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<--Sunday, Jun. 24, 2007 7:48 pm-->
my life has been insanely simple thus far. it consists of a daily routine of eat, sleep, run and eat, sleep, run again. maybe i'll listen to mahler and sleep halfway. then come saturday, it'll be eat, sleep, march. and might just probably even eat the same food for lunch and dinner. you might expect just sleep on sunday, but its still eat sleep run. argh, and to think this will carry on till end august. after that it'll be eat, sleep and dig trench. come end october, i really hope it'll be just eat and sleep and bum all the way..
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<--Wednesday, Jun. 20, 2007 7:09 pm-->
so i've been stuck at home the last four days due to sore eyes (and strangely the rest of the body), which led to many hours of bumming around from the playstation to the computer to the tv set. till i finally had enough and dragged my legs out for a stroll around holland V last night. after walking through lorong mambong with its pubs and such (and i think i saw a new ice cream parlour if my poor eyes did not fail me), i took a turn to the quieter but higher end at chip bee gardens. and looking through the glass door of the pet shop, i waved my hand from left to right and the cat followed direction. so i stood in front of the pet shop for a good five minutes, before the eyes of those eating at da paolo's were plastered upon the crazy guy waving to a cat. even shasha doesnt bother about me when i wave at her.shasha is probably the more loyal/un-loyal dog around. whenever there's nobody at home and i'm the first one back, she'll scamper to the door and paw all over my legs till i allow her to pounce onto my body to give me a hug. but wait till my dad comes back, she'll trade loyalties and become his shadow. so it works in this order from my dad to my mum to me then my brother, but usually my brother's ahead of myself as he feeds her apples, chocolates and such. most of the time she's like this greyish-brown cushion on the floor/couch.
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<--Sunday, May. 27, 2007 9:29 pm-->
(fast foward to 9th August '07)and the speakers along marina blare: '... the first guard-of-honour contingent is formed by the men of 1st C.ommando Battalion ...' (but, __)
that's still some 70 days away so 1 day at a time. i may well grow 0.1 cm per day, blah.
people always ask me, what're you going to do after ord? the one question i totally dread replying. i always say, "i don't know." "going uni?" "next year, maybe, maybe not, i don't know." though i try my best to force a smile, my response is always greeted with weird or sympathetic looks. i just met an old friend of mine on saturday, one whom i'm not too close with but has been part of my life since secondary school. after the customaries, first thing he asked was how's my violin, not the above question. when i told him that i no longer played due to lack of time, he shook his head and said wasted, twice. it seemed as though he fully expected me to take the music path. later that night, i was on the way home with another old friend of mine, with him our history dates back to primary school days. again the question somehow weaved its way into our conversation. i decided to be frank and confide my circumstance. he didnt look like he understood what i said. perhaps saying "i don't know" really make matters simpler and much less explaining to do. argh, i dont know what i'm driving at but time, once again, forces me away from thinking at this white little box.
will be on standby this week.
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<--Sunday, May. 13, 2007 9:33 pm-->
i realise that with different people or groups of people, i eat a totally separate cuisine with each of them. might be tradition, i dont know. for og, its always been hot plate, ever since i could remember those early days in j1. we'll always go shopping for food stuff at ntuc before heading off to nick's house. and all our gatherings are there, probably not because of tradition but the reason being there's the most entertaining place.then i somehow always ask terence out to eat dim sum. but that's also probably cos of the must spend money at club thing, so we end up eating there. yesterday's record was $40+ of dim sum. fattening..
with det mates its steamboat at liang seah st, opposite shaw tower. though we've only been there 2/3 times, but i can already sense the trend beginning.
buffet galore is reserved for my secondary school friends. goodness knows how many eateries(and toilets.. haha) have we (no, our stomachs) conquered our way through.
with coy mates is casuarina prata! yum, i think i've tried everything there already.
well, to keep it short for such lack of time, i should really start keeping a food diary. haha. hopefully i wont see myself transform into a blob after many years of eating!
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<--Monday, Apr. 16, 2007 12:36 am-->
and so i'll be embarking on a trip to taiwan. will be back 8th may. cant wait to be home!
chubby.
<--Sunday, Mar. 25, 2007 12:10 pm-->
oakey and chubby.
chubby and biscuit in garden.
chubby in cage. isnt he adorable!
chubby loves getting tickled.
doesnt this look like the msn display pic?
chubby at upper pierce reservoir with a pink leash!
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i realised that all my pet names are oxy-moronic. my first dog was called corky, and those who read the comic 'beano' before would know that corky is actually a cat. then along came my second dog sky, which was totally jet black. and now chubby, who is possibly the skinniest dog ever! anyway, this furry bundle has been keeping me busy every weekend. of course there're other cuddly bundles too haha.
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<--Monday, Feb. 05, 2007 11:58 am-->
its such a surreal feeling to have a block leave in the midst of major exercises. as i was telling mr len, its akin to suffering then dying the most horrible death (outfield) and suddenly rejuvenated/reincarnated into a whole new life. i'd very much rather remain dead for a period of time before arising to greet the world again.so here i am, on a monday morning which has been blue for the past 61 weeks of my life, and i'm doing things i never expected myself to do in some time to come. how absurd it sounds, but i actually managed to complete a 500piece jigsaw puzzle within 5 hours. and managed to catch both rach 1 & 2 concerts, with rach 3 coming soon too. and of course, playing with my dog. bribing him with bits of chocolates to make him learn how to sit and lie down.
have you watched the classic disney cartoon 'the lady and the tramp'? well, the lady, if i am not mistaken, is a cavalier spaniel, which is one of a many breeds of cocker spaniels. that's my dog - a king charles cavalier spaniel. apparently he's my mum's x'mas present. chubby, as we all call him though he hardly has a tinge of fat, has somehow breathed a buzz into my family. i've hardly seen my parents coo over anything, whether be it a dog or a baby; they probably were'nt even that excited about my babyhood. but that is what, precisely, makes me admire my parents so much. chubby lost his right eye after being born and his breeder decided that he was'nt show dog quality anymore so decided to give him to any willing adoptors, since he was in a way disabled. cue, my parents into the picture. and they have showered him with so much love and attention that i sometimes wonder whether chubby is their third child. this just tells me that if i were to be seriously disabled or sick, they'll still love and treat me all the same. i'm not sure if many people could do that.
one thing i realised about post-concerts or in-between-concerts, audiences tend to discuss the volume the music was played. not that i have very much other interesting things to talk about, but what happened to exclaiming how magical the opening chords of rach 2 were or how the metrical displacement in the 2nd movement as ingenious as brahms! (haha) and did anybody try to count the number of variations in brahms 4th symphony, 4th movement? and there comes the few i-have-attended-every-single-rach-2-concert type who says how this is the 3rd best of all rach 2s he/she has heard sort. are you not remembering the one and only truth of music that live performances happen only once in the lifetime? and there i could only nod my head in silent agreement. ok maybe that's just the singaporean side of musical discussion. i should try to prowl the depths of the stalls and circle 1 lobbies and eavesdrop on what the ang mohs say.
today is a special day and i sincerely hope there would be many more special days to come. =)
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<--Friday, Dec. 08, 2006 11:32 am-->
have had enough of east coast park from the last few weeks or so. probably covered the entire stretch more than 10 times already, till i know exactly where our president does his daily morning exercise and where each tai chi group dances around in slow-mo. but 72km was a blast. never had a more enjoyable route march before - if only somebody had given me painkillers for the cuts on my heels. ice cream, 100 plus, red bull and other assortments at every 4km rest point; never knew they would pamper us to that extent. oh well, but we did pay a sum for that. the remainder's all in my store now so i'd occasionally help myself to a drink. =) but seriously, i wonder how do certain people spout soooo so so so so much rubbish or rather ie. talk cock to the point of irritation. never ceases to amaze me about the things they talk about. yeah sure to ease the boredom but i found it too nonsensical. gah when was the last time you heard me babble rubbish?the other day the signallers were debating whether 72km or running the marathon was worse. found it really amusing 'cos they never did experience both so how would they know! such is my dislike for hypotheticals. anyway, to enlighten their endless debate: anything is possible without my wife (the rifle duh..) and my dear alice. haha.
standchart marathon was fun! there were cute girls at every kiosk and all my seniors (myself excluded) were scheming how to hit on them all the while, at least for the first 10km when everyone wasnt fatigued yet. everytime they saw a bevy of girls they'd purposely act macho and run faster, which is a really stupid thing to do when you've got roughly 37.195km left to run. and the irony was that all the hotter girls were at east coast park, so by the time they got there, they were too tired to even notice them ha. girls aside, it was certainly a painful experience. come 30km mark, the soles of my feet were numb and my knees felt as though they could pop out of their sockets any moment. went alil' wee crazy between 20-30km; came up with the notion that from 20km onwards, no one else can overtake me. that was an extremely inflated ego and plain naive but it happens when you're ahead of your bmt sargeants who does 8min 2.4 and a certain iron soldier. thus was my plight from 30km onwards. got alil' boring after i lost my running partner from the start of east coast (presumably slowing down gawking at all the girls..). then found myself tagging along, wrong, leeching to random people, as though sucking on whatever minute energy they have left till they're bone dry and then moving on to the next person. and so the cycle repeats. the finishing point was strategically placed after the whole row of toilets. so imagine the pungent wharf of whatever people do in those cubicles breathed in throw your nostrils as you approach the end. its no surprise that both men's and women's records were broken this year..
oh oh the starting was the most hilarious! bumped into jason yip and went around bumming with him looking for a toilet. all cubicles had at least 10 people queing up behind so we went to the far end of padang in search of a -ahem- quiet spot. err, in short, the entire padang/esplanade area became an enormous open toilet. guys and girls scurrying into shrubs before and after the start was a common sight. no one really bothered but from now onwards i'm never going to step on grassy areas anymore.
have not been able to walk properly for the last 4 days. espescially the day after, with swollen knees. but i'd recommend the marathon to anyone who wants slim legs, if they dont mind the pain that comes along.
gah, i saw a girl with a really bad hair day yesterday. hair pins all over the shop. erm, random event. wanted to get a free coffee from starbucks too but queue was too long. visited sheares again and bummed around abit with JJ in the seedy peninsula plaza.
the past 2 days and i suspect, the next 2 days will be full of bumming around. have been playing marvel: rise of the imperfects and some star wars podracing on ps2. mm, shall go bum around somemore. the holiday season has really sunk in!
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<--Sunday, Nov. 19, 2006 8:37 pm-->
never imagined myself coming to this extent. am 3 days away from probably the craziest thing i'll ever do in life. having come thus far, it'll be such a waste not to complete it. all that stands between myself and the red beret is just a 72km 'stroll in the park'. still remember my first 4km route march in bmt: sir was saying how its just like walking down orchard road with one's girlfriend. yeah sure, like i carry a 15kg pack and rifle under the blazing sun when i'm out with grace. =x anyway, it'll all begin on 22nd 8am. from there, we'll cover the entire coastal road along changi airport and the whole of east coast park till fort road. probably make a few rounds at ecp, at least got some scenery (or people - ie. hot babes) to look at haha. and should end approximately 24hours later.23rd's the big day. think i'll probably break down and cry for all the stupid - yet somehow still worthwhile - crap i've been through the last 11 months. i mean, i'm like the last person on earth you'd expect to be ONE of them. argh.. then again, upholding our name and assuming the responsibility as an elite is by far more difficult than earning the status. that'll be the biggest challenge. if we live up to it, i'll see you all on tv during next year's NDP. =)
was at swissotel vertical marathon today! a very painful event. 73 floors / 1776 steps of pure agony. come like the 20th floor, was wondering why on earth i had signed up for it and seriously considering rolling all the way down to the bottom. the only other time i felt such stinging sensation of latic acid in my thighs was during michael loh's super legs PE session in j1. thankfully i was still able to walk and climb stairs after the event, unlike 2 years ago. =x took 10'40 which equates to roughly 8.76s per floor. joshua was just 3 seconds behind, think i overtook him at like the 70th floor heh. the view up there isnt altogether spectacular, with all the haze. whats more they chase you down even before you get to recover properly. my heart was still racing when i reached ground level.
went to bras basah for book fair to continue my beano/dandy comic hunt. found a fair bit of annuals. if anyone has the abovementioned comics and are willing to part with them, let me know! grace's probably rolling her eyes saying that i'm acting like some small kid or had a deprived childhood =x. narh just something i'd like to remember by and cling on to..
have i mentioned that i decided last-minute to go for lin cho liang's concert last night! probably my 7th concert only this year blehh. maybe the long break's good. find that i'm sharper and more sensitive to spotting the subtleties. but spent majority of Ives' trying to figure out what on earth was going on. gah, bring on the straightforward stuff man, was never for the complex anyway. always find the sophistication in the simplest of stuff. ta, Mozart.
don really know why i've been rambling on and on so much. maybe its just an out-pouring of stuff. or i've got nothing better to do. mm think i should start writing alil' more in case my language totally degenerates (as in the case of my chinese haha. speak to me in chinese and i'll reply in english =x.) coupled with marginally more free time now that i'm passing out soon and with somebody's exams round the corner, i suppose you'll be hearing from me on a slightly higher frequency as compared to previous months.
so christmas is coming! and its time to prepare for 'exercise santa claus'. or does 'exercise sleigh ride' sound more catchy?