I wish to do this story justice, and so, I have set aside a separate post for this account to fit into.
It tells of how a self-assuming Boy who brought himself, full of 5 years of Kyokushin Karate to a basketball court in the intersection between Kaki Bukit and Bedok/Tampines to immerse in Taekwondo Sparring. It tells of how there was something called 'mutual underestimation', though it was more on my part, and of course, mild blood and gore.
Funny how it's always when the lights go out when I get humbled. Always. In 2005 when I received my first and hopefully last Technical Knock Out (TKO), and now, 2 years on when I thought I was all high and mighty, I received a bloody nose from a Taekwondo exponent.
My thoughts: Sempai Colin was right earlier, the same day. My kicks aren't as good as they can get just yet. And that I was presumptous that people would observe the rules they set down to protect themselves. If you've been a faithful follower of my daily sins and trangressions; you might've remember that I said that I was too nice a bugger out in the ring. I still am.
On Sunday, immediately after the Kyokushin Outdoor Training concluded, I downed the sexy Double Fillet O Fish and took Bus 21 to Bedok Reservoir Rd where I was supposed to attend the Taekwondo Training.
The sir lamented at my lateness, but had me join the seniors, who were kicking targets before the sparring.
We did some kicks that weren't exactly foreign to me. Lead leg kick, and switch foots over to kick. Did the movements the way sir directed, but subtly still preserving some Kyokushin flavour.
We were then taken apart to do the Jumping Double Kick, which was new to me. I fell and landed on my right hand, and that explains my wrist today. (I thought nothing of the wrist then. It hit me like a hammer did only the next morning.) We tried the triple run through kick, which I couldn't really get. But I think I was the most showy and outstanding in the Jumping Side Kick which I'd always thought i couldn't do.
We were to run from a distance, jump up and launch at the heavy bag. Like the advice I gave a dude there, I didn't think, but simply did it. I ran, leapt up at the mark and drove my leg into the bag. As I sailed into the bag, I realised that it wasn't exactly perfect, but was really not too shabby.
After all that, we were placed in gear for sparring. They suited me up in this blue body guard, which I've always been uncomfortable in.
But never mind that, I was told to face my opponent, a long time trainee in that club. He was a brown belt, I think.
So we faced off, and when the Black Belt I was chatting with previously said "GO", I edged and slipped in towards the bouncing Brown. I think they called him Chris. I slid in and gave him a high roundhouse to the head with my right. It connected. I don't think I used much force. Part of me wanted to knock him down then; the other part was adamant about remaining civil. I heeded the civil part of me unconsciously and slowed when the swing reached just before his side.
It hit him with a loud thwack. And he was jolted that he stopped and swayed abit. I instantly regretted it and apologized to him repeatedly. Once he was okay, we continued. He tried some kicks which I defused and then returned, none of them any hard.
He tried to come at me and I kicked his mid-section with my right and he slipped and fell in a sorta embarrassing way.
It was then I was nicer and took his kicks and listened to him scream and yelp like a girl while he tried to hit me. His kicks, I couldn't feel probably because of the guard, but I remembered I attempted a feeble right axe at his head. I knew it wouldn't work because we were so close. I think it was then I lost focus and grasp of the situation. I was still sparring.
He came at me and I closed our distance and when he was hugging me, I expected things to halt then until his right leg smacked into the left side of my face. And immediately, I began to bleed. Of course it was over then.
And I went to nurse the nose while he came with me. It was kinda weird, having your nose done in like that.
I was pinching it, waiting for the bleed to go away and talking to them all in the weird nasal way.
They were surprised at me for sparring so fiercely initially and that they confessed that none of them dared to really spar like that.
After that, I thought a lot.
Was it because I lost the drive of Kyokushin half-way? Or was I too nice and gracious? Or was I largely uncomfortable?
I know that my left hand was down when his instep came. It was negligence on my part as well as gross undermining my opponent, who wasn't as bad as I projected.
Nevertheless, I will fare much better in my next bout and will begin to set out to do now. No bugger will do that to me again.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
I'm now mad at my lao bu. Today, I've been grievously sick, reeling from the twin brothers-in-arms of cough and cold medicines, drowsy and heady, and full of resent. Funny how a week's shift can change things so much. Last week I was looking forward to this week to be the best so far, especially after my back recovered from the injury. And now. I'm cursed with illness and ailment, and my mother and grandmother has once again leapt to broach the topic of me dropping my training in Kyokushin Karate.
Its not the first time it's happened. Now that I'm having all the facial discomfort-afflicting trio of feverishness, sorethroat and clogged mid-section, they blame this on my Karate. WTF. My grandmother claims that it's 'the exertion from your kicks and punches that made your nose go bad'. I'm not angry at my granny for that, just exasperated at her. It's a bit silly really. Until she threatened to go over and give Sensei a mouthful. -.-
My mother likes to think that I've expended a lot of time into Karate and now Taekwondo and also, my scarce gym routine. And now she's forcing me to boot off one by one; and she's rallied all my relatives to persuade and pressure me.
And even when and while I was studying, and I was doing so seriously, she came over and dismissed the hours I'd put in, and said over and over again, it rings about my ears even now! I'm disgusted by this sneaky sorta attack that is being mounted at me.
I made a mistake in 2005 by leaving Kyokushin training for a 6-month hiatus, and look where it got me.
And now they are asking me to regard something that I'm determined to make part of my life as a past time which I should forget, starting right about now.
FUCK.
Stop that, woman.
You asked me about my direction in life and in Karate and you pretend to know what I've been doing outside. There are things in my training, bits and pieces that I don't tell you and you don't see. Why do I bother? There are bits and pieces of my life I tell and show you, but you still don't see. Explicitly: when I'm studying my arse off!
You don't get to be good at something without putting blood and guts into it, goddammit.
I'm not going to those days where my legs would feel stiff and my hands-heavy.
When I'm in the ring, I have full rein over my whole body. It's my hands and legs dancing that protect me, and not any diplomacy. It took me a lot to go back to Karate when it was 2005. I haven't been through any of the rigours of the training for about 6 months in total, the forms and techniques were blurred, and my limbs were slowed. Others might have progressed forward while I'd have slid backwards.
When I went back: Dinie had won the SMAIA tournament and also represented Singapore at the International Youth tournament in Chiba, Japan.
It was something that I could also have, but I missed because i was slacking my royal bum off at home, doing nothing and all of it not worthwhile.
And so, if you were to pull me out away from it, would I still do well in the other aspects of my life? I joined Taekwondo for 3 reasons:
1) To refine my leg techniques and make it faster.
2) To earn another Black Belt in another Martial Art
3) Because there aren't any course fees.
There! Would I have joined Canoeing? Thank God I did not. If I'd did, there would no longer be space for Karate. Why won't these dumb adults understand that Karate isn't a hobby, isn't a venture for me to exhaust my frustration and anger, isn't a way to breed violence, isn't a way to brawl? But a way of life.
If I could have it my way, I'd get on a plane to fly to Tokyo. And train full time.
But then, in Singapore, you're useless if you don't have anything substantial to show for grades. So I plough on. Shaddup about me dropping any of them. Not just you, mother, but also, the rest of the stupid world. I'm too mad to bother about some exceptions to that.
I planned to unveil a furious training regime so that I can take the Dan test in August and also, so that I can fight better. And this compels me to mention the crazy Sunday that was past and chiefly responsible for my discomfort, though not directly.
Its not the first time it's happened. Now that I'm having all the facial discomfort-afflicting trio of feverishness, sorethroat and clogged mid-section, they blame this on my Karate. WTF. My grandmother claims that it's 'the exertion from your kicks and punches that made your nose go bad'. I'm not angry at my granny for that, just exasperated at her. It's a bit silly really. Until she threatened to go over and give Sensei a mouthful. -.-
My mother likes to think that I've expended a lot of time into Karate and now Taekwondo and also, my scarce gym routine. And now she's forcing me to boot off one by one; and she's rallied all my relatives to persuade and pressure me.
And even when and while I was studying, and I was doing so seriously, she came over and dismissed the hours I'd put in, and said over and over again, it rings about my ears even now! I'm disgusted by this sneaky sorta attack that is being mounted at me.
I made a mistake in 2005 by leaving Kyokushin training for a 6-month hiatus, and look where it got me.
And now they are asking me to regard something that I'm determined to make part of my life as a past time which I should forget, starting right about now.
FUCK.
Stop that, woman.
You asked me about my direction in life and in Karate and you pretend to know what I've been doing outside. There are things in my training, bits and pieces that I don't tell you and you don't see. Why do I bother? There are bits and pieces of my life I tell and show you, but you still don't see. Explicitly: when I'm studying my arse off!
You don't get to be good at something without putting blood and guts into it, goddammit.
I'm not going to those days where my legs would feel stiff and my hands-heavy.
When I'm in the ring, I have full rein over my whole body. It's my hands and legs dancing that protect me, and not any diplomacy. It took me a lot to go back to Karate when it was 2005. I haven't been through any of the rigours of the training for about 6 months in total, the forms and techniques were blurred, and my limbs were slowed. Others might have progressed forward while I'd have slid backwards.
When I went back: Dinie had won the SMAIA tournament and also represented Singapore at the International Youth tournament in Chiba, Japan.
It was something that I could also have, but I missed because i was slacking my royal bum off at home, doing nothing and all of it not worthwhile.
And so, if you were to pull me out away from it, would I still do well in the other aspects of my life? I joined Taekwondo for 3 reasons:
1) To refine my leg techniques and make it faster.
2) To earn another Black Belt in another Martial Art
3) Because there aren't any course fees.
There! Would I have joined Canoeing? Thank God I did not. If I'd did, there would no longer be space for Karate. Why won't these dumb adults understand that Karate isn't a hobby, isn't a venture for me to exhaust my frustration and anger, isn't a way to breed violence, isn't a way to brawl? But a way of life.
If I could have it my way, I'd get on a plane to fly to Tokyo. And train full time.
But then, in Singapore, you're useless if you don't have anything substantial to show for grades. So I plough on. Shaddup about me dropping any of them. Not just you, mother, but also, the rest of the stupid world. I'm too mad to bother about some exceptions to that.
I planned to unveil a furious training regime so that I can take the Dan test in August and also, so that I can fight better. And this compels me to mention the crazy Sunday that was past and chiefly responsible for my discomfort, though not directly.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Chinese Physicians
A word of advice to the world, who might want to seek TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine).
1) Never go into a shady shop that has toilet-like sliding doors.
2) Never go past the toilet-like sliding doors to ask to see "the doctor" who turns out to be a middle-aged ahpek reading LianHeWanBao.
3) Never venture into the deeper end of the shop with the shifty looking man into his so-called "diagnosis room".
4) The diagnosis room should have a bed.
(At this point in time, you should probably leave.)
5) Don't, Don't stay IN the room if the bugger takes your pulse on one hand, can't find it; takes it on the other hand and declares you have wind, with a look of mock solemness.
6) Even after you've told the man you need to see your ailing back, he thinks you're there for cough or whatever not.
7) Do not believe the man, who repeats 2 strands of thing. Wind causes back pain. !!!!!!!!! WTF.
8) He declares your back, which is aching worse by the minute, fully functional.
9) He charges you S$30 for a tube of black pills.
I mistakenly went to the goddamned wrong Medical Hall and had to pay S$30 for my folly. When I finally bashed my way to the real deal at Tampines Avenue 4 BLK 801, I was really really mortified. At my S$30 and wasted time. The real deal was one with a large red signboard and a long, long queue.
When I got to see the doctor, I spent less than 1 min in the patient's bench, and I just told him 3 things. Karate, Sprained or Strained, Yesterday. He got me on the bed, facedown, and began.
He felt my back, found out where was hurting-right lower back and started.
He got some balm or salve and started rubbing it on my back, and kneaded and chopped down.
Then he turned me on my side, placed my arm and leg on my left and cracked my back from the side. Oh God. He turned me the other way, and cracked my other side. He then rubbed and massaged again. He then placed some suction bamboo cups on each side of my backbone and let it hang there.
The cups were removed, and my back pain, minimised. Tenfold.
Really shows something.
TCM is god-like.
Frauds are all over the place.
1) Never go into a shady shop that has toilet-like sliding doors.
2) Never go past the toilet-like sliding doors to ask to see "the doctor" who turns out to be a middle-aged ahpek reading LianHeWanBao.
3) Never venture into the deeper end of the shop with the shifty looking man into his so-called "diagnosis room".
4) The diagnosis room should have a bed.
(At this point in time, you should probably leave.)
5) Don't, Don't stay IN the room if the bugger takes your pulse on one hand, can't find it; takes it on the other hand and declares you have wind, with a look of mock solemness.
6) Even after you've told the man you need to see your ailing back, he thinks you're there for cough or whatever not.
7) Do not believe the man, who repeats 2 strands of thing. Wind causes back pain. !!!!!!!!! WTF.
8) He declares your back, which is aching worse by the minute, fully functional.
9) He charges you S$30 for a tube of black pills.
I mistakenly went to the goddamned wrong Medical Hall and had to pay S$30 for my folly. When I finally bashed my way to the real deal at Tampines Avenue 4 BLK 801, I was really really mortified. At my S$30 and wasted time. The real deal was one with a large red signboard and a long, long queue.
When I got to see the doctor, I spent less than 1 min in the patient's bench, and I just told him 3 things. Karate, Sprained or Strained, Yesterday. He got me on the bed, facedown, and began.
He felt my back, found out where was hurting-right lower back and started.
He got some balm or salve and started rubbing it on my back, and kneaded and chopped down.
Then he turned me on my side, placed my arm and leg on my left and cracked my back from the side. Oh God. He turned me the other way, and cracked my other side. He then rubbed and massaged again. He then placed some suction bamboo cups on each side of my backbone and let it hang there.
The cups were removed, and my back pain, minimised. Tenfold.
Really shows something.
TCM is god-like.
Frauds are all over the place.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Long Overdue Pictorial Explanation and Accounts
It's been a while since the March Annual Camp; almost or more than a month.
It was great, and I'm sad I didn't stay through it all. Just dug up the pictures while trying to source for POP pics of myself as Parade Commander. Laughs.
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Joel, Myself, Keng Guan, Cherng Ru
Some of the best people that I've ever been with. A bit sad won't be in the same kinda circumstances when we get together again.
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Joel, MyselfCooking rice with the mess tins. I always thought I was great at doing this sorta thang. And the rice was really really soft. My kinda rice.
Assembly of the Raft.Here we see noobs (lol) working on the segments of a raft. Cher Han is the one with his butt arched. If you know him, you'd know its him.
Kah Kee is making an obscenely gay pose. He's the one in yellow life-jacket.
A view from a tranquil high point, looking down on the scurrying Boys below working on their rafts.
I'm the one in the middle, with my trusty sling bag, moving to the left of the picture.
Didn't know there was a sneaky photographer clicking as I turned.
The raft out at sea. It doesn't look very stable. But I wouldn't know. I was one of those on the red kayaks. Rizvan, the Boy on the left in blue is extremely calm.
Cherng Ru, Yeow Jiang peeking out, Jin Han behind, Joshua standing in an act-cool pose, Issac further behind, Wilson, Alvin in blue behind him and Bennett, in front of Willie.Don't know what they're so happy about. The raft as we can see, is in shambles.
Titus on the front of the Kayak looking anything but very happy.
Edison seated behind with twin 'V's looking everything and happy.
Keane at the extreme left looking shocked. I would be too, if the raft gave way with an abrupt lurch.
Whole line of them all at an inhuman hour. Doing the obvious: sit-ups.
On Sunday, the end of the Camp, where everyone was to have the official closing.
Some idiots not in Day Dress. They still owe the CLTs about 900 pumpings.
In White:
Chin Hiang (grrr...), Wilson, Cher Han, Myself and Mr. Oi
Mr. Oi was the mastermind behind the entire Annual Camp affair. Don't know if he'd manage another camp like this. Probably, he'll collapse from all of it. I know I would.
Same seating, another eager snap probably by photographer and Captain Mr. Poh.
Same seating, another eager snap probably by photographer and Captain Mr. Poh.The sun was pretty glaring.
This probably explains my disappearance from civilisation for 3 days.
Ha. Looking at the pictures, I don't regret going back to serve anymore. What I wanted to continue to have was fun, with the people that I love and made havoc with. It was the brotherhood that made me love BB. And so, the camp was a great show of togetherness. I had fun with Joel, Cherng Ru, Wilson, Cher Han, the other Year Ones from my batch of Boys and the juniors. But things will change next year, and we won't gather like that anymore...
I teared last night at 11:23; read 'A Walk to Remember' again.
The feeling of loss of the one girl that I might love-one sweet and cheery is especially dear to me, one that is gentle and kind and also, the love of my life. To see the girl I love ebb away is painful. I don't think I can bear to have the girl I love so much leave me forever like Jamie Sullivan did. It's too sad and painful.
'I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others.'
The feeling of loss of the one girl that I might love-one sweet and cheery is especially dear to me, one that is gentle and kind and also, the love of my life. To see the girl I love ebb away is painful. I don't think I can bear to have the girl I love so much leave me forever like Jamie Sullivan did. It's too sad and painful.
'I am not commanding you, but I want to test the sincerity of your love by comparing it to the earnestness of others.'
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
I see your face, and my mind turns to the many infinite possibilities with the two of us in the picture, holding hands and drawing close.
I shudder those thoughts away.
I just want to love you. And I will.
But will that happen?
Only GOD knows. And I'm patient. But not for long. I hate being kept in suspense.
I need a sign. Who cares if it's a comet of a fly across a telescope; or a little message in a bottle from miles away.
I shudder those thoughts away.
I just want to love you. And I will.
But will that happen?
Only GOD knows. And I'm patient. But not for long. I hate being kept in suspense.
I need a sign. Who cares if it's a comet of a fly across a telescope; or a little message in a bottle from miles away.
There's really nothing joyous for me to muse about.
But if i were to list my sorrows, it would dampen me (for sure).
Life drags on. I want the wheels of motion to stop or at least slow and award me space and time that is comfortable for the likes of myself-lazy and unmotivated.
But that won't happen; and I know it.
I'm a bit fearful that the vicious cycle would result in the same calamitous end as the last round of international examinations.
My gym regime's continually disrupted by PE and shabby equipment and crowds.
I'm always tired and work are always undone.
I need to go school early tomorrow. If I wanna run for House Comm. Should I? Big question.
bother.
Well. what's good that's happened over the week.
I bade farewell to Passing Out Parade, which marks the ceremonial end of the 2007 Recruitment.
Dawn's mother said that I was 'good' because i greeted her when shez and I met her at TM Popular...
I'm going for a TKD Pattern competition and am likely to be competing into 2 categories.: individual and mixed (gender) pair.
Growing a bit stronger. (Still not enough though.)
Can't think of anything else.
Action Plan:
Finish all undone work.
Go Gym and finish regime. (Sat...)
Get back my lost mental alacrity.
Go see Chinese doctor to have a nice, sweet full body massage. Need to flex and stretch my lower back. Needs a satisfying crack.
LOL.
Need to set my life in order. And have it in that order soon.
Verdict: I'm not running for House Comm. I want to study and SLEEP. More of the latter...
But if i were to list my sorrows, it would dampen me (for sure).
Life drags on. I want the wheels of motion to stop or at least slow and award me space and time that is comfortable for the likes of myself-lazy and unmotivated.
But that won't happen; and I know it.
I'm a bit fearful that the vicious cycle would result in the same calamitous end as the last round of international examinations.
My gym regime's continually disrupted by PE and shabby equipment and crowds.
I'm always tired and work are always undone.
I need to go school early tomorrow. If I wanna run for House Comm. Should I? Big question.
bother.
Well. what's good that's happened over the week.
I bade farewell to Passing Out Parade, which marks the ceremonial end of the 2007 Recruitment.
Dawn's mother said that I was 'good' because i greeted her when shez and I met her at TM Popular...
I'm going for a TKD Pattern competition and am likely to be competing into 2 categories.: individual and mixed (gender) pair.
Growing a bit stronger. (Still not enough though.)
Can't think of anything else.
Action Plan:
Finish all undone work.
Go Gym and finish regime. (Sat...)
Get back my lost mental alacrity.
Go see Chinese doctor to have a nice, sweet full body massage. Need to flex and stretch my lower back. Needs a satisfying crack.
LOL.
Need to set my life in order. And have it in that order soon.
Verdict: I'm not running for House Comm. I want to study and SLEEP. More of the latter...
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Monday, April 9, 2007
SOMEDAY WE'LL KNOW (Mandy Moore)
Ninety miles outside Chicago
can't stop driving I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later, you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart
Who holds the stars up in the sky
Cuz true love is just once in a lifetime
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
What the wind says when she comes
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninty-seventh time, tonight
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you
I want to take you to the end of the rainbow
Watch the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me, tonight?
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you
Ninety miles outside Chicago
can't stop driving I don't know why
So many questions, I need an answer
Two years later, you're still on my mind
Whatever happened to Amelia Earhart
Who holds the stars up in the sky
Cuz true love is just once in a lifetime
Did the captain of the Titanic cry?
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?
What the wind says when she comes
I'm speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninty-seventh time, tonight
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
Why I wasn't meant for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you
I want to take you to the end of the rainbow
Watch the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me, tonight?
Someday we'll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know
why I wasn't meant for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someday we'll know
Why Samson loved Delilah
One day I'll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you'll know that I was the one for you
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Friday, April 6, 2007
Just found my brains back after my movie marathon.
Missed a big piece of the day during my nap from 10 to 5, a total of 7 hours. Was woken by a last phone call by Mr. Oi at 4:59. But not really mad or what. Had 2 missed calls and 2 unread messages then, so if two phone calls could not call me back from the netherworld, and a third call could yank me up, my sleep was officially over, whether I'd like it or not.
Mostly 'ah'ed all the way through the conversation cause I was slowly waking up molecule by molecule and the brain was still in the process of flaring up.
Also because I was weary of expressing myself all over again on the issue of promotion to Mr. Oi over phone a third time. Already had spent 2 hours, 23 minutes talking with him during the marathon. I mean, if so long a convo served nothing to convince him of what I was trying to convey, chatting longer wouldn't really help. So bade him farewell politely and laid back down.
The day was pretty much whiled away.
While typing the post, I went to Asia Paranormal Investigations. Saw the real original version of the Pulau Tekong Haunting and all and also brushed aside one story about one painting that was really really eerie. A painting that gave everyone a feel of evil. It was of a little boy and a little girl some-what doll-like. A guy who had the painting videoed the painting for 3 days. On the 2 days, it showed the boy stepping out of the painting.
I'm scared now. Whoever said men can't be scared? I am. Now. Don't google it please. It isn't right. Feeling some evil now...
Missed a big piece of the day during my nap from 10 to 5, a total of 7 hours. Was woken by a last phone call by Mr. Oi at 4:59. But not really mad or what. Had 2 missed calls and 2 unread messages then, so if two phone calls could not call me back from the netherworld, and a third call could yank me up, my sleep was officially over, whether I'd like it or not.
Mostly 'ah'ed all the way through the conversation cause I was slowly waking up molecule by molecule and the brain was still in the process of flaring up.
Also because I was weary of expressing myself all over again on the issue of promotion to Mr. Oi over phone a third time. Already had spent 2 hours, 23 minutes talking with him during the marathon. I mean, if so long a convo served nothing to convince him of what I was trying to convey, chatting longer wouldn't really help. So bade him farewell politely and laid back down.
The day was pretty much whiled away.
While typing the post, I went to Asia Paranormal Investigations. Saw the real original version of the Pulau Tekong Haunting and all and also brushed aside one story about one painting that was really really eerie. A painting that gave everyone a feel of evil. It was of a little boy and a little girl some-what doll-like. A guy who had the painting videoed the painting for 3 days. On the 2 days, it showed the boy stepping out of the painting.
I'm scared now. Whoever said men can't be scared? I am. Now. Don't google it please. It isn't right. Feeling some evil now...
Sunday, April 1, 2007
April's Fools didn't foist any pranks or antics of the silly nature on me. I guess my circle (as in social circle) pretty much forgotten about April's Fools. There wasn't any worthy analogy to base a cheesy gag on anyways. What's funny nowadays? Not feeling that now.
Today was meant to be an appointment for the AQ Dudes to celebrate our 'win' yesterday. Digress a bit. I always do go around spiraling into another arc whenever I'm doing the talking. I consider yesterday a win because our dearest Boys managed to complete the race and the Relay did what the previous generations were unable to. A 2nd placing and only 2 mins in timing behind the Champions. Goodness. And it was the team that loved each other the most! Both teams 1 and 2 took 7 hours +++, whereas team 3 took 10 hours. Someone mentioned that the added timing of a Leg 4 would still have made 14th 2nd in the end...
And so, to fulfill the 'promise' made last night while alighting from Bus 39 at my stop, we went to have a date with Bean. At the nostalgic Princess Theatre, where Ah Pehs frequent.
I woke up at 1030 plus (seeing that a mood to study Biology hit me at 0000), and when I looked at the free Silver Clock (I love silver now) that is by my bed, I cursed-'Damn! I missed Batman again!' Made some contingency plan for the day ahead, which was to check the CCA I ended up in, in Meridian, and to wash my Karate Gi, and to pack for the Gym Orientation for JJ. And also to meet Hakim to hand him the Bio E-learning Worksheet. My mother held me back at the door with some ruddy financial examination because she felt feeding money to me was like throwing it into a bottomless well. And a bowl of mango.
Met JJ at Tampines Swimming Complex where he was sitting and sleeping at the steps. Took him into the office to register and then upstairs to the best Gym i've ever seen(up close) in my entire life. The aircon and the smell hit me and JJ was a bit taken aback by the niceness of it all maybe? It was new and oozing a positive feel and overlooked the swimming pools.
I immediately hit the weights area and attacked the bench-press station. I laid my towel on the bench and inserted 2 green 10 kgs weight plates into the sides of the metal bar(as per usual) and slid under it. And then I did my first set of 10 repititions.
JJ couldn't lift it. LOL. I couldn't do it actually when I first started lor. And neither could Boon Kai. But now boon kai can begin to reach for the yellow 15 kgs plate immediately le...
And then I added on more plates and did decreasing reps, with each following (2) set.
Then did 3 reps of the Bent over-row and 4 reps of the Shoulder Shrug; 3 sets of the T-lift and 4 sets of the Tricep push up thingie. Don't know what you call that. The regime concluded with 80 crunches.It was a decent workout that felt like it had some effect on me.
We then sped off to Princess upon meeting little Boy. JJ blanjahed us Taxi fare to Bedok and we burst into the Cinema to catch the 3:30 Mr. Bean's Holiday. It was reasonably funny, and the three of us, huddled in the left side of the shabby cinema laughed out loud more than 6 instances. If you want me to reveal the movie content, you better come over to Pasir Ris BLK 102 to pay me some $$$. If not. Go watch it yourself!
When we left, we lamented that the short movie should really have been watched at Princess and not Tampines GV which was an option we weren't entirely closed to in Tampines...
Then we went down the stairs and then walked out of the place and onto the steps leading to the traffic light when-
Like a bolt of lightning, I saw her! Cherrie!
I saw this two slender girls laughing up the steps in an obviously Temasek shirt and then saw that this girl was so...familiar and when she lifted her chin and opened her mouth to laugh, the braces and the pretty jaw told me it was her. I knocked her with my fist on her left arm and she turned around to squeal.
That was certainly the highlight of the week. Just nicely next to the Silver Trophy that is at Mr. Poh's house now.
Today was meant to be an appointment for the AQ Dudes to celebrate our 'win' yesterday. Digress a bit. I always do go around spiraling into another arc whenever I'm doing the talking. I consider yesterday a win because our dearest Boys managed to complete the race and the Relay did what the previous generations were unable to. A 2nd placing and only 2 mins in timing behind the Champions. Goodness. And it was the team that loved each other the most! Both teams 1 and 2 took 7 hours +++, whereas team 3 took 10 hours. Someone mentioned that the added timing of a Leg 4 would still have made 14th 2nd in the end...
And so, to fulfill the 'promise' made last night while alighting from Bus 39 at my stop, we went to have a date with Bean. At the nostalgic Princess Theatre, where Ah Pehs frequent.
I woke up at 1030 plus (seeing that a mood to study Biology hit me at 0000), and when I looked at the free Silver Clock (I love silver now) that is by my bed, I cursed-'Damn! I missed Batman again!' Made some contingency plan for the day ahead, which was to check the CCA I ended up in, in Meridian, and to wash my Karate Gi, and to pack for the Gym Orientation for JJ. And also to meet Hakim to hand him the Bio E-learning Worksheet. My mother held me back at the door with some ruddy financial examination because she felt feeding money to me was like throwing it into a bottomless well. And a bowl of mango.
Met JJ at Tampines Swimming Complex where he was sitting and sleeping at the steps. Took him into the office to register and then upstairs to the best Gym i've ever seen(up close) in my entire life. The aircon and the smell hit me and JJ was a bit taken aback by the niceness of it all maybe? It was new and oozing a positive feel and overlooked the swimming pools.
I immediately hit the weights area and attacked the bench-press station. I laid my towel on the bench and inserted 2 green 10 kgs weight plates into the sides of the metal bar(as per usual) and slid under it. And then I did my first set of 10 repititions.
JJ couldn't lift it. LOL. I couldn't do it actually when I first started lor. And neither could Boon Kai. But now boon kai can begin to reach for the yellow 15 kgs plate immediately le...
And then I added on more plates and did decreasing reps, with each following (2) set.
Then did 3 reps of the Bent over-row and 4 reps of the Shoulder Shrug; 3 sets of the T-lift and 4 sets of the Tricep push up thingie. Don't know what you call that. The regime concluded with 80 crunches.It was a decent workout that felt like it had some effect on me.
We then sped off to Princess upon meeting little Boy. JJ blanjahed us Taxi fare to Bedok and we burst into the Cinema to catch the 3:30 Mr. Bean's Holiday. It was reasonably funny, and the three of us, huddled in the left side of the shabby cinema laughed out loud more than 6 instances. If you want me to reveal the movie content, you better come over to Pasir Ris BLK 102 to pay me some $$$. If not. Go watch it yourself!
When we left, we lamented that the short movie should really have been watched at Princess and not Tampines GV which was an option we weren't entirely closed to in Tampines...
Then we went down the stairs and then walked out of the place and onto the steps leading to the traffic light when-
Like a bolt of lightning, I saw her! Cherrie!
I saw this two slender girls laughing up the steps in an obviously Temasek shirt and then saw that this girl was so...familiar and when she lifted her chin and opened her mouth to laugh, the braces and the pretty jaw told me it was her. I knocked her with my fist on her left arm and she turned around to squeal.
That was certainly the highlight of the week. Just nicely next to the Silver Trophy that is at Mr. Poh's house now.
Glory. Ours. And a nice Silver trophy too.
My dream is real.
We won.
Boys' Brigade Annual Adventure Quest 1st Runner-Up.
2nd in the squashed diamond island of Singapore. 2 minutes behind the timing of the first team.
I can't help grinning.
It's everybody's glory.
Juan Jie.
Kah Kee.
Cherng Ru.
Titus.
Joel.
Edison.
Glenn.
Ming Jun.
Jing Han.
Edmund.
Benjamin.
Zong Zuo.
Chong Rui.
Keane.
Jonathan Tay.
Xing Kai.
Victor.
We won.
We won.
Boys' Brigade Annual Adventure Quest 1st Runner-Up.
2nd in the squashed diamond island of Singapore. 2 minutes behind the timing of the first team.
I can't help grinning.
It's everybody's glory.
Juan Jie.
Kah Kee.
Cherng Ru.
Titus.
Joel.
Edison.
Glenn.
Ming Jun.
Jing Han.
Edmund.
Benjamin.
Zong Zuo.
Chong Rui.
Keane.
Jonathan Tay.
Xing Kai.
Victor.
We won.
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