I fear it is overkill to write again on a consecutive day following yesterday's heavy dose of Song Leng. But Song Leng is extremely beneficial for health. Have some more.

A gruelling run that I conned, bribed and coaxed myself into has chased away some of the moodiness. Ten minutes of severe discomfort on the pavement. Last week's run on the same route was terrible because I was slow and wearied. Pushed harder today to sprint more and faster and put more into the session, because it would be the last sliver of opportunity for me to run.

Pre-U Sem and Competition will fill up the weekend and rob me of time well spent.
Hence, I headed out to run.

I love and hate running. Running brings you close to your weaknesses and when you ditch them you feel on top of the world, but before the sweet endorphins that gives you the 'runner's high' kicks in, you feel endless discomfort. But it's primal and the best form of exercise ever.

Run lor.

We probably shouldn't be afraid to take the first step. But when we take out the first step, we have to finish the distance.

I'm thinking more and more about my current way of life and comparing this year and last, where it seems that we got shifted into the next time without our consciousness adapting.
This time next year, I'll inherit new concerns in a new place and new agonies, and I will be looking back in the same light I have now.
So if I can anticipate my reminiscing, I should steer my life right now, so that I will do better at things and craft nicer credentials.

I was going to write 'the future' above, but I didn't.
Don't like the gravity of the words and also because the future is scary.
Not monster-scary, but unknown scary like the darkness.

Moving on, I hear happiness is just an illusion.
I think I agree. It's not that it's not real, but that it's so fleeting that so after, it's not there anymore. You no longer am sure if it ever was there.

Anyway, happiness has no relation with contentment, because I believe that there isn't such a thing as contentment either.

Was I ever happy? Are you happy?

This is a veiled message to an unknown person:
I presume I'm a bad guy and am severely detestable to you.
Am I bothered to change any of it?
Currently no.

I'm not that brilliant anyway. I hate show-offs even though I am one; I do not do my homework that often and I am verbally uncouth most times. Ample reason to turn against me.

So hate me.
I bet it's hard though, and I blame my other qualities.

I will leave something here about liking a person.
Sometimes we don't have to be with our special someone. All we want to do is to capture a picture of her and freeze it in our minds and hold on to it for as long as we can.
Contentment? Maybe.

I'm treating my blog like a pensieve. But I have the stinking feeling that something has not come out of me and landed here in the form of thin black pixels.

If I like you, I will take you aside and tell you.

Signs are unreliable. Waiting is disgusting.

My post is rarely political, because my voice is usually aimed at general amusement. Not lieutenant, but general. Pardon my spontaneity in giving a bad joke. And so early in my post too. I'm sorry, please do not leave.
I'm not very political, because I'm rather indifferent to PAP being in power because they're doing an OK job. I'm only miffed at the inflations and the rising costs, which makes prices of regular items unreasonable. I can no longer shop at GNC.
I only have one question for the ruling party:
Is the rise in costs and living indicative of our economic growth and prosperity?

Life is getting hard, this is my observation.

I am prejudiced against obese people. This is not inspired by Ong.
Because I know some great people who have a weight problem, I will revise what I said.
I am prejudiced against people who are obese and do not do anything to change that.
They accept that their 'condition' is permanent and cannot be changed and hence they do not make any effort to alter any of it.
I was fat before, and so were Jem and Dicky.
Getting the body you want is loads of hard work and people are often afraid of a little hard work and discomfort (or pain).
But nothing worth having comes easy, and you probably need to reconsider if your sex appeal and health is something worth fighting for.

Because of this, I will take time to talk about weight training.

1. You're actually getting a response from your body by hitting your muscles with stressful weights. Your muscles are stressed.


2. Your muscles when stressed, will proceed to increase in size and strength so that it will be able to handle the same stress next time.


3. This process is aided by several important players: insulin, testosterone, human growth hormone (HGH), amino acids and most importantly, sleep!
   

It's actually quite a simple thing. But the most important thing to note is that you cannot go on using the same exercises and routines forever. Change is necessary to ensure further breakthroughs and improvements.

Why? The human body is extremely adaptive and capable of impossible feats. If we were to possess a super power, our adaptiveness would be it. If you give your body the same stimulus all the time, your body gets used to it. You do not progress and you do not grow.

So to those people who assume that more of the same is better and go for manymanymany sets of one exercise, I'm sorry, but you should be grateful that I've explained why you're still looking the same, or even sliding backwards.

Tip: Do a compound exercise, like the squat or the bent-over row in addition to your normal exercises. Bigger movements will produce more growth hormone.
More growth hormone=more growth

I will catapult into an entirely irrelevant topic now.
I feel vindictative evil joy from my frosty outward disposition.
I prefer to dictate where and how things will move, and also if they move in any way.

Here ends my irrelevance.

I was bullied by Dawn today, and followed by a host of other people. Victimization is new to me. I do not understand how I lost my potency to tease. I think a good sleep will cure this. And Dawn in drawing a green smiley face on the back of my neck during math lecture, will anticipate a grand scheme of revenge.

I do have a sense of humour, but she was plain nasty : (
Your sense of humour is an indicator of mental health.

People who don't laugh are crazy.
However, people who laugh too much and for no good reason are also crazy.

My bed is calling out to me. I will not resist.
Shez hates people posting song lyrics. I like to annoy Shez. Hakim sang me this song to me in tutorial.

Westlife- Why Do I Love You

Suddenly she's leaving
Suddenly the promise of love has gone
Suddenly breathing seems so hard to do

Carefully you planned it
I got to know just a minute to late oh girl
Now I understand it
All the times we, made love together
Baby you were thinking of him

Why do I love you
Don't even want to
Why do I love you like I do
Like I always do
You should have told me
Why did you had to be untrue
(Love you like I do)
Why do I love you like I do

Ain't gonna show no weakness
I'm gonna smile and tell the whole world I'm fine
I'm gonna keep my senses
But deep down where no one can hear me
Baby I'll be crying for you

Why do I love you
Don't even want to
Why do I love you like I do
Like I always do
You should have told me
Why did you had to be untrue
(Love you like I do)
Why do I love you like I do

Can't go back
Can't erase
Baby your smiling face
Oh no, I can't think of nothing else but you (else but you) suddenly

Why do I love you
Don't even want to
Why do I love you like I do
Like I always do
You should have told me
Why did you had to be untrue
(Love you like I do)
Why do I love you like I do

Why do I love you
Don't even want to
Why do I love you like I do
Like I always do
You should have told me
Why did you had to be untrue
(Love you like I do)
Why do I love you like I do

Sometimes, liking someone cannot be explained.


Pum Dollaros Dechapratumwon

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I like my Sunday.
Did a small quantity of work and my arse is mostly covered for at least until Tuesday; I got a hard workout in the gym with Zicong; got to watch my TV, and got a dose of major beauty and elegance online.

I'm not supposed to be at this spot and talking to the Whole Wide World (WWW) like the person who came to talk about blogging responsibly on Thursday, not because I'm offending people, but because I should see off my GP and Literature Essay outline.

But anyway, I've strayed slightly but I think I might be able to earn a pardon and also a slap on the back by leaving the following pictures of a really beautiful and desirable woman here.

I don't think anyone would be offended by these?



Her name is Im Ji Hye and she's a Korean race queen and model. She was first spotted at the 2007 Seoul Motor Show and has since made the cover of Maxim korea and numerous spots on Korean TV. This 1.72m beauty was born on Valentine’s Day, 14 Feb 1987.







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Today was Mother's Day and so as a mini-clan, we went to a food place in Joo Chiat to eat.
I got off the car and stepped to the road and took the picture of this red building my mother pointed out to me.

This is the place that we went to. Ubin.

My sister and cousin, the first to reach.

The Planning Committee:

Ah Ma, Tua Pek, 5th Uncle, Mum and Tua Sim in the back.

Sister and youngest cousin.

It was supposed to be a photo with the three male products of the Lau Clan, but George decided he didn't want his face in the picture.

Same two people.

One's cute, the other isn't.

Me and Samuel. We're closer now, and he's grown into a more fun and nicer chap. Growing up fast.

George, Siew Hui, Eunice

Us and Ah Ma.

It was not a bad evening.

The Tv's showing Doom now.

I do not like dealing with the unseen.

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How should I begin spilling the inner workings of my brilliant mind into this hurried post?
Time clears everything up.
In time, justice is allowed to work and reach offenders; love is cultivated and breathed on, and people forget. Time dulls the freshness of raw pain, hurt or sorrow and mellows it into something slight that registers only occasionally.

Is the above too convoluted? Song Leng was merely trying to say that with time, things are allowed to ferment and grow better, whether if it's a heartbreak, or a death of someone dear to you. So if you're in distress, count on time to make things better.

Karate last night was hard. Dickson and Jeremy came to try out the training and they made it for the later bit of the first half, where we were drilling our strikes and kicks. The 50 rep and 200 rep kick probably was a surprise for them I think, as well as the finger and backhand push-ups. Sensei also commented that Dicky was very fit.

The later bit of the night was kumite, which opened their eyes to Kyokushin fighting.
Sensei asked the Black Belts present to give hard kumite to the more senior belts that might be going for tournament and since my system was yearning for hard pounding, I went a bit harsher on the people I met.

I think I fought 12 people, each for 1 minute and I was rather pleased with scoring several headshots and also good blows to their body. My intent wasn't simply to hurt them, but also to draw out a harder fight from them and steel them for the lack of mercy that the Gurkha fighters would show on the mat.
But knowing Song Leng, he cannot pass up the opportunity to be a full-fledged bastard.


This is one of the better rare shots that captures kumite. It's from an All-Japan tournament.

However, I've sustained a few injuries and have some difficulty walking. The possibility of a hard Sunday gym session is rather far away.

This is Mother's Day weekend, and I think everybody is going to be involved in some form of celebration for their mothers and grandmothers and I am too.
This event will rob me of a potentially fruitful Saturday and minimise the time-frame for me to complete the overload of assignments that Ong has decreed she wants done next week.

It will also prevent me from watching a TV serial that I rather fancy and rob me of amusement and small joy.

Interestingly, I opened Lian He Zhao Bao in the morning to read a story about a 21-year-old man who couldn't stand his mother's constant nagging and hit her on the head with a hammer. This happened in Singapore.
It's mildly ironic that it happened so close to Mother's Day, that this fellow attacked his mother.
It's a sin to strike your mother or father.

But I think all of us can sympathise with the bit about not being able to endure our parents' constant nagging and lectures and 'teachings' which go beyond making us simply weary.
The impulse to grow violent is actually quite present, underneath the surface.
But do not hit your mothers!

Sadly, I have not found a defence against the onslaught of nagging. I think the only survival skill is prevention. Don't give them any reason to begin their attacks on our clarity of mind and mental well-being.

I think I will have more to say about my important Hakim and Derek and our daily exploits in injecting humour and joy into this ethreal existence that we are all living through (life), as well as my personal comments on living Godlessly.

In anticipation:
I think that most young Christians find it difficult to live a life that honours God and we would all prefer living freely, and not be bound by the laws and rules that our God has for us.
It would often be easier to live away from God and pretend He doesn't exist.

I'm ending this on a solemn note.

I'd prefer to end this in a light tone.
Like leaving the picture of a really beautiful woman here.



Her name is Jiang Yu Chen and she's only 20. She's rumoured to be Jay Chou's girlfriend.
Why settle for Jay Chou when there's Song Leng?

Good day, netizens.

Do I like the way this week has been going?
I enjoy some aspects of it.
Now that Hakim's no longer a councillor, Derek and I have him all to ourselves and we can tear him apart with our special brand of humour. We've been developing while he's been away and we'll give him the full blow in time. He will be converted to our type soon enough.

A satisfying workout on Sunday gave me delightful aches that lasted til today, but the satisfaction was slightly marred by poor sleep leading up to SPA on Wednesday.
I'm coming to think that our/my health is way more important.

TKD is looking to be a bit more fun and its weird because we're looking at the last bits of my life in CCA and I'm feeling like this. There's been more laughter recently and I 'blame' the new faces that've sprouted into our previously smaller circle. There's been many additions to the Male-Toilet committee, and even though it gets crowded, I prefer it like this.
Will we still have an excuse to make merry in this way on Mondays and some Wednesdays anymore? Unfortunately, no.
I believe unfortunately above will become a sincere very sadly soon.
Hurry, grab a piece of me before I'm all sold out, I'd like to say.

Gym today with Zi Qi was overall relaxed, but it was slightly nostalgic to get to feel Zi Qi's flavour and his little antics of fanning himself and complaining it was hot; or to nudge me to treat him or to turn his head at any and maybe every girl with a pony tail.
He was a bit like irked at the way I was posing in the gym toilet after the workout.
Hey! I'm proud of my physique which is a product of hard work and my embracing discomfort.
I'm open to being a gym partner to anyone, as long as I know you.
There aren't any charges. Just come with me.
But anyone can get my know-how to grow stronger and faster. Just learn.

While at the gym, in order to get Zicky to stop staring, I said this:
The beautiful stranger you meet will get less beautiful as you know her; but the caring friend by you will grow more lovely as days get by.

I am in favour of converting friends into romantic other-halves. It's probably the strongest bond that will last. I'm very dubious of any other forms of knots that complete the links between two people, and also because people are not clear in the mind when they think they're in love.

Admitting you're in love is really a big thing. It validates your emotional attachment to him/her and elevates it to a higher level worth greater consideration.
For me, if I tell you I like you in that way, I am very serious.
And after the episode that concluded a while back, I am apprehensive about being serious.
I need more positive vibes, like Hakim would advise and Derek would ignore. Derek is in favour of drama and an epic love story. He needs to get Korean Drama DVDs.

But if you're sure you do like him/her, then you should tell them and not be reserved.
All rationale is asking you to show hand. But it IS hard to tell-all.

I've reached my quota on expression.

Parting shot:
We rejoice in finding back the things that we have lost!
Losing teaches us to cherish when we have briefly gone without what we missed.

Wisdom!

I think that this lady is rather good-looking. Is it that men have a thing for blondes after all?
She's Rachel Taylor, and was the computer analyst in Transformers. I think that her beauty was dimmed by Megan Fox being in the film.
But she's still gorgeous all the same.

I felt like adding a picture and I chose her.
Analyze my state of mind!

"Heroes are not born. They're built"

My name is Song Leng. I decide what are the things that I want to do, and these are the things that are that are important. Not the fate of the world, nor mankind. I answer to only 2 types of people-people I respect and my God. I loathe it when my plans do not follow through and I am prevented from doing what I plan to (I think I've said this before.)

If I were in Derek's position on Friday, I would not merely be silently fuming. He has a great deal of patience.

I have not gotten to watch TV, I haven't done my Saturday 5km, and I have not started on the multitudes of tutorials. It's a mix that explains my sourness right now.

In stark contrast, morning's TKD was rather purposeful and enjoyable. I like to think that my enduring loveliness made it all the more fun for the rest of the world. I bet they loved my anecdotes about the many things we were talking about. Specifically the 'pear' and 'apple' bit.

The previous night's Karate was also very pleasing. Aside from being Sensei's call-on dummy, I had to gear up into many pads to fight everyone. I don't think it qualifies as a fight however, because I was not allowed to strike, and they were to hit me at all the places. The pads did not prevent the hurting and I got splendid bruises after that. But it was good for me to test out my footwork and my philosophy on controlling of distance = control in a fight. I derived pleasure from darting away from the strikes that were aimed to hurt me and also off-setting my opponents. I wasn't tired or slowing at any point even though I faced more than 10 persons. More stamina maybe? The interesting/ unsightly bit was holding in my mucus because of my cold. Sniff, sniff.

Used up my indulgence meals for this month all in today. Had KFC (ahhhhh, zinger) and a dinner which was fried, oily and full of overly-salty paste. Missed BI XIE JIAN in the evening and got home pissed and all.

The things that are important to me are the ones I wish to do. The rest will be relegated to become less or inconsequential.

Hopefully, Sunday will come into blissful fulfillment where I finish the work that is of immediate emergency (Thermochemistry, GP Reading Journal); workout at the gym and watch my TV. Only 1 aspect of my life will be lacking after all the above are resolved.

I am envious of Jeremy now. I remember vaguely how it was to have someone to think about all the time, but I've forgotten how it feels. I'm left with Megan Fox. But any man who's watched her in Transformers will go crazy if they see this picture and recall that part in the movie. I'm losing my mind.


Above: Megan Fox, the sexiest woman of 2008.

A side note: I do not bother with saving the Earth because I believe that the physical Earth will not last. However, I acknowledge that we need to be better stewards of this planet that the Lord gave to us to tend.

I think I will begin with not littering.



F-22 Raptor

It's featured in Transformers and now Iron Man. Fear the United States, world.