in order to lead...one has to know his directions

multi tasking has nv been my forte...
at 16, i couldn't study and watch tv at the same time....

i can not enjoy a meal and enjoy the beauty of a gal together(both as nice! how to choose)

at 17, i couldn't achieve my dream of multi talented student...attending choir in running shorts(WOW!)

at 20, caa 24th June... i could not handle my NS me(= 20-40 yr old babies) and organise a ceremony altogether...

and too soon enough... i gonna face another crisis yet again.

i just keep dipping my hands into too many different flavour pizzas

i realise that one becomes less confident with oneself when he does not complete what he wants to do

when he does not complete....there are various endings....
1) he give up halfway--------- nv get satisfaction out of triathlon cos he nv touch the finishing line in the first palce
2) he pass over to someone else to do---------this habit occurs with children who colour a picture half way, and ask thier parents to finish it up for them, mom's thinking and son's thinking diff which results in 1/2 fucked work

so muz be like my new buddy in town-----> raymond tan min wei who taught me that when u can't get it done.....take a nap at your bud's office and continue later...
or 2) share a pizza which we did yest... don't get tempted by last piece... just throw it away to resist temptation which he did(nibbling off the cheese and throwing the whole slice away)

have u heard of Mr Onn from the swimming arena amongst the like of Mr Ang Peng Siong... Jocelyn Yeo.

bet u haven't

i wonder why the newspaper doesn't publicise his articles which is provocative, subtle and causes one to ponder over the direction our nation is heading now

for once someone took the dare, to write against the norm, question our practices and place a link between music and sports.


perhaps he is one of those sportsman out there who heard of choir olympics and other international cultural competition-he is indeed a rare breed.

however this is not surprising as many from sports do more than flexing thier muscles during breaks, for ex. our national hurdler plays the violin... i know of a gal who played softball and badminton for the sch and was in NAFA, she too had a good mixtures from both sides.
and the soon to be discovered ong hock boon who enjoys cultural/ street performances, just as much as he loves his bicycle and surfboard.

in sports the olympian spirt = the effort and the friends made in the process.
sounds familiar... yup it is a phase in the choir olympic anthum... sth i sang like 3 yrs back???at that time... i remembered some of us crying when we did not obtain wat we sought after... seems very silly now.

Mr Onn speaks of how many a time in competitions like swimming and badminton, the trophys are worth so much more than the effort put in...how many talents were lost in the end due to dispute in the management.

sounds familiar... the same reason why i detested my great love to sing few yrs back. at that time, i felt like a bishop carrying out the orders of a fat king, or rather i hate myself for influencing my choir that winning is more than important...cos after all, wats more important than the love in doing something u like... the fire can only be left burning if the love nv dies.

why shd lance armstrong be knighted, one will ask? simply cos his passion in cycling has gave new hope to ppl around the world.... ppl who he does not even know has been touched by his strong will to fight...even if his legacy is near the end... his spirit will linger on in all the postmans' hearts.

why will VJC choir always be the best in ppl's heart... cos its made up of singers who love to sing and enjoying each others' company comes as a bonus, thier passion and effort has lifted spirits and inspired the worned out soul, which explains why thier concerts are always a sold out where ever they go.

why i am so attracted to east coast park and particularly wind surfing... cos of our common love which does not have to be translated thru words....friendships are weaved just with a smile.(its so sweet to find families ties being made thr... old ppl who have known each other for donkey and still go surfing together... parents who known each other thru surfing, thier children run around while husband and wife hit the waves)

i was enlightened today, it opened a part of my mind which i chose to placed at a forgetten space for a long while.why that happens... cos i have no explaination to what i was feeling like then.
dear friends, i hope my little entry has gave you some moment of happiness and hope
cos i am sure there are times whereby you feel disappointed with your performance, or have been haunted by past set backs.
however wouldn't it be heart warming to know that amongst the crowd, even when u fall during a race, or play wrong note which seems detrimental, there are ppl who are proud of you-not for the trophys u may bring, but for the efforts u have put in.

and for those of you who are working for government boards and ministries one day, do try to change the mind set that economic growth, politics, constructions of new buildings are the key ares that helps one to measure prosperity of a country.
more amount of money put into national day each yr does not mean that our country is improving
more ppl participating in OSIM Traiathlons and Standard Chattered marathons, street festivals is something more worthwhile to cheer about.

thats what my mom asked me today.

she thought i was meeting her for the whole of last week which resulted to me coming back late every other day.

i wished it could have been like that la... but too bad my life is far from a fairy tale.
i was meeting commanders after commanders for past week.

my mom said a very interesting thing to me today... son why so slow one... no movement, the amount of time u spend on your bike, cleaning it riding it is like your wife!
muz call her, ask her out mah.

oh well for another weekend, surfer gal is busy. sigh my left brain tells me that its quite obvious that
1) she gave up interst in wind surfing
2) she doesn't wanna meet me


right brain says:
1) she is busy making her choice for uni
2) if she doesn't feel comfortable with her, she wouldn't have asked me for my number go with me to martin's b day or watch a perforamnce with me

oh well but don't hold your hopes too high sometimes la yah

oh well on a happier note...
i will be attached out starting next week to 1 ADF. centralised marathon training starts next week.
which means no more guardsman for me... and it will be running, running and more running till sept.

was quite stressed for the past week... made a lot of glaring errors... my boss had to help me out( which was the last thing i wanted to happen, it really caused a stir to my confidence) ironically i got into the gd books of the commanders...
someone actually request for me to transfer over to his side to become his dy BEO for coming exercise,switchblade, the exercie which i look forward to and will dread for time to come.

another wanted me to become battalion S1 or dy S2.


woah i thought my boss will agree man.. like gd way to get rid of me or sth cos i really felt i screwed up big time last week.... but he said," no... he too fit for admin work... anyway he will be attached out from next week onwards, got ppl grab him liao."

woo hoo... no more GCC... no more maggie( my stupid chief clerk) no more charges to do!

Surfer gal says i have the look of ernie.

hahaha right on.. i think thats the ss character who i look like.

her friends think she looks like elmo... ha but i got feeling she thinks elmo is ugly...cos she turn colour when i say quite a good resemblence, elmo not cute meh?

damn shagged man this week... haven't been running... which explains the extra slow mind.... but do u think its true that cos i am so used to exercising... once i don't exercise... my body and brain will break down... can someone pls educate me.... doc???

i tried to be an angel today by not talking bad about ppl... ( ie scolding them behind thier back) so hard lah....which brings me to a conclusion.... i complain too much hahaha, sad.. bad habit muz change... or can someone get me a complainometer for me to measure my lvl of complains lame

i like the way the story is brought to the readers.
I just have the feeling that mr jeffery ponders over every word b4 ptting it down

the story is fabricated all the way from greece to america.
even though many things sound impossible like marrying your own sister??? and the daughter of the husband and wife marry thier cousin there after...
how a recessive gene is passed from one generation to another...

oh well have any of you ever have a sudden liking for your brother or sister b4?

k i need help...
i need to know how to improve my memory... its getting lousier and lousier by the day...can't think properly

my boss gave me 4 tasks to do... i only rememebred to do one task.
my clerk just told me sth yest...i couldn't remember wat he said today.

boss says its cos the lord is fair... ppl who are very fit tend to have lousy memory...and since i getting fitter, so he claims, my memory is getting lousier...wat theory is that man....
i can only think of it as ronnie's theory.

If fit ppl have lousy memory... Dr Ben Tan must have been , wasting my time, fingering my legs all this while ha

the other contradictory part to his claims is that i am fit, i am not fit at all man... if i am fit, i will have gotten gold for IPPT, but IPPT is not the best way to measure fitness anyway.

ok so my heart rate is 42, i can cycle to camp within 42 min and run to seletar resevoir and back to camp there after...big deal.

somehow i can't take compliments nowadays... why... cos i realise along the way that i have the bad habit of slacking off once i receive a compliment. how to counter???

today... i saw Daniel Sim.... used to be from my sec sch choir...2 yrs my senior.... haha coincidentally he worked for my boss b4... my boss claims his backside very big hahaha.
but to me he still quite slim one le hahah.

a small world

I realise boss has something to say bout everyone... fat legs... backside big... flabby arms....small chest...

me he call me mr high maintenance.
why????
here is wat he claims,"

anything to do with computer in steven's hands will spoil. thats true...after i came to unit... all the comps went bonkers... i am a regular customer of service centre

cycling with him is like putting your carrot on the chopping board.( thats wat he claims.... got exp, got stamina but no skill.

and of course most importantly, the most forgetful/fittest/fucking horny suborinate he ever had... but he still likes me... i wonder why

"gear 1... gear 2... hey there is a traffic light in front.. nv stop.... disobey rules!wah how to become a racer like that?" and sam my instructor cooly replied,"yah i forgot, racers nv stop cos someone ask them to."

i think this weekend is themed the weekend i met my role models, no that doesn't sound right... maybe ppl who are a brief reflection of wat my future may be.

yesterday... i went racing with my boss... dressed in his competition attire...cycling on a 10 speed bike compared to mine which is only a 8 spd, he sure gave me a hard time.cutting in and out of traffic... if andrew was ard, in his eyes i won't be the modt dangerous rd user... the way my boss cycle zip in and out of traffic without getting honked by drivers make me wonder," is the aura or is it the attire which does wonders."

today... while learning driving, sam was the first, k besides my boss to greet my scars with little respect it deserves. " wah! wehr u get that singapore map from.", he said cooly... macham sth he sees everyday
so i told my story yet again... and he started talking bout his teenage yrs... how he first learned how to ride a bike... going down to johor to race... learn to break fall.. do stunt bikes... wah it was so cool till he talk bout seat suspension.

so sam went like this,"
hey maybe one day we shd go cycling together, but i no bike le... maybe borrow one from daniel(Jin's best friend... my changi Safra club kaki, mahjong stoner) but i heard his bike no suspension... seat very hard.. so how to make the seat softer...

I was laughing away.... thinking he is just joking bout it...we embarked on a more serious note talking bout family's view on racing... telling him my parents' disaproval and stuff...

he said,"
yah, i used to race on a 750 CC bike illegally at age of 17... even to genting and penang.. but now cannot... butt pain... hey u know how to cure it... then i can cycle again, then he broke into his sinister laughter.

can u imagine a man age of 50, wearing a black leather suit, sporting a shaved head and shades... crusing down the johor highway in a 750CC bike, look so cool when suddenly u zzom in to his seat, u notice wat he is seating on- a cushion



now... 5pm first time in many sundays i am at home, i am planning my route of advancement to nee soon camp tonight... time to meet 11pm
principal consideration is the heavy traffic, blind drivers...injured leg, and as i have not tried to ride to an unknown place at night b4... i am starting to have the butterfly feelings in my stomach....inspired by sam and boss... i gonna take the plunge tonight.

dressed in blue...
she glides in the wind...
carrying me with her....
a mutual trust between the 2 of us..
go with the flow ppl look at us with awe
go against the flow without a care of the world

bleeding profusely on the roadside
ppl were asking 'are you ok'
i placed my arm around her
wondering if she had is alright

4 new scars to my body,
a greater love forged
my darling I heard has recovered
a sigh of relief
we gonna hit the roads again
just you and I

another weekend... another day out at sea.

sea water is really salty...i wonder why...
wat can contribute to the salt besides bangah's urine.

the sunlight wasn't so strong today...but was very humid. wonder how can this be possible if there is no sun and the whole sky is so dim.
reminds me of the documentary on downdrones i watched 3 weeks ago(is it how its spelled) a thin layer round the equater whr so much evaporation and condensation take place upwards that there is no wind)

wind was hard to catch today.... was practising a skill which mr 2 face NS man, *cos he blur fuck in front of DY Comamnder but super pro and talkative out at sea, his wife is a surfer too... is that cool or wat...* taught me last weekend, swinging the boom around to change direction.... not easy at all man...keep falling at all directions...cos wait steady steady turing... then progress upset by too strong a wind... end up with nearly twisted ankle and swollen shin.

saw my sec 4 maths tutor's daughter today. apparently she just learned surfing few weeks ago. and she was trying to control her laughters when she saw me cos yah... she remembers me as the fat ball who talks bout pokemon and bbq whole day hahaha.... funny things is that i always see her in the midst of some sport... not that she is an avid fan of my legs but yah..... when i am jogging i see her, swimming i see her... now surfing.... woah she is taking her masters in sth... muz be too boring for me to rememebr ha!

another day at week which also means back to camp to face those no life creatures...
hahah till next week.

whenever u are enjoying yourself, time seems to be passing so quickly

me and surfer girl went to catch a flipside show today


everything just fell nicely in place

maybe its for the wonderful things i did in the morn which includes scolding an aunty to be more polite(ironic)

we had lunch at the new 'makansutra' (open air hawker conecpt)... watched an acrobatic performance while we ate...caught a show at the recital studio
Comic strip songs
u muz be a 'modernisation critic' person to enjoy it. cos thats wat it is. . 2 guys, 2 gals, a double bass, a guitar and a comic production... simple crops(guys in pyjamas stripe suit, gals in simple ah soh clothes) cooked up a storm of songs about first crush, love, growing old, being beautiful. a story of 11 lessons on life portrayed with an array of songs with no commentary all.

cool!

while we were like walking out towards singapore river... we caught RJ Rosales's live performance. arghh! the last time i caught him was in Chang and Eng. he is real gd in his interaction with the audience as he walked amongst the crowd... serenading all the gals, getting them to dance with him... wow.... how i wish i will be someone like that in my next life. for now, i juz have to 'eat salt' from far. me and her? definitely enjoyed ourselves as we first tried to guess the nationality of RJ Rosale, didn't know he was from philipines la coincidentally, we sang the tune to the song 'what a wonderful world'

his performance is definitely an open air concert not to be missed... can't believe it was free of charge.
anyway it will be on till sunday, go watch if u can yeah.

we walked and walked.... all the way to lau pa sat... *which is like so run down now, i wish they close it cos it kind of lost its beauty of the 80s. i remember the time when my 'su su' will bring his girlfriend there, giving me money to tag along, don't know why too... and he always treat me to ice kacang. and now he has 2 cute tao nanites liao. sadly, the place now is fested with bengs, lians, pu pu kia oopppS! thr i go again.

caught the last train... think we were making lots of noise in it cos the china guy sitting next to us kept frowning for no reason.
and i think surfer gal really attracts young cannot make it ah bengs la cos they keep diaoing her.... i wonder whether she notices or she used to it liao or i just attracted to bengs cos the whole time i was distracted by them.


sent her home before 12.

yes!!! right on schedule

so our first real date, (not in slippers, shorts, sandly legs etc for once ) ended off well.
to think of it... thr was nv a time we were like silent...( and we wouldn't like just blabbering on) both of us were engaging in intellectual and informative conversations like i finally know today that thumb prints have no DNA, how i convince her that doing MA BU! the stupid stunt athletes do for physical trg, sure u guys have done it b4, have to be complement with stretching the opp side or muscle will cramp up in morn.... conversations which i kind of adore.

absolutely flawless night

What A Wonderful World
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom, for me and you,
And I think to myself, What a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white,
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night,
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people goin' by
I see friends shaking hands, saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying, "I love you." I hear

senario 1
my fellow AS1 club member Raymond told me today how he and Jason(the once sissi but now handsome) do their trading a few mths back.

Raymond qoute him a price for his PDA. say like $200, Jason accepted it. thru some careful calculation then did raymond realise he has sold it for too low a price.

Jason," No, once sold cannot be refunded hahah."

Raymond," you bitch."

senario 2
i traded in my bass cum amp, throw in $600 for a 8 speed bike. why? out of impulsion? out of want for speed, just a passing phase in life - all of it man
I can only comfort myself that if i took up smoking, i will have been able to save up for the bike in 300 days, taking that i spend at least $10 per pack and i smoke 1 pack for 3 days(which is very little)
went to a pu pu kia country, so scared of the creatures who can speak eng that i hide in totel the whole day, call for room services, watch cable etc.
will= more than $500

oh well i got more than i bargained for.
welcome to the club of no return- i am now my boss's cycling buddy, representing some org for triathlon.going thailand soon for a cycling trip
thr are suddenly more challenges in my life.

she says i got memory of dory fish.
hah not that she can remember her way home either

drew,"nv seen u been happier."

me,"ya... nv b4 for the past few yrs"

everything happens for a reason. My pa told me hopefully sth come out of it, dateline:father's day. My mom told me to cherish every moment of it...with a simple rule that wats yours is yours, whats not will nv be..and me," weekends will just nv be the same again."


intelligent conversations,
carefree nature
great listener
I have been blown off my feet...