ATP. 20/40, PASS.

Wee!!!

For the 2 seconds that I jumped up yelling Yes Yes! I was never more embarrased and yet, never more nonchalant - it is the armour strong enough to fend what is to come.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 12:21 PM

Monday, November 12

t.o.w. all the bad timing

This is a week where Murphy's Law is just about hitting the nail on the head. Except that Murphy's Law is sledgehammer that weighs 15 tons, banging in a nail on my head.

1. The realisation that despite the improvements in technology of communication, the real limiting factor to dialogue is none but man himself.

2. The incredibly fucked up timing of things.

3. The dawning that things are far worst then I singled them out to be.

4. The yearning and yet the inertia to get things going.

5. The uncertainty of things.

6. The crisis of individual personification.

7. The fact that my scalp hurts when I pull on my hair doesn't help.

Oh, Come on!

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:49 PM

Sunday, November 11

t.o.w. lions for lambs

God, I needed this.

Finally a show that was powerful and poignant enough to erase the nightmare that was Stardust. Haha. Not that Stardust was atrocious, but it was rather weird and lame in a medieval kind of way.

So as a proud lefty, I say heck the critics and go watch Lions for Lambs. Acting thumbs up, although I thought Tom Cruise was too (horizontal) and really could have explored the (vertical). Meryl Streep was at her usual Sunday best and Robert Redford, well all I can say is that he's really ageing. Haha. But nevertheless, I thought the film explored really good themes. And despite the outrage against how anti-republican, anti-war and anti-america the show is, I thought it really was an accurate reflection of the democrat's take on the current situation in and abroad of America.

How political apathy is actually a free get-out-of-jail card for the government's temerity in some of her atrocious decisions in Iraq. How righteousness is a often misconstrued effort for peace; how they deviate. How the war against terror started out with America on a united front; in solidarity, but how it all fell part along political lines after the terrible choices made by the shrubbery and his staple. How the war, nevertheless, must and will go on till the stars and stripes wave victorious, because of how showmanship has come into play, sadly, into the faith of people's lifes. How brave the men and women of the military are - lions unafraid to stand tall at their death, one sentenced to them by the lambs that are their leaders.

The Republicans and the Pro-War, Pro-America people diss the film. Diss it for the Oscars that it will laud and recieve. Since when did Pro-Freedom give way to Pro-War for the movement behind Pro-America.

To all the American Republicans - they've made their film, so put your gun down and start making yours and then let the people who use their mouths instead of muzzles do the talking.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 12:14 AM

Saturday, November 10

t.o.w. the compulsive addictive

Sometimes I wonder if I have a disorder.

A compulsion for everything to be perfect, to win always and to accomodate no one.

There's a term for this.

I have no mood to blog anymore.

This makes this post less than perfect, hardly a winner and definitely offers no form of accomodation.

I think I need sleep.

Dinner?

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 1:32 PM

Friday, November 9

t.o.w. the birthday strike

Pencils down means pencils down.

What a haughty birthday gift.

Dear writers from Hollywood,

As much as I am on your side, supportive of your rights to your wonderful material that has me glued to the screen, I do not support your strike.

This is because less writing means less acting which means less watching for me.

So please, be a dear, and retract the strike.

Afterall, it is my birthday month and as TV's most loyal fan, I think I deserve a present.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:05 AM