thnks fr th mmrs

its has been a long long 5 years journey. tens of camps, hundreds of nights, thousands of photos, and tons of memories that will stay with me until i turn senile.

after gtc we say its the end, after celes we say its the end, but i think now its really the end. the next few months will be weird, with such a big part of my last 5 years gone. studying and training may fill the time void, but nothing can replace it totally.

it will never be totally over though. once a scout, always a scout. its not that easy to get rid of me =)

suffer your own cheerful devotion

the greatest poop story ever written

WARNING!! DISGUSTING STORY AHEAD. STOP READING HERE IF YOU JUST ATE/ARE GOING TO EAT WITHIN 30 MINUTES!!

 

Now, I know that there is a lot of embellishment that
occurs on this group and I am aware that a small
number of things are perhaps sheer fabrication, but I
have a story to tell that is the absolute truth.
Funniest damn thing that has ever happened to me. A
couple of weeks ago we decided to cruise out to Ryan's
Steakhouse for dinner. It was a Wednesday night which
means that macaroni and beef was on the hot bar,
indeed the only night of the week that it is served.
Wednesday night is also kid's night at Ryan's,
complete with Dizzy the Clown wandering from table to
table entertaining the little bastards. It may seem
that the events about to be told have little
connection to those two circumstances, but all will be
clear in a moment.
We went through the line and placed our orders for the
all-you-can-eat hot bar then sat down as far away from
the front of the restaurant as possible in order to
keep the density of kids down a bit. Then I started my
move to the hot bar. Plate after plate of macaroni and
beef were consumed that evening, I tell you - in all,
four heaping plates of the pseudo-Italian ambrosia
were shoved into my belly. I was sated. Perhaps a bit
too much, however.
I had not really been feeling well all day, what with
a bit of gas and such. By the time I had eaten four
overwhelmed plates of food, I was in real trouble.
There was so much pressure on my diaphragm that I was
having trouble breathing. At the same time, the
downward pressure was building. At first I thought it
was only gas, which could have been passed in batches
right at the table without too much concern.
Unfortunately, that was not to be. After a minute or
so it was clear that I was dealing with explosive
diarrhea. It's amazing how grease can make its way
through your intestines far faster than the food which
spawned the grease to begin with, but I digress... I
got up from the table and made my way to the bathroom.
Upon entering, I saw two sinks immediately inside the
door, two urinals just to the right of the sinks, and
two toilet stalls against the back wall. One of them
was a handicapped bathroom. Now, normally I would have
gone to the handicapped stall since I like to stretch
out a bit when I take a good crap. But in this case,
the door lock was broken and the only thing I hate
worse than my wife telling me to stop cutting my
toenails with a pair of diagonal wire-cutters is
having someone walk in on me while I am taking a crap.
I went to the normal stall. In retrospect, I probably
should have gone to the large, handicapped stall even
though the door would not lock because that bit of
time lost in making the stall switch proved to be a
bit too long under the circumstances. By the time I
had walked into the regular stall, the pressure on my
ass was reaching Biblical portions. I began "The
Move."
For those women who may be reading this, let me take a
moment to explain "The Move." Men know exactly what
their bowels are up to at any given second. And when
the time comes to empty the cache, a sequence of
physiological events occur that can not be stopped
under any circumstances. There is a move men make that
involves simultaneously approaching the toilet,
beginning the body turn to position ones ass toward
said toilet, hooking ones fingers into ones waistline,
and pulling down the pants while beginning the squat
at the same time. It is a very fluid motion that, when
performed properly, results in the flawless expulsion
of crap at the exact same second that one’s ass is
properly placed on the toilet seat. Done properly, it
even assures that the choad is properly inserted into
the front rim of the toilet in the event that the piss
stream lets loose at the same time; it is truly a
picture of coordination rivaling that of a skilled
ballet dancer.
I was about halfway into "The Move" when I looked down
at the floor and saw a pile of vomit that had been
previously expelled by one of those little bastards
attending kids night. It was mounded up in the corner
so I did not notice it when I had first walked into
the stall. Normally, I would not have been bothered by
such a thing, but I had eaten so much and the pressure
upward was so intense, that I hit a rarely experienced
gag reflex. And once that reflex started, combined
with the intense pressure upward caused by the bloated
stomach, four plates of macaroni and beef started
coming up for a rematch.
What happened next was so quick that the exact
sequence of events is a bit fuzzy, but I will try to
reconstruct them as best I can. In that moment of
impending projectile vomiting, my attention was
diverted from the goings-on at the other end. To put a
freeze frame on the situation, I was half crouched
down to the toilet, pants pulled down to my knees,
with a load of vomit coming up my esophagus.
Now, most of you know that vomiting takes precedence
over crap no matter what is about to come slamming out
of your ass. It is apparently an evolutionary thing
since crapping will not kill you, but vomiting takes a
presence of mind to accomplish so that you do not
aspirate any food into the bronchial tubes and perhaps
choke to death. My attention was thus diverted. At
that very split second, my ass exploded in what can
only be described as a wake...you know, as in a
newspaper headline along the lines of "30,000 Killed
In Wake of Typhoon Fifi" or something similar. In what
seemed to be most suitably measured in cubic feet, an
enormous plug of crap the consistency of thick mud
with embedded pockets of greasy liquid came flying out
of my ass.
But remember, I was only halfway down on the toilet at
that moment. The crap wave was of such force, and of
just such an angle in relation to the back curve of
the toilet seat, that it ricocheted off the back of
the seat and slammed into the wall - at an angle of
incidence equal to the angle at which it initially hit
the toilet seat. Then I sat down. Recall that when
that event occurred, I was already halfway to sitting
anyway and had actually reached the point of no
return. I have always considered myself as relatively
stable gravitationally, but when you get beyond a
certain point, you're going down no matter how limber
you may be. Needless to say, the crap wave, though of
considerable force, was not so sufficient so as to
completely glance off the toilet seat and deposit
itself on the walls - unlike what you would see when
hitting a puddle with a high-pressure water hose; even
though you throw water at the puddle, the puddle gets
moved and no water is left to re-form a puddle. There
was a significant amount of crap remaining on about
one-third of the seat rim which I had now just
collapsed upon.
Now, back to the vomit...
While all the crapping was going on, the vomit was
still on its way up. By the time I had actually
collapsed on the toilet, my mouth had filled up with a
goodly portion of the macaroni and beef I had just
consumed. OK, so what does the human body
instinctively do when vomiting? One bends over. So I
bent over. I was still sitting on the toilet, though.
Therefore, bending over resulted in me placing my head
above my now slightly-opened legs, positioned in
between my knees and waist. Also directly above my
pants which were now pulled down to a point just
midway between my knees and my ankles. Oh, did I
mention that I was wearing not just pants, but
sweatpants with elastic on the ankles. In one mighty
push, some three pounds of macaroni and beef, two or
three Cokes, and a couple of Big, Fat Yeast Rolls were
deposited in my pants...on the inside...with no ready
exit at the bottom down by my feet. In the next
several seconds, there were a handful of farts, a
couple of turds, and the event ended. Yet I was now
sitting there with my pants full of vomit, my back
covered in crap that had bounced off the toilet,
spattered on three ceramic-tiled walls to a height of
about five feet, and still had enough force to come
back at me, covering the back of my shirt with
droplets of liquid crap. All while thick crap was
spread all over my ass in a ring curiously in the
shape of a toilet seat.
And there was no ****ing toilet paper. What could I do
but laugh. I must have sounded like a complete maniac
to the guy who then wandered into the bathroom. He
actually asked if I was OK since I was laughing so
hard I must have sounded like I was crying
hysterically. I calmed down just enough to ask him if
he would get the manager. And told him to have the
manager bring some toilet paper. When the manager
walked in, he brought the toilet paper with him, but
in no way was prepared for what happened next. I
simply told him that there was no way I was going to
explain what was happening in the stall, but that I
needed several wet towels and I needed him to go ask
my wife to come help me. I told him where we were
sitting and he left. At that point, I think he was
probably assuming that I had pissed just a bit in my
pants or something similarly benign.
About two minutes later, my wife came into the
bathroom not knowing what was wrong and with a certain
amount of worry in her voice. I explained to her
(still laughing and having trouble getting out words)
that I had a slight accident and needed her help.
Knowing that I had experienced some close calls in the
past, she probably assumed that I had laid down a
small turd or something and just needed to bring the
car around so we could bolt immediately. Until I asked
her, I'm sure she had no idea that she was about to go
across the street and purchase me new underwear, new
socks, new pants, a new shirt, and (by that time due
to considerable leakage around the elastic ankles
thingies) new sneakers. And she then started to laugh
herself since I was still laughing. She began to ask
for an explanation as to what had happened when I
promised her that I would tell her later, but that I
just needed to handle damage control for the time
being. She left.
The manager then came back in with a half-dozen wet
towels and a few dry ones. I asked him to also bring a
mop and bucket upon which he assured me that they
would clean up anything that needed to be cleaned.
Without giving him specific details, I explained that
what was going on in that stall that night was far in
excess of what I would expect anyone to deal with,
what with most of the folks working at Ryan's making
minimum wage of just slightly above. At that moment, I
think it dawned on him exactly the gravity of the
situation. Then that manager went so far above the
call of duty that I will be eternally grateful for his
actions. He hooked up a hose. Fortunately, commercial
bathrooms are constructed with tile walls and tile
floors and have a drain in the middle of the room in
order to make clean up easy. Fortunately, I was in a
commercial bathroom. He hooked up the hose to the
spigot located under the sink as I began cleaning
myself up with the wet towels.
Just as I was finishing, my wife got back with the new
clothes and passed them into the stall, whereupon I
stuffed the previously worn clothing into the plastic
bag that came from the store, handing the bag to my
wife. I finished cleaning myself off and carefully put
on my new clothes, still stuck in the stall since I
figured that it would be in bad taste to go out of the
stall to get redressed, in the event I happened to be
standing there naked and some little bastard kid
walked in. At that point, I had only made a mess; I
had not yet committed a felony and intended to keep it
that way.
When I finished getting dressed, I picked up the hose
and cleaned up the entire stall, washing down the
remains toward the drain in the center of the room. I
put down the hose and walked out of the bathroom. I
had intended to go to the manager and thank him for
all he had done, but when I walked out, three of the
management staff were there to greet me with a
standing ovation. I started laughing so hard that I
thought I was going to throw up again, but managed to
scurry out to the car where my wife was now waiting to
pick me up by the front door.
The upshot of all this is that I strongly recommend
eating dinner at Ryan's Steak House. They have, by
far, the nicest management staff of any restaurant in
which I have eaten.

dreams

What does it mean when you dream that someone is peeing on you…? Keep having weird dreams recently…

5k tt

went for the 5k tt at macritchie, and it was pain indeed. did well in it, and for that i’m happy! hope to see improvements in future TTs

scms volunteer

yesterday was singapore’s biggest running event, and I was part of it as a volunteer! first time volunteering for such events, and it wasn’t how i expected it to be.

the event officially started at 12.30am for volunteers as we had to get down to our areas and set up our aid station. most of the time from then till 3+ was spent playing asshole taiti (which im pretty good at!) with the rest of the dudes and dudettes who signed up with me. 30 minutes after the marathon started at 5am, it was busy all the way! runners just came and went, most grabbing a cup of 100 plus that we had to prepare. and we found out why they told us to come in dark coloured bermudas…not a nice way to find out though.

after the marathon people, we stoned for quite a while and then the 10k people started. even though there was about half the number of runners, we had to fill 2x the number of drinks. sounds weird, but true.

by the end of it, everything was drenched in 100 plus and sticky, even my shoes. staying under a tent in the padang that was getting cooked by the sun didn’t help too. but it was worth it, seeing the elites running by so quickly, and hearing “thanks” from the runners who desperately needed their drinks.

would i do this sort of volunteering again? probably. i’ll choose a smaller event though, and a different job.

oh and saying something a 100 times really makes it sound weird! good job, 100 plus!

gtc

after 1 whole year, gtc is over and now only a bit more to go until 5 years of scouting comes to a close officially =)

even after 3.5 times of going to gtc, it still amazes me what it can do to your body and your mind. the distances were anything but short (85km in 3 days for me!) Even with precautions taken, I still got injuries in weird places but with a strong will can block these pain out. And of course hiok’s nappy rash cream =) everyone should bring it!! compulsory item in individual packlist

even though a number of people dropped out, i think its still super amazing that sec 1s can complete gtc, carrying a bag almost 1/4 their weight and hiking distances they never thought possible. i don’t think my sec 1 gtc was as tough, although carrying 6 loafs of bread around is quite a challenge

and lastly to all juniors reading this: all the best for your future years in 01! remember what you all learnt in gtc

initiative, sense of urgency, care and concern for others!

we have an answer!

yes we do! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shelf_life#Best_before

I WAS RIGHT!

best before/use by

hey! i just just heard this cool thing on muttons on the move on 987 and they were discussing about food labels. one of them (either justin or vernon) was saying that he thinks that there is a difference between “best before” and “expiry date” or “use by”. And that is EXACTLY WHAT I THINK SO TOO!

See there must be some reason why there is this distinction, and why every single food label is not using the same phrase. I think that if something says best before, it means that you can still eat it after that date, but it just wont taste as good. However if it says use by, it means the food will turn bad after that date.

Food for thought. =)

century and more

did my longest ride today, 116km. and i hit the wall for the first time too! it didnt feel very nice, and it just came suddenly. at least now i know how it feels like and what to expect if i hit the same wall again.

dear pw

please just end and give me my holidays!

abbcc

School is gonna end soon, and so is PW =) Last 3 weeks to go before its sayonara to this horrible subject.

Got back results on Monday, and I must say I’m very pleased! Did much better than expected, even though I didn’t study as hard as others. Can’t get complacent though…

01 is resuming again, and its the last stretch already. Next year will be suuper free, unless I decide to take H3 which I am considering. Hopefully it will be a decision I don’t regret.

And don’t you just hate it when people are overly sensitive?

ihc

Signed up for polo, 1000m, and amazing race. Pretty excited and nervous at the same time.

Cycling in the heavy rain is super tough. Can’t really see anything cos the eyes just hurt like shit. Maybe next time I should bring a goggles too…

And I’m so glad the WR is finally done =)

Quad 2010 Race Report

Finally found time to post my first ever race report!

The day started pretty early at 5am, and I woke up to flashing lights from lightning. Wasn’t a very good way to start the day, and I remember hoping that the sky would hold up for the next few hours. Ate some bread and kept a banana to eat later on as my run would be a few hours later. Didn’t have to wake up so early, but wanted to give myself ample time to prepare so I didn’t have to rush. Took a ride from Nic Eu and reached East Coast Park at around 6.35am.

By this time it was drizzling slightly, and we had to walk quite a distance to the transition area due to road closure. There wasn’t many people when we arrived, and it was still quite early, so we took shelter under a…shelter and waited for Joel and Mish to arrive.

When they came we did some final adjustments, stuck stickers, tried not to poke each other when pinning onto tights, and made our way to the transition to lay our stuff there. Then we went to get our bodies marked, and the volunteer screwed up the 5 on my arm. Soon after Mish went to warm up, and when it was 7.40 the Men’s Open were flagged off! 10 minutes later, and it was the Women’s Open, Men’s Relay, Women’s Relay and of course the Youth Relay. The horn went off and everyone rushed to the dirty waters off East Coast Park; pretty funny thinking of it that way.

I went over to the transition area, and it was very fun watching the leaders come out of the water and rushing to put on their skates before zooming away looking like professionals. The atmosphere was pretty intense because the 3 Men’s leader were quite close to each other and all eyes were on them as they left the transition area.

Soon after most of the competitors came in and we were waiting for Mish to appear. Took quite a while, but she finally did and Nic Eu went off! It was still quite a while before my turn, so I was trying to calm my nerves and enjoy the race atmosphere.

Nic Eu came back about 6th or so, and it was Joel’s turn on the bike. At this point I went to do a quick warm up to loosen up the legs and get ready for my turn. When I came back, found out that Joel fell at the end of the first lap. His second lap took really long, and for a moment I thought his bike had a problem and he had to walk back or something. I continued with my stretching and waited for him at the transition area.

After waiting for a seemingly long time, he finally came in and I zoomed out of transition! I counted 5 people ahead of me, and tried to remember their numbers (504, 507, 501 and 2 others I can’t really recall) so I know if I over take them or just over took someone slower than me. Through most of the race the 5 numbers were just running (no pun intended!) through my head, mostly so I wouldn’t be reminded of the pain.

I started off the race too quickly. The plan was 4:15 each for first 2 km, 4:20 for next 2, then all out for last 2. Legs felt slightly tired right from the start, but race day adrenaline pushed me through the first 500m or so in about 3:50 pace, and was like “Uh oh this is bad you need to slow down”. Went through first km in 4:05; still too fast. I was mostly catching people from the Men’s Open who were pretty tired from 32.5km of racing, and there wasn’t really anyone of my pace to follow, so it was just overtaking people. The route was also a out and back course, so I could see the Youth Relay runners. They were all pretty far in front, so there was quite a lot of work to do if I wanted to catch them.

Second km was in 4:16. Still on pace, but could feel myself slowing quite a bit. Legs were starting to hurt, but not too bad. I did not seem to be gaining or losing any time on the other runners.

Third km in 4:27. I knew things were going downhill (my race not the route) so the plan was just to run at the originally planned pace for as long as I can, and pace off someone slower when I was getting very tired. Everything was hurting, but there still wasn’t anyone gaining on me. I knew that the original goal was pretty impossible, and all I could do was not to deviate too far off.

Fourth km in 4:39. Eek! The effort felt like a 4:10 effort, but the timing certainly did not reflect that. I was hurting a ton now, and my focus, other than the 5 numbers, were just not to walk. Was reaaaalllyyy tempted to do so, but mental strength prevailed =)

Fifth km in 4:40. Overall pace was starting to stabilise, although at a much slower pace than expected. My only consolation was that I only had half a lap to go to the finish, and there was a big enough cushion to ensure that no one would overtake me.

Nearing the end, I finally found someone who was running about the same pace as mine and I gladly stayed behind him. About 400m to go, still stayed behind him and the pace started to pick up. I tried to remember to smile at the finishing line, but it was hard to do when everything was hurting like crap. I overtook him going into the finishing chute, which wasn’t that nice a thing to do but whatever. I forced out what I hoped was a smile, and crossed the line with a pace of 4:12 for the last 400m. I remember hearing the announcer say something about energy and youth (because I sprinted past the other guy), and he announced the team name and was like wow what a long name or something like that. After I crossed the line I was so glad it was all over, and the volunteers swarmed all around me like I was a carcass and they were the vultures or something like that. One passed me the medals, another took the timing chip, and I was just standing there grasping for air.

Rested for a while and drank many cans of 100 plus, then went for a short cool down jog. After bathing, we walked quite a distance to the food center, and ate an early lunch there. I ordered a huuuugeee coconut, probably the biggest I’ve ever seen.

You can see how big it is relative to the 100 plus and the lime.

It wasn’t super nice, but the meat and drink was never ending. That, together with like 5 cans of 100 plus, made me want to puke by the time I was done. Nic Eu and I walked to the bus stop, and stomach was feeling super bloated and uncomfortable.

Overall it was a wonderful race. Always very fun to go for such stuff, with so many competitors around you and everyone trying to outdo themselves and feeling nervous along with you. Being in a relay gave me time to appreciate the race itself, and look at all the competitors (as well as their equipments!) Although the race didn’t go that well for me and I expected to do much better, it was still quite an okay effort considering the lack of training in the weeks leading up due to promos, and also falling sick just days before.

Haha sorry for the super long post, think no one actually read the whole thing. Oh, and PW is nearing the end! Can finally see the light

PW

and now the whole school is doing pw. every where you go pw is around. omnipresence. 1 more month!

10-10-10

omg its tomorrow! so excited!! hopefully the adrenaline will keep me going strong. and it sucks to be sick =X

win-lose day?

so much excitement! being the “anchor” got a lot to think about. what if i don’t even get to race because of unforeseen circumstances (rain, bike tire puncture, fell etc)? What if we were far behind and I caught up! Or what if…I lost time?

Nevertheless looking for a great day on 10-10-10, which is also lose the game day! Hehe :D

And 7 hours lan, not as long as it seems but super draining; mentally and on my wallet

3 down 2 to go

living one day at a time =)

promos

Promos starts tomorrow and I feel under prepared. =(

I could really use a wish right now

mugging madness

1 week to start of promos, and the WHOLE WORLD is mugging. like seriously, no hyperbole used there. me included, although im failing most of the time.

and 3 weeks to race!

I LOST THE GAME

http://ilostthegame.org/rules

HAHA WHOEVER READS THIS PLAYS THE GAME NOW =) Yay more people to lose with me.

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Enjoy the last few days of holiday!

Day of thinking and talking

Alternative titles "Nike hike" or "Life is no Nintendo game"

Last few activities as a GC...it's been a fast 1 year. Today's night hike was really fun, especially stoning at Macs with Hiok and his suanning haha. But before that, let's talk about the hike!
Started off eating an early dinner at BK at Tiong Bahru, and was reminded of the Wayne's funny incident at Carl's Jr where he ordereduts a Whooper Jr...The route brought us east from tiong bahru through city area, kallang, and finally ECP. Total distance was close to 20km, and surprisingly we didn't have to cut short the route or didn't reach the end point super late. Guess GTC won't be too easy for us...it was cool to see the teachers keeping up with the super quick pace!
Along the way talked a lot to various people about various stuff. Leadership, 01, sports, random stuff, it was really cool to just be walking at night and reflecting in the year that has passed and also what lays ahead. Thought a lot about certain pertinent issues, and reminisced about the past. 5 years seem short, but a lot has been learnt and experienced. And of course more importantly there was growth.
I counted the number of scouts camp I went for over these years, and it tallied to a total of 31, and counting! 5 overnights, 4 SUTCs, 4 ACs, 4 night hikes, 4 GTCs, 4 first classes, 1 Vcord, 1 VC, 1 PLTC, 1 VLC, 1 NPC, 1 group celes.
Life is gonna be soooo empty after this year. Need to find something to fill the void

Youth Olympic Games

The YOG came and went, from 14 to 26th August. On the local news and television it looks really great, with fantastic media coverage on almost all the sports (but none on triathlon ): ) and lots of hype generated. However, on closer look, how worth it was the $387 million really?

There have been reports of poor volunteer food at some places, sold out tickets yet empty spectator stands, compulsory support from students…all these from here, here, and here. Very interesting reads there.

There have also been very little report in international newspapers, so it got me thinking just how good was it really? If the whole point was to generate tourism and interest in Singapore and to showcase Singapore to the world…seems like it isn’t working that well.

Sometimes I really wish sports would be a huge thing in Singapore, like in Oceania, but honestly the climate and environment is a huge put-off. And I also wonder whether it is possible for Asian countries, not just Singapore, to ever do well in sports that do not require as much technique but more of innate talent, such as (obviously) triathlon and long d track events. For some reason we are way way off the top (look at the YOG triathlon results). Is it because of poor training methods, lack of training, or genetics?

Anyway, its really interesting to read newspaper, as well as sites like temasekreview.com. Shows you all the debates on current issues in SG, such as the extra NS $$.

Race is in 5 weeks. Promos in 4. Holidays in 1!!

What do you look like?

Did I mention how much I love Monday mornings?

patrol orienteering

i swear dome shaped caves are super cool!

sick

it sucks to have a 5 day holidays, and be sick for 4/5 of it. but sc2 is fun!

zouk!

my first time in a club, and it was because of school. o.o

it was really sucky at first, because they were squeezing at least 1k people in that pretty small place. but once you got used to the fact that you couldnt sit, you couldnt put down your bag (which has my uniform inside), and the only view of the stage was between 2 heads, it got pretty enjoyable. the performances and programme was not too bad, and i guess the fact that we were in a club made the community singing that much better. although i think the tiramisu smelling gas contributed to the highness.

in the morning was the observance ceremony, and its my first time doing that haha. somehow last year I didn’t, but cant remember why. Did not screw up majorly, although my slow marching really sucks X_X

and now 5 days of much needed holidays!

foul play!

http://www.universalsports.com/news/article/newsid=486462.html#lances+attorney+usada+offering+riders+deals

how is this even legal? all because he won the tour 7 times…

help!

I need to learn conversational Cantonese that is specific to the following keywords:

“Chicken, rice, vegetable, extra rice, more sauce”

Towards cheaper Lum and Chan!

TDF

No more late nights due to watching Tour de France. It’s really an amazing 3 weeks watching all 20 stages + 1 prologue, and after 3000+km of racing, the difference between Contador and Schleck was only about 400m!

It was really a pity that Schleck couldn’t win (he was THIS CLOSE), but I believe that soon he will! Just hope he won’t be another Jan Ulrich. And it wasn’t a fairy tale ending for Armstrong, but the end of his cycling journey may be the start of his ironman victories for all we know!

To be honest, most parts of the stages were boring, especially on flat stages. However, the final few km of every stage more than makes up for it! Many times I would just be lying on my sofa watching the peloton go under the Flamme Rouge (1 KM to go) and my heart would be beating pretty quickly. The power of television…Watching the HTC train lead the way for Mark Cavendish, imagining I am Schleck attacking Contador on Col du Tourmalet, cringing when Schleck’s chain came out right after he attacked! At times I even laughed at how easy the riders make it, trying to mimic them on my very own cycling expeditions on Sunday mornings and mostly failing terribly.

Enough words! Let the pictures do the talking.

Just look at those eyes…

Ouch on the cobblestones!

Postcard-worthy photos!

Look at the pain in his face!

Yet another stage win in the bag to make it 5!

Friendly competition

Finally, the man who has made it to the ranks of other greats

Via Ferreta

Got back all my CT results.

Chem - B

Econs - S

GP - D

Bio - D

Maths - A

GP and Bio was unexpected, but overall I'm glad. Could've done better for sure though.

Today was my PE elective. Pretty cool to be able to do sports climbing for PE right! And best of all its free =) There was the via feretta climbing, as well as abseiling. Via feretta is actually meant for outdoors, mountain climbing. But since Singapore doesn't have any mountains (as much as Mt Faber seems like one, it isnt!), we have an indoors one at Orchard Central!

"Get high on the world's tallest indoor via feretta" This is the BorderX tagline, and I find it super ironic. Its like saying "Run on this hottest marathon route you can ever find!" Its obviously subpar, yet they make it seem so great. But I've got nothing against them! It was really interesting, and the aircon is always welcomed.

A few people abseiling down.

A few more random pictures

Dude sawing our poles. Super fast!

Joel and my bike. =)

Subway staff can't think

Never thought of it, but its so true!

Goal setting

http://rwdaily.runnersworld.com/2010/06/my-training-doth-hereby-commence.html

Imagine the looks on their faces, when they learn you're no longer training! And
what they'll whisper about you behind your back! (e.g., "He was training for a
race. Now he isn't. What a weak, weak person.")

So so true!

So heres mine: I'm Training (with a capital T) to qualify for Boston in 2014! And complete a half iron by then too!

Life's good

Last day of exams today!

The week started with Econs, and the case study was a gone case. But thankfully the essay was much easier, just had to regurgitate everything that I remembered. And surprisingly there was enough time for this paper, well somewhat. At least it wasn't as bad as the lecture test (which I still haven't gotten back...)

Next was Chem. 100 marks, 135min. I think I did pretty well for MCQ, and I hope I did okay for the rest. Can't remember much about the paper now, haha.

Followed by Maths. I was pretty confident for this, maybe cos it was the one I practiced most for during the holidays. Immediately after the paper I felt pretty good, then as the day went on and I compared my answers with others...oh well.

And today was Bio. Absolutely the worse paper, along with super bad conditions to do the exam. For a start I didn't bring my calculator, and somehow there was like 3 maths related questions inside. And after the main paper there was MCQ. As I tried to shade the first answer...the lead went into the mechanical pencil. Usually this would mean that the current lead is too short and I have to switch to another one. So I took the old one out and...lo and behold, the rest of the MCQ I had to shade while (trying to) hold onto the thin thin lead.

[zhi] says:
wtf
someone up there hates you

Totally agree. The worst thing is right after the paper, when I had time to try and fix the stupid thing, it become alright immediately. As for the paper itself, I think I'm quite screwed. Should just spend all the time mugging how to identify cell structures from the stupid black printing.

After exam is really fantastic. Spent quite a while just chilling with Joel and Nic Eu. Really nice to just chill there with nothing worrying me.

Underdogs rule!

And Italy is out! Very intense last 5 minutes indeed!

Got my first 31 today! Slowly but surely, one day it will be 40!

1 more week and CTs would be over. Am thankful that it is only 4 days long and not some draggy thing. Get it over and done with!

Last time I used to wish holidays would never end and school would never come. But as I get older I sometimes hope that school will start sooner cos life just seems weird without school. Maybe it has something to do with me not spending my holiday time productively so I feel it is a waste? Please let tomorrow be a good day or I am quite screwed! Hopefully SUC meeting goes well tomorrow...lots of disappointment there =(

Enjoy what is left of your holidays people!

Oh yes, I never realised I got so many stalkers =D Hi all stalkers!

World Cup Fever

Just saw North Korea get trashed 7-0 by Portugal. Must suck to be the goalkeeper of NK; well Portugal as well, considering he doesn't get to see all the action. Some people on the tagboard of the website (yes I watch it online, yes I didn't pay $70 to watch the soccer action) were saying how they hope the team doesn't get executed when it all ends. Pretty funny, but if it happens won't be that funny anymore.

Quite cool how everything is fixated around the World Cup recently. From soccer field like pizzas to MSN nicknames; you name it you got it. And in 2 months time it will all be forgotten. It's certainly quite unfair that some sports get soooo much more attention than others.

In other news, watching "Run Fat Boy Run" yesterday reminded me of Julie Moss. It's this story about this lady who- well watch it yourself here. If she can do it, any of us can! If Fat Boy can run (limp rather) a marathon in 3 weeks of training, so can we!

And in some other news, I'm getting spammed with emails. About 20 in less than an hour, and still counting. Not that I mind though.

And in the last news, I am currently on Day 8 of no-break training! Hooray!

notorious overtrainers

Read something I connected with

"
“You’re all triathletes,” said the keynote speaker, a famous cycling coach, to a large group of multisport athletes at a conference I was attending. “That means that 90 percent of you are overtrained right now.” Triathletes, historically, are the consummate “if some is good, then an excessive amount is what I’m going to do” group of athletes. Steeped in obsessive lore, the most famous triathlon stories are usually about training instead of racing. And for those in the inner circle, it’s even worse. Once asked by a reporter from a triathlon publication what he did for training, triathlon icon Scott Molina replied, “I’m not going to tell you, because you’ll think I’m an idiot.”

Triathletes: you gotta love ‘em. At least I love ‘em. But then again, I’ve been called stupid/obsessed/crazy (among other things) over my training endeavors for most of my life. And yet it’s triathletes who, more than any other group, try my patience on the message boards. “Why,” they’ll ask, “can’t I train for an Ironman and do P90X doubles in my spare time? All I was going to do was sleep anyway.”

I mean, c’mon, we’re talkin’ about the sporting obsessed. Remember, the first triathlon wasn’t the sprint or even the Olympic version of the race. It started with the Ironman and worked backward to more conventional distances.
"

How true. BUT, I'm not at this stage. Yet.

CTs

oh shoot, i got to study! a bit more than 1 week left...

Y-Camp Challenge June'10!

Participated in my first Y-Camp, wonderful experience! So many cheers, extremely lively atmosphere due to the enthuness of all the leaders, plenthora of smiles from all the beneficiaries, and not forgetting the drops of tears when it was time to leave!

Being in Sylvester (miao!) was great! Got to know many many cool, like-minded people in the group who all wanted to do our part for those that are not so fortunate. Like Yining said, our group was really really caring towards the beneficiaries! My bene was Lim Cheng Han from Bishan Home, and although he was not responsive for most parts of the camp, I was certain he enjoyed himself when I saw him dance/sing on campfire night and when he waved goodbye with a smile. It would have been good to get a responsive bene such as Hong Heng, but isn't the reason why we came for this to get out of our comfort zones and help others?

My mind opened to many things during this camp. Watching Ban Joo hitting his head after climbing the rock wall, seeing John cry after he could not reach the top of the rock wall, high-fiving Hong Heng and witnessing his infectious smile. Even though I was not as attached to my bene due to his dao-ness, I was still really touched by all the love around on the last day. I'm guessing the tears of the volunteers and benes were due to the happiness that they had over the past 3 days, the sadness of parting, and the abundance of memories (good or bad) that they shared over the short 3 day period.

And not forgetting the YCon people! I cannot imagine them stepping back to the wrong path after going through this camp, crying when their benes were leaving, witnessing that there are so many people out there who suffer a worser fate than them. And Pin Siang, Naszri, and Yan are all such wonderful and fun people! To me, I think that the program has been a major success.

During the last night and the lunch at Just Acia, we talked quite a bit about random stuff. It struck me how all of us have varying backgrounds (jc, poly, uni, army, working) and yet are all united at this camp for the same purpose. I felt a connection speaking to them, like how we all want to do our part for society while we still can. I'm pretty sure I will see them much more in the near future =)

Going into the camp on Day 1 was also quite a surprise for me, or rather even at the briefing. The leaders were all so enthusiastic with their cheers! It was amazing in getting the mood up, and just as what Yining mentioned, we mirror each other's enthusiasm. While it could get pretty irritating at times (Marlon...), it was mostly effective. People like Gazalli can shout REALLY LOUD, while lesser people like Yining lose their voice by 2nd night =P

Debriefs during the night are good as they provide a chance for us to relive the day, and remember any learning points. And I realise the importance of having a good leader for a debrief, as it provides the time for volunteers to learn. Something I will remember is "Never forget the power of a familiar face". So true, especially for those that we are helping. If they see the same face at 8 Y-Camps, it must be because this person really wants to make friends with them.

On the whole, G-double O-D-J-O-B Good job to all the volunteers and main committee! I believe a large majority of the benes had a great time at Y-Camp, and so did the volunteers. Hope to see more familiar faces in future Y-Camps, oooookay? Alright!

Y Camp OEI!

Efficiency

Let's start with my tips on time-efficiency!

Tip 1: Use Iris (the bus service thing)
It tells you how long more you have to wait before your bus arrives. If you have a few ways to get home, this could be very useful and save tons of precious time especially if you usually wait super long for the bus (example 156). It's extremely useful for me, and I think the 5 cents is very well spent!

Example of how to use: After act, I can either take 156 or take Circle Line to Serangoon then bus from there back home. Travelling time for both trips are approximately the same, although the waiting time is super different. At the canteen, I will sms to Iris (74744) and if it is less than 6 minutes or so till 156 comes, I will take it. If its more than that, I will probably take MRT.

Tip 2: Buy food in the second half of break
During the first half, the queues for all stalls will be extremely long! And if you choose to buy like Lum and Chan you will queue for like 20 minutes or something. The solution? Slack for the first half, and buy only when the queue has disappeared! The time spent queuing (about 10 minutes or so) could be better used (hint: mug).

Tip 3: Do work at the last minute
Disclaimer: Not suited for people who do not work well and produce sloppy standards under pressure. I am NOT RESPONSIBLE for any overdue PW work too!

For me, I love to procrastinate. If the deadline is 1 week away and I try to do the work now, I will probably do it for 5 minutes, and slack for 1 hour. However, if the deadline is next day and it is 8pm already, I will chiong it finish by the time dawn breaks. If you compare the time spent on the assignment in both cases, the latter wins! And I don't think the quality is compromised much in my case because I'm quite a perfectionist.

The next post should be related to this (right, Joel?). Anyway all of the above are just my thoughts and may or may not be true/useful for you. Ciao!

Help! I need somebady help!

Oh man I'm losing passion. Its been too long a break.

Whats the point?

No its not an emo post. Its another philo/life talk.

Joel asked me whats the point for doing so much, and being so fit. What for run so much, cos theres a certain level of fitness that would be enough if I just wanted to live healthily. I didn't have the answer immediately, and I realised that I, too, had asked myself this before. What's the point?

Then I thought about it. Sense of accomplishment came first. The feeling of breaking a PB, or just finishing a long run strong makes me feel good. And then it leads on to stuff like "If I can run a marathon, I can do anything" sort of thinking.

And then when I thought about it even more, I realised that running gave me self confidence, amongst many things. If one day I manage to reach some sort of goal I once deemed impossible, it would make me know that if I wanted something and I work for it, I could get it. It also makes me confident as I know that I can control my mind and do what I should do, not what I want to do. For example, if I had to choose between sleeping in on a Sunday morning and waking up at 5 to cycle, I would choose sleeping in. However, because I know what I want to achieve, I can control myself and drag myself out of bed.

And that leads to another point: running trains the mind. Most of the time its mind over matter; its easy to give excuses such as "There's a lot of homework" or "I already ran yesterday" or "One day won't make a difference" etc etc. When I go for a run I am actually blocking out these negative thoughts from my brain, or the "devil" that is present in everyone of us.

There's many other reasons why I run, such as destress and giving myself time on my own where I am free from distractions and I can let my mind wander. But ultimately I believe it has made me a better person, as I am sure all the other runners in the world will attest to =) There must be a reason why so many people are doing it, right?

That's the point

Random thoughts

Today I took the MRT home (next 156 was 27min away based on IRIS) and saw something interesting and had a thought.

One of the exit (E) at Serangoon MRT required you to take 3 escalators up to reach the surface. There were also flights of stairs next to the escalators. Upon walking out of the gantry, the first escalator is right in front of you, so most people would take the escalator rather than the stairs.

Escalators are usually placed in opposite directions of each other, so to get to the second one you would have to turn left, walk a bit, and turn left again to take the escalator. The interesting thing is this: the flight of stairs were to the left of the second escalator. This means that for people to take the escalator, they would have to walk past the stairs first, then take the escalator.

Food for thought: was this made on purpose? For me, I may climb the stairs just because I would have to walk that extra distance to take the escalator. I wonder if it is part of the plan to subtly make people climb stairs - for whatever reason. It is a pretty smart move on the developer if that was their intention.

This led me on to think about some of the innovative ideas I heard about before. For example, making stairs that would play a note (much like a piano) each time someone steps on it. Or make rubbish bins play some sound when a rubbish is thrown in. Simple and effective ideas. Maybe all the problems that we face may have simple solutions as well?

And today, I took the stairs.

NAPFA

Finally got my 30 points!

2.4 - 9:29
Pull ups - 18
Shuttle run - 9.7
Sit up - 50
SBJ - 250 (!!)
Sit and Reach - 51

The sense of euphoria I felt after jumping over 246 for SBJ was indescribable.

And a post on AS soon!

http://www.universalsports.com/news/article/newsid=462834.html#gebrselassies+impact+extends+beyond+running

Amazing man, more people should learn from him. He could set up companies in other countries and earn much more, but he chooses to invest in his own company.


"I always ask (American) journalists, how many years have you been helping this country, how many years have you been sending food to Ethiopia or Africa?" Gebrselassie said. "But if we learn to help ourselves, we help America and Ethiopia. In the future, when you send something, don't send us things that make us lazy. Food, for me, is like a temporary solution. A solution that is long lasting must be something to transfer knowledge, something that shows how to change the situation, how to change the country. I like the saying, ‘Don't give a man a fish, show him how to go fishing.'

(Something that starts with S) Seventeen!

I turned 17 2 days ago! 3 more years and I would have lived for 2 decades, thats pretty long if you think about it. Thanks to all who wished me happy birthday, doesn't matter if its early or late. And thanks to my class for the wonderful card! So fun reading all the messages =)

9 days to AS, then its a pretty long break. And NAPFA's next week!

its all good!

1 1839 SAMUEL BURSTON Australia Arden High School 00:32:53 00:21:07 00:53:59
2 1858 LI JIANRUI Singapore SAF 00:35:56 00:21:49 00:57:45
3 1849 TAN JIAYU Singapore NGEE ANN POLY 00:35:21 00:22:47 00:58:07
4 1842 JOSHUA RUSSELL HOONG HSIEN RUI Singaporean Temasek polytechnic 00:39:00 00:21:58 01:00:58
5 1834 AUGUSTINE TAN CHENGFU Malaysia Hwa Chong Institution 00:40:46 00:20:20 01:01:06
6 1819 JOEL WONG JUN JIE Singapore Singapore Sport School 00:38:42 00:22:43 01:01:24
7 1800 ZACHERY LIM Singapore St Andrew's Secondary School 00:38:44 00:23:04 01:01:47
8 1840 BARNEY ONG PECK YUEW Singapore Temasek Polytechnic 00:39:59 00:21:56 01:01:54
9 1850 KENNETH KUAN CHEE YIN Singapore Raffles Institution 00:39:49 00:22:31 01:02:20


9th place! 2 more years...maybe I'll reach the top!

Osim Singapore International Triathlon 2010

Months after signing up for this race, the day finally came. Back then it seemed like forever before 10th April would come, but eventually it did.

The day started relatively late for me, 7.15. Ate a simple breakfast of cereal, took a bath, and went off to ECP with my parents. Upon reaching at about 8.45, I saw that the area was pretty crowded and bustling with activity, as the Kids and Mini Triathlon were ongoing. Quite cool to see little children running along with their bikes out of transition area.

Went to get my body markings, put my stuff in transition, and visualised the race (where to come in from the swim, where to exit bike etc etc). Then went for a short warm up swim, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. After just a short time in the water, it was already 9.40 and I realised I was going to be late, so rushed to the transition, put my specs there, and hurriedly walked all the way (barefoot), past the carpark to the starting area.

When I reached the starting area, all the green caps were already ready to go. I was thankful I didn't miss the start. Went in, waited for a while, and the race officials told us to wait till 10 as there were lightning warnings, a thunderstorm about 100km off Singapore. At 10, they told us wait another 30 mins as it still wasn't good to go. So I waited with my parents under some tentage for quite a long time. At 10.30, same thing. This lasted all the way till 11. Then they told us the bad news; the swim segment will be cancelled as it is too late already and if we had the swim, the road closure would run out by the time the elites had their races, and they would have to cycle with the cars. Hence, they "sacrificed" majority of the people's races for the elites. Oh well.

With the swim cancelled and with 15 minutes before the next update at 11.15, I went back to the transition area to wear my specs and race belt. We would start at the same place, but now we would run across the beach to the transition and start our bike leg directly. So now the race was a duathlon instead of a triathlon. At about 11.20, all those in my age group started lining up at the start line, and could feel the adrenaline from everyone. We were all anxious to go after waiting for close to 2hrs. Finally at 11.35, they got confirmation that it was all clear, and we were flagged off!

Right from the start, some crazy ang mohs sprinted all the way to the transition area and equally crazy Singaporeans followed closely behind. I ran at a relatively slow pace for about 150m to the transition area. I was in and out of the transition pretty quickly, only screw up was that I couldn't really find my spot when first coming in. And I got to practice running with my cycling shoes, and also running with my bike.

I didn't feel very strong at the start of the bike, and was doing about 33-34 for most of the start. I reckon I was about 15th out of the transition, and tried my best to go as fast as I could on the bike. Overtook some people, and some people overtook me too. At the first U-turn, was pretty shocked as the turning was super sharp and narrow. Legs were spinning throughout the ride, felt like I wasn't pushing enough yet at the same time couldn't push more. After the first lap, the people from the other waves have also started and the bike course was slightly more crowded on the second lap. Pretty uneventful, although my speed went up slightly to about 35km/h. My bike was pretty slow compared to the other youths from my age group, so room for improvement there!

After the bike leg, I ran into transition, took off my shoes and helmet, put on my shoes, and I zoomed out of the transition pretty quickly. Surprisingly, my legs felt pretty good and I guess it was the result of the brick trainings that I did. For the first part of the run I was following this dude and we were going at about 4.15min per km I think. We passed some other runners, and I felt pretty strong. Then after the U turn, he sped up and I couldn't really keep up, so I ran alone at about the same pace. I passed about another 3 more people, but 1 guy (might be 2) passed me. Nearing the finishing line, I remembered to pose for the cameras (yay!) and sprinted past the line.

My watch timing was 1:02:53, which was better than I expected. According to my dad my position was 15th, which was very disappointing for me. Didn't feel super tired after the race, which probably meant I could have pushed more during the run.

I've lots more to work on, especially the bike. However, I'm quite glad with my run as I think this is my personal best for 5k (about 22min), even though it was after 20km of bike. Just got to cycle more with Joel. Was a good race, although I'm sad that we didn't get to do a proper triathlon. All in all, a good first multi-disciplinary race!

No pain, no gain

First time this year I returned home from a normal school day before 5 =D

School workload is still normal and manageable, scouts is relatively (keyword) slow-paced, and trainings are going (pretty) well! It seems as though scouts and trainings are...competitive goods. Is that even right?

Next few weeks will be busy period once again, but OSIM is coming up! When I registered it seems so far away, and in a blink of an eye its in about 3 weeks!! And the worse thing is that NAPFA is also around then, can't imagine doing 2.4 1 day before OSIM. But the good thing is that I'm training for both at the same time. The thought of hitting sub-9...Then again, people say what's so fun about that, and I don't really have an answer. Maybe sense of accomplishment. Maybe I just like being fast.

closure

Term 1 is about to end, and theres a much needed 1 week (more like 4 days) break.

Congrats to all who did well for their A-levels! In 2 years time it will be my turn. Perfect score? We'll see about that...

And today a bomb was dropped on us, in the middle of SUTC and finishing of First Class. Super stressful times man...hopefully our poles are not lost somewhere in the ocean.

skoo

I guess I haven't really updated about school life, and it seems apt to talk about it now where things are pretty much in full swing.

School work is still manageable as of now, and making full use of time in school is super important, especially for me. I manage to squeeze time to do tutorials and mug a bit of each subject, so I guess I'm able to handle RJC life pretty well =)

But once my lessons are done, I'm always doing "scouts stuff". I feel pretty no life, but I guess thats the reality of it. I'm happy doing stuff for scouts, but not that happy that thats all I do. Sometimes I feel like I'm not making full use of my time in RJC because all free time I have is spent on 01, and don't really have time for anything else.

First class is tomorrow! Hoping for the best for all candidates, although I'm pretty sure half of them will fail.

india self suan

My GP tutor showed us some super funny videos when he couldn't think of anything else to deliver to us.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDa2K28G3eU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HdesIbwOYAA

Enjoy!

its my laaaaaaiiiiiiffe

Overnight is in...2 days! Hopefully nothing screws up and the first camp of the year will be a blast! Go GC!

On a totally unrelated note, GC is so rewarding =)

I'm better than that!

I'm glad to say I have matured in thinking.

Today I was listening to my Shuffle, on the way home after getting some badges from HQ (finally!). 156, as usual, was pretty packed and I squeezed to the rear door after boarding. Being CONSIDERATE, I stood close to the door so that I do not block the aisle leading to the seats at the back. In the process, I may have unknowingly caused extreme distress to certain bigger sized people who were alighting as I was blocking half the door.

As the bus was nearing the stop after J8, the song I was listening to ended and I could hear what the people around me were saying. Then the door opened for people who were alighting at the stop. There was this Indian middle-classed man who was standing to the left of me, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOOR, who alighted. Just as he left the bus, he said something along the lines of "Don't block the way la you stupid -" At this point the next song played and I didn't catch whatever vulgarities he was spewing at me. At this point I was pretty bewildered because my purpose in standing there was so I DO NOT block the way. And that coward chose to say that just before he left the bus so I could not say anything to retort him. What a bugger.

And that wasn't the end of the epic drama (which actually lasted only about half a min). The bus drove away from the stop, and passed by that dude which probably had a really really bad day. He turned, looked at the bus, stared at me, and showed me how long his middle finger was. For the next few minutes my blood was boiling because I was not in any wrong at all, and he just made the rest of the people on the bus think I'm a 'typical' arrogant RI guy.

The more I thought about it during the rest of the bus ride, the more amused and proud of myself I got. First of all, I didn't shout back at him, and neither did I compare the length of my middle finger to his. Secondly, I was actually sympathising with the guy for having such a horribly bad day that he had to resort to scolding poor me.

I'm really glad that I am able to say I can take control of my emotions. And I will not stoop to his level and scold him back because that just shows how little self control I have. I'm better than that!

walao this sucks.

you never know what it truly means until you experience it yourself.

orientation!

Life is just so good, orientation is so fun, the world seems perfect.

Today went to canoe trials, and I'm glad I did. At least I can look back next time and say, once I was at this standard of fitness.

And orientation is really so fun! Fantastic OG and OGLs, and the most I've laughed in quite a while. For now 01 is taking a back seat.

School starts proper soon, hope I get a fantastic class!

level up!

just one week of training and I feel soo much fitter. 7 days of exercise in a role? no problem! 20k run? no problem (i hope)!

now to find my sponsor haha

macritchie

Despite getting lost, running in MacRitchie was pretty fun. Seems like I'm a trail sort of guy after all!

School is starting, and before I know it, AC will come, CTs will come, Promos, GTC, then poof! I'm in j2! Then poof again! It's after A levels! Poof! Army! Poof Poof Poof! I'm dead!

Where can you ever find a dedicated team of old boys coming back to help, whose sole purpose is to improve each individual? Sounds like a FedEx ad, but its 01! Its amazing how all that we are doing is actually to maximise each member's potential. All that msn convos, emails, documents, minutes, proposals, acts. All for that.

In other news, B3. Good, and no good. But its over. I'm not retaking.

loooooong days

Past 1 week or so has just been meeting up, lunch, discuss/act, dinner, go home, mass convo/email. And a hell lot of thinking.

GC has no life =)

happy new year!

1 day overdue, but happy new year to all! Work hard, play hard, be rewarded!

Have a good one