Olympics.

This weekend has been a wonderful one. First of all, a long weekend that wasn’t planned:

It was the first time in my life that I have really experienced a typhoon signal 9. To be honest, at times it does feel a bit scary when the wind was so strong. But at least it did give me an opportunity to watch a bit of Olympics.

But of course, today was the end of the Olympic Games, and I am beginning to wonder what’s there to be done after the games are over. It’s like, there’s no more games on TV, no more chasing after the scores, no more wondering if Phelps is going to win his next mdeal, no more whining about how Singaporeans don’t treasure their medal winners and insist that they should be born in Singapore… oh man, life is of such emptiness after the Olympics are over. Damn.

Olympics are over. Oh dear.