Her fingers twitch uncertainly, her palms are sweaty as she casts a few expectant glances around her. She could sense it, it was coming, her greatest prize. But where would it come from? That she knew not but still she waits, calmly, maybe slightly impatiently,to claim it.

THERE! She has spotted it. An opening! Her spine tingles as she eyes her prize greedily. Ooohhh, it was almost hers, she could smell it. Slowly, she edges closer to her prize, circling around it protectively, not unlike a mother protecting her newborn. A sudden movement beside her startles her. She spots yet another like her, whose attention was fixed on the prize in front of both their ravenous eyes. Anxious that someone might snatch it away from her, she hisses a and glares menacingly at her naive rival. A warning, a message to that poor being to back off for it was hers. It works. Her glare, so intense and intimidating, sending shivers down the spine of her rival and he retreats with a slight yelp and a longing look at what could never be his.

Satisfied now, she bides her time, counting down to the time when she can claim her prize. After what seems like an eternity, the doors open, the magical words are spoken, the way is clear and she proudly and gladly claims the prize.

Her greatest prize, her treasure, her love............. A seat on the MRT!

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That was just an observation in the MRT yesterday morning coupled with my imagination. The train was going from Woodlands to Admiralty and this 40 year + typical high class auntie was literally skulking around for a seat. The way she moved her eyes, left and right, her quick movement once she saw a prospective seat. Kinda reminded me of a vulture. You know the picture of a vulture looking auntie with a handbag and umbrella wearing a white pearl necklace and with thick glasses. Can you imagine it? Like a cartoon she was.

Anyway away from that, I've finished filling in 8 weeks of my log book in around 8 hours yesterday. Of course thats not the actual amount of the time I spent writing it, cause I get easily distracted by the computer in front of me. Oh I forgot to mention I wrote the log book during work. So yeah, I had to juggle writing a log book, doing work and surfing the net, thus taking a longer time than expected with the log book. But its finally done! Thank goodness, it was quite a chore to make every little thing I had to do during the past few weeks seem like monumental earth changing live saving tasks. But then again, I am quite good at bullshitting. Yes, very good indeed. You'd probably know that by now if you're reading this.

Right, so 2 major sporting events just ended the last weekend. The Finals of the Rugby World Cup and the conclusion of the F1 race. For those of you expecting me, a soccer fan, to have stated the Merseyside derby between Liverpool and Everton as 1 of those major sporting events, I'm sorry, but I just don't consider 2 mid-table mediocre clubs playing soccer as major.

The results of the F1 were certainly surprising, but deserved nonetheless. The hot favourites Lewis Hamilton and to a certain extent Fernando Alonso, both from Mclaren, both with a deep dislike of each other, both beaten by Kimi Raikkonen of Ferrari. How did it happen? Mainly because Mclaren shot themselves in the foot. Fighting within the team between Alonso and Hamilton contributed to their loss. Despite all the reasons of gearbox failure etc. it was, I felt, eventually down to the lack of cohesion and teamwork which resulted in Mclaren getting nothing but nothing. They coulda wrapped it up way before this race. They could have made it easy for themselves. But jealousy got in the way, greed covered their eyes. And they were made to pay for it. How foolish eh? Money ain't the root of all evil. Greed is. Remember that.

Now on to Rugby. South Africa vs England. I got a feeling England does not know how to appreciate beauty at all. Their football is so boring and so is their rugby play. Kick kick kick their way to victory via the undoubtedly talented Wilkinson seems to be their only tatic. South Africa, known for their speed had no choice but to comply to England's ugly approach. The net result? A game with 0 tries. Ze the fukin ro. A final! Last world cup final was so much more entertaining. In fact I've seen club games with better play and more entertainment. I think its just in their veins, the English value results above entertainment. Result oriented people they are. Which makes me, a fan of both Rugby and Soccer, cringe whenever either England team plays. In fact I'd much rather watch plants photosynthesise than watch England matches, especially their soccer matches. But oh well, whatever floats their boats I suppose.

Alright I shall end here. I still have some work left to do and its getting closer to 6 so yeah, wish you all happy working or happy whatever you're doing.

Oh yea just a side note, apparently Albus Dumbledore is gay. Am I shocked? Yes, yes I am. But then again, thinking back and putting the pieces together, it does fit in with what she says.

After all, why in the world would ANY MALE pay more attention to Harry when there's Hermione(Emma Watson =D) around???