run for the hills!

okay.. not running.. cycling for the hills. anyways.. it was great to start hitting some air. after that really awkward crash on hari raya. my front hub is f@*#ed up. not sure how much longer i can milk outta it. now i gotta start saving for a whole new wheelset.

more shit needed to buy more shit. expensive shit.

some things never die.

someone, somewhere [weasel words] once said.. the first step to realising your dreams is to wake up. i know.. somethings are just impractical. but ideas are bulletproof. it's time to take things to the next level. defending your ideas and preparing to counter-attack.

another interesting point: how to apply the concept of vertical envelopment to the situation?

of aspirations, dreams and revelation

this is the last straw. there's nothing left to beg for. sucks man. never thought of myself as kiasu. or disobedient for that matter. we're taught, love thy enemy. so i guess in my case, drink is the enemy. but now all that won't do.

Why does it all have to be just when i'm about to travel in europe.. where water is more expensive than beer... and then of course, what about the amsterdam plan? Then again, having a kiasu mentality, is not right either.. because, THERE IS NO CHOICE. this is hair tearing, head banging, balls to the walls, downright frustrating. i know i've been trying to live the healthy lifestyle.. but it seems like i'm far from it.

i'm beginning to sound like that robbie williams song.

oh lord, make me pure.. but not yet.

some things take your breath away..

and some take your breath away.... till you feel like you're suffocating.

lay down your arms give up the fight? funny how when the going gets tough the price of freedom suddenly becomes something you're not willing to pay.

i guess everybody has their scruples. but seriously. so much for integrity and sticking to what you believe. do you even know what you believe (believed?) in?

if you can't even fight for yourself, what good are you?

alright, okay!

i can't believe it took me so long to figure this one out. The solution to rehabilitating a sprained neck (don't ask how), is, wait for it........strength training! Finally got my lazy ass outta bed before noon ran a retardedly slow 1km and hit the gym. And the neck was as good as new! However, Operation Get Big is kinda failing due to lack of logistical support in the nutrition department, might just scupper it. Not financially possible, especially with all the things i need (or think i need, probably need) to buy! funny how problems always seem to show up at the same time.

this is not the life man. i get less than a recruit, but have to do more, while eating less. if debt is a curse then i have no idea what my deal is.

other than that, everything's peachy.

robbing the bank doesn't seem so far fetched now. the objectives are pretty clear, just gotta work on the end-game and the violence of action part.

live to die another day.

someone once said, 

the first step towards realising your dreams is to wake up first. 

which seems to be a problem 'cos i'm like on GMT, not GMT+7 which i'm supposed to be on. i spent 2 hours staring at the ceiling last night and then i beat my mac at expert level chess, killed badass terrorists on AA, and only then could i sleep at a very unhealthy 4am. sleep like a log until i wake up feeling like i've slept 2hours only to realise that it's 1pm!

that aside, i just can't seem to stop thinking of the damned thesis and the implications for my final project. i guess the reluctance to put anything to print is because i don't wanna confirm things now. and yes, i know we do our best in the given time, but sometimes you really wonder if there's more which you could've done.

which brings me to the sad state of spankie. i think i need to take the old girl out for a ride and wash(reckon i've forgotten how to bunny-hop), but the unhealthy sleeping pattern seems to keep tripping these plans up.

man i miss the army. life was simple. and yes, it pays well. now i'm like some broke loser. digging for coins here and there just to get in the gym, take public transport. if i cab, then my budget is f@#*ed. 

funny how defending the 'way of life' turns out to be easier than living that 'way of life'.

FINALLY!

ordied! orded! 24 days late!

and all i get for the past 2 years of service is a Certificate signed by Ah Choon, a Service Transcript and a testimonial by Ah Keong. The testimonial is so full of glowing praise, mum said she reckoned i could use it to apply for a scholarship as long as they do not consider my grades :P)

But the transcript was the most insightful and amusing. According to it, i'm a C grade specialist. and a second-grade one when it comes to my vocation. i guess mum was right, me and the grades never seem to agree. thank goodness grades do not always have the final say... 

it was good while it lasted i guess. God's been really good and it's amazing that my NS experience turned out so well. so good to a point where i actually contemplated extending service.

well i guess that's it for now. no more booking out... for now.

so when does reservist start? :P