General Expression.

There are several posts I've tried to make, but I've left them as drafts. Don't know why, but lost the zest for almost anything.

Exams are meant to occupy us, and now that they're over, I've lost my zest. Instead of posting separately about things that've blossomed into occurrence about and around me, I'll just list them down here. In prose and not point form. If not essay will get zero. Which is delightful. I've thought about writing stories or the novella(s) that I have been trying to squeeze out of me and onto paper fully ever since...ever. Ah bother. My lost of zest has spread.

This is not how I envisioned spending my Saturday. I should be actively outdoors or at the gym, which I meant to, along with Cherng Ru today Instead, I'm relegated to staying at the computer which is something I needed to convince my imperious mother to let me do.

But for a guy who's completed his promotional exams (though he might suffer a cruel retainment), has no readiness mentally and physically for academia these days, and is suffering the painful affliction of having blisters at the soles of my feet, the computer is the only lover that I can embrace, though it is evil.

I got my cursed blisters yesterday, while playing a bit of soccer barefoot at MJ's street soccer court, which was hot burning ground. I quit the game after it was too painful. I did tell Hakim that I didn't want to play. And I was in slippers only. So had to ditch them to play properlly. But left to nurse my feet. Friday was delightful. Really had fun playing tennis. Was roused out of bed at 11 by Dawn. And deceived into cleaning the house by my mother. She made me clean my room first, then led me slowly into cleaning most bits of the house with the mop. Sly!

The only compensation was that "Secret" was played on my DVD player. And I could mop the flooring to it. I love "Secret". I liked the schoolboy-schoolgirl romance and how it made me feel. I'm an emotive sweet-chum. I concede. Missed it in cinema. But there wasn't anyone to watch it with anyway. I reserve it for that special girl. But I'd have liked to watch it on the big screen anyway.

I've made the OST of the movie to be my blog playlist. All the songs are there. I just wanna share the music. There're really nice piano pieces that are really complex and delectable. Ignore the opening song and scroll down through to make your selection.
Listen to the Secret Track, both the fast and slow versions! Those are my favourite pieces. If I don't get my copy of the movie soundtrack, I think I'll rob CD-Rama.

So back to tennis.

It was the first time I played the game anyway. Tennis? Oh you mean the gameboy game ar. Eh no ah. Orh. The Prince of Tennis comic? That's what I know about tennis. But was really sweet setting off Megan and making her do her Aunty Pose. I still can't do her pose right. Maybe I need more practice and to lose some centimeters. Wait. That'll be a lot of centimeters. Everytime I hit the ball wrongly skyward, I started running baseball-style. Like it was a home-run. It was well. Fun.

Afterward went to library to slack. Saw a pretty girl there studying. Hmmm. Too bad she disappeared later. Nearly fell asleep. Then me, Dickson and Hakim started talking about NS and the SAF and army stuff, that amusingly left Dawn out. She sat there like: "Er...Er..". Andrew was stoning. Megan...I forgot what she was actually doing then. Left earlier to grab dinner. At the Whitesands foodcourt. Met another pretty girl who's from Chung Cheng High (main). hmmm. Adorable.

Went home expectant to go to training, and tended to my blisters, but I realised that I couldn't walk properly much less fight, so decided to give it a miss. Luckily I did. It was drills, which I couldn't do which my feet blistered and all. Kyokushin drill is the most hateful component of Karate training. I remember one time when I was a blue-belt I collapsed because the stitch was so immense and I could not stand. So I stayed home and watched "Secret" again. Haha.

I really like the story, the twist and the Kwai Lun-Mei and the exchange between the two. Makes me feel contented. That's kinda what I said to Dickson the last time online. In a relationship with a girl, it's not about sex actually. I would just be happy to lie with the girl that is my star with her head on my shoulder forever. And I would just want that to last.

I don't know how I swayed into talking about romance and how I'd like mine to be. But in case people like Crystal think that the make-up of boys is simply: SEXSEXSEXSEX!!! Which is not entirely true. Though our preoccupation with that is in-borne. We cannot blame the Almighty for how some men think with their other head. Snigger, snigger.

Forget about that, anyhow.

Hopefully, my blisters can seal up back into glorious baby-smooth new skin again, and I can walk, jump and run like the boisterous young boy that I am. Life without looming examinations is pretty boring seeing that I've no piston applying pressure on me. I feel lost. Am I going to be subject to my mother's cruelty until Wednesday? This weekend seems long and weary compared to last week's precious 72 hours gifted from above.

Paradigms shift eh. Leaping into another topic, I've decided, to show off, and to also have people who are aspiring/ really adept/ or really adept at faking know-how in psychiatry to analyze why I chose the pictures below to show the rest of the world. Or it could be simply because those pictures are linked to me and I feel obliged simply to flaunt.

Intellectuals, I welcome opposition.

I really like her. She's great in "Secrets" and is a very sweet girl. I'd really like to see her pair up with Jay Chou.

This is me in the bathroom just before I set off for school. Took it at whim. Crystal or somebody says I look sinisterly pervertic. Hell, I'm not. At least, not at that time!

This is the picture of the floating platform at Marina early in the morning. This was taken during my BB Company's Biannual Cycling Expedition. We approached the Esplanade from Zouk along Singapore River and came to take this picture. It was an exhilrating, fun overnight thing that was potentially testicularly damaging. No wonder Lance Armstrong has got testicular cancer. He spends 8 hrs on his bike a day. Ball-busting.

One might think this picture is taken about the same time as the one above or about the same time. This was taken at least 8 hrs before, at Benjamin Sheares Bridge before we veered into city and far away from there then. The ride down the bridge was incredible. Super sexy slope. Wouldn't mind going again on another midnight-to-morning ride. i think most people know where this is?

This was the team that I was babysitt-no, safeguarding. LOL. No offense. This team was a motley crew of Boys that weren't really great at cycling. There were some scrapes that we got into but surprisingly, we all managed to make it back to the endpoint at a decent time. It was a great experience and though London (Benjamin devey) and I got frustrated at several junctures-CLTs are accorded the privilege to be pissed off too- we managed.

This was the medal I got from my first ever Kyokushinkai Knockdown tournament. I came in third placing, but wasn't really happy about it. The first 2 were gurkhas. hmph!

This was my Brown Belt grading in August 2006. Seems like a long time ago.

The breaking was really unfriendly. It was 6 then. Now its 8. If only I were still a little boy.

This was taken sometime early in 2007. Just before training. Employed my sister as photographer. Or was it my mother? They indulged me anyway.

This will be the last picture for this post. It's tiring to put in so many pictures. It was taken at the 4h class chalet end last year. It was a fun chalet, and was great cos of the people there; not all of them, but most. And Jeremy there made it better for the atmosphere, even though if he were there cause he was Audrey's beau. Haha. Love him.

I think i'll wrap it up here and desert the World Wide Web. I need to go back to a mundane, sedate life. And the person I want to talk to hasn't shown up too. I'm done waiting. And call me if you really want to talk me up, all you lovelies out there. I rarely use MSN or my phone now. Ditch them all the time. Sorry if you're vexed by my neglect. My picture's up there in this post. You can use it to satisfy your urges to have me. I know I'm desirable.

Ciao.

i'm lazy and I deserve to die.

It's unbelievable that I still got time to blog.
I have still things undone, and the reason that I came online was to print stuff and research the dramatic significance of Othello, as I'm not inclined to sieve through the book manually to pull out meanings that may not be as surely there as literature fanatics assert us all.
What do I want to tell the world?

Friday night was probably a good-and-bad night.
Good because it was a decent training, with not only the adults, which made the atmosphere a bit stiff, but also the children from Sunday's class and the BlackBelts Shaun and Glenn back, as well as Dinie, who returned last week. It's kinda nostalgic to see the original line-up in the front leading training to be Dinie, Sensei, Glenn and Shaun. The training was great and the 200 front kicks that concluded the first half was rhythmic and great!

The sparring was excellent. To me.
Ha! Of course, if I'm the one giving the beating.
Went a bit heavier on this TKD dude that now is a Kyokushin yellow-belter. Gave him a punch to his sternum that made him double over gasping. Oops. Actually. It was intentional.
I remember sparring the following people in succession:

Novia: this girl complained last week that I was hard on her. So I pretty much let her kicked me. Conditioning. Good for the bones.
some blue-belt girl: she was really strong. Quite alarming. Did have feeling to her kicks. Considered giving her some back.
white-belt 1: this guy had some martial art training before this. the moment his leg touched me, I knew. So let him hit for a while. Not too shabby. Certainly full of potential. But not honed. I gave him a left roundhouse to his head. Really fast but not fully loaded. His head shifted from the impact some way away. Let him breathe. And asked him if he'd train before. His first answer was 'yes'. Then he shook again to say 'no'. Surely one. Haha. Interesting.
white-belt 2: Nothing special. Let him hit me and politely hit him back. No headshots. Lazy.
yellow belt guy: You should have read the story above?
Han yi: A brownbelt at the time I entered. Returned after several years. Not too bad, but I'm grown already. I'm not easy anymore.
Michael: Love him. He's preparing for his Shodan soon. Bless him. They're all gonna kill him like they killed me. It was normal sparring with him. I know him. That was enough. Axe kick and all, nicely done. But no intention behind the kick.
Glenn: This guy, don't think I've ever went against him before. He was trying to knock me out. Ha! Dream on. Now that i know him. I can beat him. Just wait.
Colin: Nothing much. Old partner.

This isn't a captivating post. I actually got more. But while i was typing half way, somebody committed suicide a block away. First a loud crash, and a police car, another police car and an ambulance. Nobody was in the ambulance when it came out. I'm drawn away from blogging.
Ciao.

8th September

Time and the pace which I work at do not agree. They've never agreed. I'd like to say time is the one that's causing all the havoc and giving me undulated distress, but it isn't. It's actually me, and the way I sway and laze. Have intended September to be full-blown hard-work month. Or at least, the 3 weeks leading up to the Promotional Exams. But intentions, except for murderous ones, count for nothing.

"I intend to do _____," I say.

"I might actually do it, if I were able to well, ah never mind. I think I'm fine staying on this chair/ bed. I'll stay here for a bit and we'll see if I get up. If not, fate is at work," I mean.

Beautiful. Succintly explains my academic misfortune or non-fortune most of my life. This silly quality is imbibed in me and while I hope to get off my buttocks and dive into monotonous hard work (see the negativity obscuring my actually getting on task?), I relax and pray for some unseen brilliance that I'd like to think I have to shine through and help me glide onto JC 2, while I have not known or exemplified the divine word, 'diligence'. Ah. A stranger.


My status(have the stars gauge my progress):
Chemistry: Chemical Kinetics. Some Remnant views about volume ratio=mole ratio-Avogadro's Law (Gases); Some of Organic Chemistry-finding Chirality, Cis-trans isomerism, optical isomerism,functional group isomerism, electrophilic addition and most of Halogenoalkanes....
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Biology: The Cell Division: Interphase, Mitosis, Cytokinesis; and surface value stuff about DNA replication. Nothing else registers. Bare impressions of nervous control, which definitely cannot be brought out under exam conditions.
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Math: Basic differentiation, bare minimum of vectors and little else. Seeing that I skidded past my Mid Years. Pathetic. That's the word. And i have to harness all my ineptitudes in Math in an attempt on a pass. That would helpfully propel me to a 2 year and not 3 year education in JC.
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Literature: Poem-? I am preferring this sorta holiday, non-contact with Marilyn and poems, which I owe 3 to her, on my last count. Really uplifting. Text, I still need to read and pull out ideas I'm sure Shakespeare, the departed Bard didn't really think up while he was trying to please Queen Elizabeth I, and later King James I and keep his semi-bald head on his shoulders. A pressured touch of coincidence and subconscious brilliance...VOILA!: literature. Lovely.
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GP : Erractic. There is little preparation, but to write satisfactory and in seductive hand writing so that the marker might exhibit exuberance in awarding marks to the hard-up kid in me.
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Cheerful. Considering I'm approaching the "2 weeks left" mark.

Here follows a part which would be considered uninteresting to those who aren't avid followers of the Martial Arts or the Kyokushin Way.

Karate offers a great outlet.
Yesterday was the first training I ever went back for since my Shodan Upgrading. Was worried that the breathlessness and lag from amassed from the 20 men fight would hit forcefully. It didn't, though it did surface through the Kihon bit.

Sensei was starting to a bit hard on all of us probably because of his Godan Grading at Japan in November, putting us into drill, which made the front row brown belts double over, heaving. Only Dinie, who on this special occasion after a long absence kept his black belt away and wore a white one, next to me. He hadn't been training, but kept through the routine like it was nothing. Basket.

Then afterward, Sensei awarded the junior belts, those who'd taken the grading last last week their new grades and also those of outstanding performance. When Hariz's brother Fariz got his Kyokushin Badge, I was a bit frowning, cause I remembered that I had one too when I was a green belt years ago. That was really a great grading, where my exchange with all the opponents in full-contact Kumite was really impressive. So was a bit mournful.

Then Sensei called me up to give me the second badge in my Kyokushin training. Was very shocked. I remembered being beaten very heavily and hitting the mat at least 6 times when I sparred the 20. But Sensei said that i'd put up a reasonable display and he was pleased. Well. OK!

We had a last sparring, Christopher and I was joyous! Sparring. I had realised that I needed to spar harder in Pasir Ris so that not just me, but all of the rest would have a less difficult time at grading where the professional soldier-typed Gurkhas would be raring to impress Shihan and pummel whoever like bulldozers. So I did go a few notches harder then usual.

Fariz seemed less intimidating after Boon Kit and the fleet of Black Belts that I faced as my 15th, 16th... men. Got him in a clean hit to his face with my left leg. He's still not used to my left jodan mawashi (left high roundhouse kick) which has caught him that way many times. His punches though solid, weren't as impactful and I think my footwork and low kicks were effectual and fancy enough for my liking.

After Fariz I think was Novia, who I went reasonably soft on. She still whines that I hit her hard. I don't think I did. Though my kicks were aimed to sweep her off her feet. Which I think my charm would actually have been enough to. ;)
Harun was cordial when I sparred him and did the spinning wheel kick, which was unsuccessful on all of my attempts. Have been trying to put the move in motion on my opponents, which is a characteristic Kyokushin move, seeing that the hard basketball court floor makes me reluctant to learn the Rolling kick. It was a decent exchange on both sides, I think.

I guided a new girl Blue-Belt, who I hardly hit, but let her 'try' all the moves she could on me. Hmm. After that, Sensei paired me with Dinie, who's instincts and moves were still as good. He went to Japan to fight for Singapore, dammit! But still the same, fast, sleek footed and fluid. Got him really well, but my size lifts the expectations of me. Dinie is really amazing. If I didn't know him, he'd have slot in several headshots that most certainly hurt. To think I was the slight boy that was 'one of' the 20 he fought when he took his Shodan. Still sore over him fighting 20 kids, or he calls it, 'teenagers'.
Did Kata with him and then walked home with him. Something I haven't done in a long time. It was fun. Teasing and being an asshole to each other. Hope he keeps coming.

Need to fight somebody like him.

Ciao.

Multi-man Sparring
One aspect of Kyokushin's grading system is requiring upper-belt candidates to fight with multiple opponents in succession with little rest in between each opponent. Also, the upper-belt candidate is expected to continue fighting even if injured in earlier matches or bouts. This method is designed to test the "fighting spirit," as well as the application of the technical knowledge that they've learned through (usually) years of studying the art. A favorable win to loss ratio is not necessarily required of the candidate (in most cases), just the ability to continue fighting until the test is over.

In addition to requiring multi-opponent sparring for upper-belt tests, a special tradition of Kyokushin has been the 50- and 100- man fight. The 100-man fight was designed as a special test for advanced practitioners of the art. In these extreme examples of multi-man fight, the subject of the test fights 50 to 100 opponents (depending on the test) in rapid succession, usually two-minute bouts separated by one-minute rest periods. The subject has to "win" (i.e., not get knocked-out) in at least 50-percent of the bouts in order to be deemed as passing the test. One example of someone who successfully completed the 100-man fight is Miyuki Miura. Reportedly, only 16 people have successfully completed the 100-man fight and 20- the 50-man fight. Masutatsu Oyama is reported to have completed a 300-man fight over 3 days.

I found this on Wikipedia. Explains the value of what I went through on the 25th...