IT’S A B.E.A.U.TIFUL DAY, NOW WATCH SOME ASSHOLE FUCKED IT UP
29 July 2008
Cloudy Wednesday (30 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2140 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 诺言 by李翊君
Mood: *WoW”
Well… been a while since I last updated anything here… so let’s get on with it
Firstly, I started on my remedial training, complimentary of the Singapore Armed Forces (or RT in short). After my first 3km run up the steep slope (3 x 1km = 3 rounds up that fucking slope), I can’t really feel anything waist down. And you know what can be worst? The pain shot up after day 2 and gets progressively bad till I practically had to grab onto the handrails during descent and walking up the stairs. And when you think you hit shit bottom, things get better; my only entry to my work place consist of a 30 flight of stairs up and 30 down… Plus Lunch, Off work, sometime kena arrow to Admin Building… Little wonder how I can live, eat, sleep and grow fat… oh well…
But then hor, things get slightly better after 4 days of rest (beside walking like a duck). Now I can run the slopes (3km per session) and clocking better timing every time. I guess it all boils down to perseverance and determination. Both of which, I am sorely lacking… why?
Firstly, you really need that FULL burst and CONSTANT burning FIRE to run anything related to being Damn Siong (think marathon). I used to clock full marathons (halfs’ are like morning PT like that) and never look back. WHY? Because I got that fucking FIRE inside; all the wrongs people did to me, the humiliation, backstabbing, ego trips (yes that too). EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE in this fucking world are against me. It is these sorrowful agonies that fuel my run! YA, BABY! FUCKING BURN!
And now? I grow fat, constantly smiling, feeling like 9th heaven every minute of my life… Because? I am happily in love with Snoopy and we are going for the long haul… Awww, so tell me lah, if one is as blissful as me, where got that damn fire? So how? Nowadays I just run and kept only the happy thoughts. Difficult but not impossible. Also, I needed the run lah for another 2 reasons…
I am going for the Half Marathon on the 16th of August and besides, I am an overachiever. I don’t want to fucking waste my time fucking idle during the 2 hourly session of RT. I saw so many CB around, all slacking and practically wasting their fucking god-damn life away. Oh well, like I said, to each its own… They happy, no die while running or walking (thank goodness) can liao.
ANYWAY
Beside the RT Session (another 1 RT to go and here-I-come second phase – which is like more damn CB siong), I really haven’t do much… Oh well…
Last Sunday went for the Children Society Walkathon. The week before was idling around malls, shopping for Nike Lunar Series Shoes, bought this, get those and played a 9-hole Golf (Company Games) yesterday. Haven’t been playing for a while (my procrastination, mostly) and since last night, my whole body is burning (under direct sun for 2 hours) and aching (the SWING dude, THE SWINGS).
Ok, way beside that, maybe I could start another trilogy soon, just needs the fucking inspiration…
Oh but apparently, if you are like me, then having inspiration is like procrastination; You feel fucking good initially, but then in the end, you are only fucking yourself… And to fucking start with, my idea is certainly one of strong beliefs. Roughly, it divided the fucking world into two camps: enemies who needed to be crushed, and allies who, because they are CB wimps, have to be told what to do.
And then how?
We eat, sleep, grow fat and FUCKING DIE!!!
Cloudy Wednesday (30 Degree Celsius)
Night @ 2140 (Singapore Time)
Listen: 诺言 by李翊君
Mood: *WoW”
Well… been a while since I last updated anything here… so let’s get on with it
Firstly, I started on my remedial training, complimentary of the Singapore Armed Forces (or RT in short). After my first 3km run up the steep slope (3 x 1km = 3 rounds up that fucking slope), I can’t really feel anything waist down. And you know what can be worst? The pain shot up after day 2 and gets progressively bad till I practically had to grab onto the handrails during descent and walking up the stairs. And when you think you hit shit bottom, things get better; my only entry to my work place consist of a 30 flight of stairs up and 30 down… Plus Lunch, Off work, sometime kena arrow to Admin Building… Little wonder how I can live, eat, sleep and grow fat… oh well…
But then hor, things get slightly better after 4 days of rest (beside walking like a duck). Now I can run the slopes (3km per session) and clocking better timing every time. I guess it all boils down to perseverance and determination. Both of which, I am sorely lacking… why?
Firstly, you really need that FULL burst and CONSTANT burning FIRE to run anything related to being Damn Siong (think marathon). I used to clock full marathons (halfs’ are like morning PT like that) and never look back. WHY? Because I got that fucking FIRE inside; all the wrongs people did to me, the humiliation, backstabbing, ego trips (yes that too). EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE in this fucking world are against me. It is these sorrowful agonies that fuel my run! YA, BABY! FUCKING BURN!
And now? I grow fat, constantly smiling, feeling like 9th heaven every minute of my life… Because? I am happily in love with Snoopy and we are going for the long haul… Awww, so tell me lah, if one is as blissful as me, where got that damn fire? So how? Nowadays I just run and kept only the happy thoughts. Difficult but not impossible. Also, I needed the run lah for another 2 reasons…
I am going for the Half Marathon on the 16th of August and besides, I am an overachiever. I don’t want to fucking waste my time fucking idle during the 2 hourly session of RT. I saw so many CB around, all slacking and practically wasting their fucking god-damn life away. Oh well, like I said, to each its own… They happy, no die while running or walking (thank goodness) can liao.
ANYWAY
Beside the RT Session (another 1 RT to go and here-I-come second phase – which is like more damn CB siong), I really haven’t do much… Oh well…
Last Sunday went for the Children Society Walkathon. The week before was idling around malls, shopping for Nike Lunar Series Shoes, bought this, get those and played a 9-hole Golf (Company Games) yesterday. Haven’t been playing for a while (my procrastination, mostly) and since last night, my whole body is burning (under direct sun for 2 hours) and aching (the SWING dude, THE SWINGS).
Ok, way beside that, maybe I could start another trilogy soon, just needs the fucking inspiration…
Oh but apparently, if you are like me, then having inspiration is like procrastination; You feel fucking good initially, but then in the end, you are only fucking yourself… And to fucking start with, my idea is certainly one of strong beliefs. Roughly, it divided the fucking world into two camps: enemies who needed to be crushed, and allies who, because they are CB wimps, have to be told what to do.
And then how?
We eat, sleep, grow fat and FUCKING DIE!!!
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