The Sunday Times

this has become a regular sunday affair, this bloggin thing...a reprieve from the hustle and bustle of the week's boring events.. and just as well.. after all the downloading of the latest bleach and naruto episodes and manga.

i caught a glimpse of the standard chartered marathon in the papers a few days ago..and my buttocks are feeling itchy again.. last year, i helped out in the Osim traiathlon and the stanchart marathon and i was greatly inspired by what i saw. being the lead bike for the frontrunners, i was amazed at the speed the africans were running.. they have legs shaped like the greyhounds, skinny but long and athletic looking. really, they look a cross breed of those dogs and man, no insult intended. the traithlon was also another great event, cos i was leading the bike race and the guys were constantly at abt 40 to 50 kmh!! bloody amazing....and all that after a 5km swim i think...and a looming 10km run after dat...

but really, what was most inspiring was the sight of friends and even strangers encouraging each other on. i dun have that feeling ever since i left the army since my uni life was just full of slacking and riding. man, sometimes i wish i was in a competitive state like those days when we were in SA's famed 1997 -1999 bball team..kekek..the corporate rat-race just isn't so inspiring. right now, the only competitive feeling i get is who earns the most money. sad but practical.

have u ever wondered what is the ideal life u ever wanted? i always thot of it and it constantly changes with age. (yes, im old, u farkers..but many of u are older..haha) right now, i just wanna earn a HIGH regular income with enough leave to last me abt 2 major trips each year AND a "flexible" working time. I mean, i have a friend who is able to come out of the dreary office anytime he wants and yet earns a sizable income. Oh yeah, most importantly, no work on sats. it really isn't very happening to have to go back early on a relaxing friday evening cos i've got work the next day. the only time i can go for a morning jog or walk is sunday and the lack of choice obviously sucks big time. if u think what im saying is bullshit, mabbe u really suited to enjoy the working world.

for me? i need the fresh morning air when i ride the NS highway or running in the park. i need to plan trips and tours to make off-office hours more meaningful. i want to have the flexibility to do what i want and as long as i can finish my job on time excellently, let me off the office. yeah...i think these are the things i want in my next job.....any to recommend? i can only think of the civil service, sadly. anyway, not that my present company sucks. in fact, the peeps im been working with are excellent but the status quo wun stay and especially when a new lady boss is coming round in abt 2 to 3 weeks time.

i just cant wait for my vara to get up and running again. it's now still under observation and i reckon one or two more weeks to make it running well again...perhaps it's time to have a retreat to malacca soon...or shd i run there to train for the marathon?

the land of freedom

and so the time has come for my brother to go back to freedom.....american adventure part deux is abt to begin for him while im stuck at working out estimates for buildings....brilliant...

anyway, im stuck at using public transport for the next two days cos my vara needs to go for an operation...an expensive one i might add. the moment i started my walk to the MRT from the workshop, i already felt giddy and feel like fainting. It's worse when i was actually in the MRT...man, i just relived all the reasons why i wanted to get out of the public transport system in the first place. there's just this inherent fear that a bearded arab looking guy may just leave a bag in my cabin. i rather die being at the controls than being a victim of circumstance, know wat i mean...and then there's the crushing effect so popular during peak periods. the worst are the buses where farking dickheads love just wun move in...

the only plus point i experienced is that i now know that there is a north east line.....amazing

anyway, hopefully after i get the bike back, i wun have to live thru it again...kudos to all public tranporters, my heart goes out to yer...kekeke

anyway, since i have been grounded in Singapore in the poast few weeks, i realised i have to orchard almost every week. sad life i know...but i bet all of u like to do dat since JC times eh..i just cant wait to take off onto the highways again. even vara is complaining from the speeds that i have to travel in singapore. indeed, vara became even smoother after i came back from a petrol run in malaysia in above average speeds.....all this leads to one thing...i think i need a 5 day job, to feed my thirst for getting out of the urban dump and still satisfy my worldly needs..

still, i dun wish jump into another industry so quickly..i still wanna do what i studied for 4 years of my life at least for a little while...yeah..im pretty nostalgic...

if u think what im writing dun seem to be my literary style, ur prob right..it's quite hard to write straight after some cheese hotdogs, a Heineken and a Guinness...think i shall leave the rest to later...and oh yeah...never thot i'll say this but i miss my brother's orchestra of incessant chatter, burps and farts...take care, dude..

Rajiv and The Curry Factory

" willy wonka! willy wonka!...as happy as can be....."

yep...this hideously gay song has been sticking ever since the freaking movie started. wats even more hideous are the wretched mechanical monsters singing abt the wanker...and managing to burn itself into terribly fugly zombies....anyway, this scene had me in stitches. yeah, im a sick bastard. hahah...

in case you got the wrong idea, i absolutely love the show. in fact, i love it so much that if im eric khoo, i would do an asian version of it. A bollywood version, to be more precise. i would call it either "Rajiv and the Curry Factory." or "Muthu and the Curry Factory." Rajiv because i love this name. If im indian, I would be a Rajiv. Muthu of because my discipline master in JC. Mabbe Marimuthu (MM) can be my willy wonka (WW)! The idea came when i was in a supermarket over the weekend and i came across the "Golden Curry" brand of curry. For all u folks who know me, i can give a mean conversation in indian-accented english. and a close fight with me would be my sparring partner, boo. it isn't a coincidence that i absolutely adore the show, Goodness Gracious Me, about indians living in london making a fool of themselves. (and making a lot of money in the process)

before my poor dear could say anything in the supermarket, i was already in Indian mode, describing about the waterfall of curry...the indian workers swimming and bathing in the curry pool..the fresh coconuts used are grown beside the curry pool..the oompa lumpas are actually midget indians with long pointy moustaches...lotsa coconuts trees for dancing around....

man, i reckon this would be a big hit....moreover, the musical style of the show is totally at home in Bollywood...den Kumar can act as marimuthu, terrorising the sick kids..muahahah...

anyway, before u think im racist, think again. im all for racial integration...and having a laugh at different accents isn't a racist thing in my book. i laff at Tai Mai Shu, the legendary chinese rap group making a fool of themselves in AMerica and also make fun of hongkie accents. if u feel offended, u need to lighten up. (no pun intended)

Cousins

time flies.... age really catches up..
Just came across my cousin's blog and boy, what a wonderful surprise i had....

before my very eyes, my "baby" cousins whom i have always considered to be little babies
(in my eyes at least) needing the continuous attention and care of the adults have blossomed into full blown young adults poring over problems and relationships and all the great stuff u can only experience in schools ...

to be honest, i never had any serious communication with my cousins because of my perceived gap in age...the thought of my baby cousins growing up just never occured to me until recently. so, i really felt gay (happy, for those arses perverted in mind) that they are developing meaningful lifes of their own.

'baby' sarah was only 11 when i was about to enter university but seeing her describe about her life in school and the deepening relationship with her brother resonates my own experiences in school and my brother..damn...for the first time in my life, i wished i was younger...

being the eldest grandchild in my mum's family, i had always felt a responsibility of trying to know all my cousins well and keeping them together...so even when our parents dun meet, at least there is support within the family. but the young me always felt it wasn't the time simply because of the age differences...

teaching a sec 2 kid really reminds me that being 14 and 25 is not really very different..perhaps i have procrastinated for too long in waiting for the 'babies' to grow up...

i must apologize to my cousins, especially if they view me as aloof and uncaring...i guess it must be the 'superority complex' of elders that makes it hard for the older generation, ie me, to connect to the younger set...as the cliche goes, you are the future and im here to mould you....

fark, i sound like the PAP....

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today is the first time in about 2 to 3 years i went to the jogging track for a jog.
and i totally suck. big time....fark...