ETA

when you find yourself on the floor, propped up by the sofa, ice pack on your knee, feeling the bump, right next to the bald spot, on your head with one hand, remote in the other, and grumbling that there's nothing good on telly.... yep.

i have arrived. ohh yeah.

oh ye of little faith!

every once in a while, i never fail to give myself mini heart attacks... because i try to solve things all by myself. take today for instance. after weeks of scrimping, i finally had saved an extra fifty bucks(the first time in 12 months).. and then, i busted my cheapo cane creek (creak) S8 headset.

no one seemed to stock the S8 and i was fuming at the exorbitant prices of FSA (heavy and expensive shit) and Chris King(really expensive shit)... even blamed ben for bouncing his heavy ass on my fork, the other day, for the loose headset (shhhh don't tell ben!).. and i have to get my bike ready by saturday for my school project reshoot, which btw is self-funded (more $$ to spend on misc shit)... and of course i like owe the whole team2 dinner for going AWOL for jamming last week(don't ask)..

anyways, as it turns out, there was nothing wrong with my headset.. i just made an ultimate noob of myself by tightening it wrongly. reshoot is looking to be a no-shoot. and i had enough to pay for dinner.

now what was all that fuss about again?

imma be anti-convolutionary!

i've had it with this drama. how is it that my words can be misconstrued into such convoluted nonsense? since when did it become uncool to reminisce and speak what's on your mind? how did it become so hypocritical that all we've left is to pick from the lesser of evils? how is it that people love putting down things that they don't understand? since when did we become so blissfully disconnected that any dissent is shrugged off? i'm not being ungrateful.. while eternity will be perfect, thought i'd bitch about things while they're broken.. now don't you go twist my words with your convoluted minds! well.. now that i've thought about it, i couldn't care less..

life's just too short.

don't sweat the small stuff

it's been a good break. rebuilt the jumps. test rode the YOG track. got a nice pint of dunkel. KO-ed for the whole of wed because of swollen eyeballs, recovered, did a bit of revision at the 'bowls got my hair cut. finally, registered for BTT, working on the motion graphics.. just, no shoot.

got the transport, no riders. got riders, no transport. good weather, no riders and no transport. brilliant! today was the best day for shooting no doubt. sunny, windy and fantastic weather all round. a good workman never blames his tools, i just blame the weather. don't even get me started on the post-pro problems. i know, i know, one step at a time...

just not really into pacing.. can't we fast march this one?

check please!

i do not believe in bad luck.. but this is ridiculous. sprained neck, flu, conjunctivitis (that's what the doc said, but i'm sure it's a relapse of the old condition)... and to complete the royal flush, sprained neck. oh yes, and whilst applying oil to my neck, jabbed my good elbow on the pointy bit of my cupboard handle so hard that i exhausted all my hokkien expletives in 5 seconds. oh yes and don't even get me started on the mosquito situation in my room.. i woke up the other night and thought i was outfield! this is ridiculous.

the best revenge is living well i guess.

yeah chew that!

disconnect.

sometimes the lifeline of the cellphone becomes a leash around your neck. and in some cases, a noose even. it opens up our world, yet shrinks it. it gives you the impression that you can communicate on your terms, but in reality it imposes its terms on you instead. it breeds impatience, bombards your brain with electro-magnetic waves, and as much as it helps you connect with others, it disconnects you from reality.

people blast off texts with little thought. gone are the days of careful consideration of the letter-writing era. when you see a registered contact call, you assume immediately it's the contact. gone are the greetings and authentications.. who is really on the other end?

is it really so necessary to text that you are on your way home? not everyone had a telephone before cellphones, and don't tell me that they sent letters before telephones to herald their homecoming.

if two friends wanted to meet and one was late, the other would just wait... patiently, not knowing if the other was going to turn up. no need for a "i'm gonna be late" text. and of course the late one would be forced to be punctual the next time. oh no, i got better things to do.. really? like window shopping? (aka wandering around aimlessly) how important is that? if you really had something urgent to attend to, you'd go off and do it.. the other person was late after all. the way i see it, cellphones just give us more shit to worry about. why you never answer my call? why never reply my sms?

now everyone just goes around thumbf*#king their phones.

it's time to disconnect and reconnect with what's important.

fair warning..

is never fair. it is usually slightly colored with pre-meditated malicious intent. this kind of 'fair' is perhaps more comparable to the kind of 'fair' you wouldn't want to get for "conduct" in your school report book. and warning is just another fancy word for 'threaten'.. which is not very fair to boot. plus, no one ever tells you they're giving you a 'fair warning' before it goes down. very often, 'fair warning' suddenly comes out on the post bust-up report... now that doesn't seem to tally with the dictionary's definition of fair..

some people are seriously delusional. thank goodness we live in the day and age of CCTV and video technology to disprove people's delusional memories. sometimes there is no choice but to discredit others... especially when their account of how things went is so grossly discolored by the delusional glasses they're wearing. really spooks me how unreliable the human brain really is. emotions affect memory and perception. makes you wonder about historical accounts pre-video era..

even in this era of video and film, some say planes, others say kites, people who are into anal probing say UFO. amazing. medical procedures which are excruciating to some, barely hurts for others. what some think to be a tiring workout, in reality is just a thorough warm-up.

or maybe i got it wrong. i've been doing three workouts in one go, i was in so much pain i was delusional and thought it wasn't, there are anal probing aliens, violent video games lead to violent behaviour and i'm a monkey's uncle.

seriously man. sometimes you can't turn the other cheek..

especially when the other dude's got a shovel.

i won't sugar coat it.

this is my neverdropthiskindashitonmeagain threat.