wah~~TA!

pretty nice track jacket, dun u think?

haven't had much luck with it, since all that are sold on ebay are either made for petite pixies, or lumbering Goliaths. havent seen it around locally either.

might be a good thing afterall, since being the hot dude that i am, i prolly wun ever wear it. till maybe someday singapore experiences a rather significant drop in temperature.

like it due to its similarity to the one Bruce Lee wore. im quite a fan of him.

sadly, all his training might have killed him in the end. he took hashish, a drug of some sort that's supposed to be a relaxant. the same kind that nepalese(or tibetan?) people consumed in the dead of winter. and he was quite a regular popper of those, what with all the public pressure and attention on him. the drug had an adverse reaction on Bruce due to ironically, his low body fat percentage, causing him to suffer that seizure in the end. them nepalese(or tibetans) were alright because of their generally higher than normal fat percentage. adaptibility to the cold cold weather.

im only sayin this off the top of my head, so dun quote me on this, but Bruce was quite an amazing individual.

he could do 2 finger pushups.
he was so fast that while filmin him, the moviemakers had to slow down the video, instead of hastenin it.
at a point, he had like 2-3% of body fat on him. Jordan's figure was around 4-5%. i had abt 8-10 ages ago. actual figures should be around 80% right about now.
and that 1 inch punch.
he could poke a finger through a coke can.
he could kick giant sandbags to the ceiling, the same ones others could hardly budge.

there's a whole lot more, but my processor is running kinda slow.

WAH~~TA!!

sunday

sigh, and what a whirl it is inside.

friday

today being a friday, and what with me having nothing much to do till i make my way out later, i think im gonna write down some nonsense.

got sick for one day sometime ago, its been quite awhile since the last time i got down with some ailment. prolly abt 2 years. didn't eat much for that 24 hours, and the weighing scale told me that i'd lost quite a bit of weight, so maybe having a little sniffle and headache wasn't that bad afterall? haha, scratch that. quite a blessing that im rather hardy.

problem was, my appetite got into overdrive after, and wat was lost was immediately regained, plus a tad more. i've been tellin my mates that its puberty in progress, and sooner or later im gonna grow a couple more inches, and they agreed, only not vertically.

jogging into a headwind is also considerably quite an unenjoyable thing to do, unless u like to fantasise abt being the male lead in some taiwan drama, in which case a headwind is rather desirable, as it lets your long flowing locks, of which i have none, flow out behind you in a fanlike manner ala all the pantene commercials.
very tiring indeed.

im gonna go bankrupt very soon, with all the birthdays coming up.

some peeps i havent seen in awhile, wonder how they are doing. missing them a bit.

arranged the links in alphabetical order, and added a new link. gosh, i must have repeated all 26 letters of the alphabet ten times over.

rooney rooney

truck's ground to halt
wheels on rusty axles
no driver in sight
no map in glovebox

rain pattering on bonnet
middle of gravelly road
fuel tank half empty
is the kiosk nearby?
roll on, roll on

caught the manu match at Plaza Singapura.
non too enjoyable company ha.
rooney ROONEY!
absolute fan of him. Park played well too.
though i actually think liverpool played the better football.

the new paper

"passion is working day and night for your goals;
wisdom is knowin when to stop."

"passion is putting in all u have for your dreams;
wisdom is knowing what you can never achieve."

or so said an Indian yoga master. quoted from the New Paper.

now, who said that the New Paper is all soccer news and mobile ringtone ads.
its just 90% soccer news and mobile ringtone ads.

shoot, gettin off the point.

much as i would like to deliver the yogi a chopsocking triple whirlwind roundhouse kick,
much as i wanna show him my 2 middle fingers and scream in his face "BALLS TO YOU!",
i cant deny that there is at least a grain or two of truth in his unsavory words.

more so, especially so, here in this bustling red dot called singapore.
masses of people, all in the same cookie cutter crowd.

well, there are a few niche pockets here and there doing good enough i suppose, but of these few who make the cut, how many more are groping around blindly? surely more than a handful.

still, props to all these people, for stickin to their guns, and slogging on despite.

to my BMT mate, Kendrick, who incidentally was also my secondary school mate, though i cant recall ever catching so much as a glimpse of him. world number 24 now, higher ranked than susilo currently, having a good time with his badminton racket.

Roy, who's a national sailor, prolly gonna take part in the coming olympics, who was ever-so-helpful, crapful shit notwithstanding. wat event? no idea.

Ming, the music fella.

Gabriel who, in between his time in the U, still manages to come up with his clothin label. name? Labelless.
go on, get his stuff. sold at skool if im not wrong.