Just when u think you are losing faith and giving up,
a call came..
While the contents are privy to those involved only,
(nope I aint gonna share it here)
the bottomline is...
Some things are just worth waiting for:)))
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Monday, February 23, 2009
Random updates
Ive gotten a few rather interesting calls recently.
The first would be a request to do an interview for the upcoming 70.3 race. This is pretty funny actually. Some PR consultant for the race called to check if I would be willing to do some interview with the media. Apparently, I fit their profile of an inspirational character, HAHAHA!!
Sadly, I said no.. Should have just gone and hook up with some inspirational BABES huh, DAMN
The second would be a confirmation of the OBS selection camp this Friday. Haha its gonna be 3 days of mingle+mingle+survival+sit test!
The third, which I just received this morning, is a call to check if I am available for the nxt round interview on a job I previously applied for. Those go and be a cheebei kind, u know u know?? Pretty interesting, but too bad I have lessons on Monday, and had already resolved to go for them after the Mid-term break! Its ok though, the HR said to call again to fix another date, likely between mid March and early April.
Keep the calls coming! They make my life interesting! hahaha
Com'on NGOs, CALL ME CALL ME!!!
On an unrelated note, the Aussie trip is CONSPERM. Woohoooo
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The first would be a request to do an interview for the upcoming 70.3 race. This is pretty funny actually. Some PR consultant for the race called to check if I would be willing to do some interview with the media. Apparently, I fit their profile of an inspirational character, HAHAHA!!
Sadly, I said no.. Should have just gone and hook up with some inspirational BABES huh, DAMN
The second would be a confirmation of the OBS selection camp this Friday. Haha its gonna be 3 days of mingle+mingle+survival+sit test!
The third, which I just received this morning, is a call to check if I am available for the nxt round interview on a job I previously applied for. Those go and be a cheebei kind, u know u know?? Pretty interesting, but too bad I have lessons on Monday, and had already resolved to go for them after the Mid-term break! Its ok though, the HR said to call again to fix another date, likely between mid March and early April.
Keep the calls coming! They make my life interesting! hahaha
Com'on NGOs, CALL ME CALL ME!!!
On an unrelated note, the Aussie trip is CONSPERM. Woohoooo
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Monday, February 16, 2009
Because he is Imba-like
Because going down that path gives him no other options but to succeed.
Because the alternative would have been unimaginable.
Because for the big returns, he would have to take big risks.
Because he only lives once.
Because he wouldnt know if he could swim unless he dives.
Because he wouldnt know if he could fly unless he leaps off the edge.
Because he wouldnt know if he could succeed unless he whacks.
Because he needs to know.
Because even if he fails initially, all he needs to do is to pick himself up, and have another go at it again.
Because the only thing he shouldn't do, is to do nothing.
Because he is gonna make it happen, and he is gonna kick your arses while making it happen.
Because you are all gonna feel so miserable, amazed, surprised and regret big time when he kicks your arses.
Because he is imba-like.
Because he is me.
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Because the alternative would have been unimaginable.
Because for the big returns, he would have to take big risks.
Because he only lives once.
Because he wouldnt know if he could swim unless he dives.
Because he wouldnt know if he could fly unless he leaps off the edge.
Because he wouldnt know if he could succeed unless he whacks.
Because he needs to know.
Because even if he fails initially, all he needs to do is to pick himself up, and have another go at it again.
Because the only thing he shouldn't do, is to do nothing.
Because he is gonna make it happen, and he is gonna kick your arses while making it happen.
Because you are all gonna feel so miserable, amazed, surprised and regret big time when he kicks your arses.
Because he is imba-like.
Because he is me.
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The man who can't be moved- The Script
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm
and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.
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Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm
and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2009
uh oh............
I actually find myself hoping to see u online..
I look forward to talking/smsing u..
I am kinda looking forward to project meetings.. wtf..
uh oh...........
A more apt phrase frequently adopted by the Guailan Gang:
Siaoliao siaoliao siaoliao siaoliao siaoliao
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I look forward to talking/smsing u..
I am kinda looking forward to project meetings.. wtf..
uh oh...........
A more apt phrase frequently adopted by the Guailan Gang:
Siaoliao siaoliao siaoliao siaoliao siaoliao
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Of buses and dreams
While leaving my place to meet Norman and Perry at Safra Tampines today, I happened to miss the bus while stepping outta the elevator. As some of you might know, waiting for bus15 is an anal pain in the arse. Wearing flipflops, I took off, chasing after the bus and hoping that there would be a queue waiting to board, thus stalling for time.
Alas, it was not to be! The blardi bus started moving off when I can actually stretch my hand out and knock on the window! And there's this girl looking outta window, quite a looker too, seeing my futile attempt at trying to signal to the bus driver!
Pissed, irritated and already uber late, I tore off, sprinting over to the next consecutive busstop. A few moments later, frigging outta breath, I managed to catch the SAME bus at the next stop! (It helped that there are two traffic lights enroute to that next stop. And an intimate knowledge of the surrounding environment is never a bad thing too since I have had to dash through some voiddecks to get to that damn bus. )
She looked particularly surprised to see me board that darn bus;) I guess those interval trainings helped afterall, heh.
Now ask yourselves:
Do you sit down by the busstop, knowing for sure that you will be spending another 20mins to catch the next bus?
Or
Do you sprint like someone whose arse's on fire, finding yourself gasping for breath in the end, sweating and sticky, knowing full well that while there might be a fighting chance of catching this bus, but very likely you will STILL have to be sitting down at the next blardi busstop, spending 20mins, catch your breath, and cursing at your screwed up luck and the driver's propensity for his smartassed timing.
Its just a bus, for goodness sake! Now.. what if, that is the last bus of the day?
Substitute the blardi bus for dreams/opportunities/friends/loved ones.
Chase, for that fighting chance.
I am done with the damn blardi bus, bring on my dreams man.
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Alas, it was not to be! The blardi bus started moving off when I can actually stretch my hand out and knock on the window! And there's this girl looking outta window, quite a looker too, seeing my futile attempt at trying to signal to the bus driver!
Pissed, irritated and already uber late, I tore off, sprinting over to the next consecutive busstop. A few moments later, frigging outta breath, I managed to catch the SAME bus at the next stop! (It helped that there are two traffic lights enroute to that next stop. And an intimate knowledge of the surrounding environment is never a bad thing too since I have had to dash through some voiddecks to get to that damn bus. )
She looked particularly surprised to see me board that darn bus;) I guess those interval trainings helped afterall, heh.
Now ask yourselves:
Do you sit down by the busstop, knowing for sure that you will be spending another 20mins to catch the next bus?
Or
Do you sprint like someone whose arse's on fire, finding yourself gasping for breath in the end, sweating and sticky, knowing full well that while there might be a fighting chance of catching this bus, but very likely you will STILL have to be sitting down at the next blardi busstop, spending 20mins, catch your breath, and cursing at your screwed up luck and the driver's propensity for his smartassed timing.
Its just a bus, for goodness sake! Now.. what if, that is the last bus of the day?
Substitute the blardi bus for dreams/opportunities/friends/loved ones.
Chase, for that fighting chance.
I am done with the damn blardi bus, bring on my dreams man.
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Monday, February 2, 2009
22nd March 2009
*This article was previously typed and saved but not published.*
Why is 22nd March 2009 important to me:
Because over the years I have lost a great amount of self-discipline and determination. Doing this race well would tell me I still have it in me.
Because I wanna change myself, physically I have gained it and lost it, doing the race would enable me to gain it once more.
Because having a tangible goal and training for it brings about greater clarity and perspectives in the grander scheme of things.
Because during the long swim/bike/run, I gained a therapeutic sense of peace never experienced elsewhere.
Because the swim/bike/run represent something that isn't me, and by accomplishing it on my own terms, I would hopefully gain new insights about myself.
Because sometimes swim/bike/run mirrors life. Times you flatted, times you are weary, times rest is enforced upon you due to weather injuries, times you feel restless, times you feel you can go on forever..
Because I have the urge to leave it all out on the course, to push my body to where it has never gone before.
Because I sought to experience crossing the finish line.
Because I wana prove to the world that I can.
Because if I can, so can you.
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Why is 22nd March 2009 important to me:
Because over the years I have lost a great amount of self-discipline and determination. Doing this race well would tell me I still have it in me.
Because I wanna change myself, physically I have gained it and lost it, doing the race would enable me to gain it once more.
Because having a tangible goal and training for it brings about greater clarity and perspectives in the grander scheme of things.
Because during the long swim/bike/run, I gained a therapeutic sense of peace never experienced elsewhere.
Because the swim/bike/run represent something that isn't me, and by accomplishing it on my own terms, I would hopefully gain new insights about myself.
Because sometimes swim/bike/run mirrors life. Times you flatted, times you are weary, times rest is enforced upon you due to weather injuries, times you feel restless, times you feel you can go on forever..
Because I have the urge to leave it all out on the course, to push my body to where it has never gone before.
Because I sought to experience crossing the finish line.
Because I wana prove to the world that I can.
Because if I can, so can you.
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Sunday, February 1, 2009
Seriously..
Am I serious about this thing?
To be honest, I dont have a very good track record of following every idea to the very end.
Even things on what I wanna do, stuff I wanna pursue, of the millions of stuff in my head, about 10 percent is articulated to the goons who know me. And of that 10 percent, perhaps only another 10 percent is pushed to physical realisation. And of that, a final meagre 10 percent is followed through to the very end.
But...
This is really something I wana do. More importantly, this feels like something I would derive great joy and enjoyment in doing, and is able to garner a sustained effort doing it.
Also, by some divine stroke of luck or intervention, the idea just evolved further into greater clarity. Its not a 'woooh, this looks cool' moment of impulse, or a 'I am envious' moment of jealousy, much less a 'I must be like him' knee-jerk reaction. In fact, this seemingly ludicrous, yet so simple idea is a culmination of various considerations, factors, repeated refining and constant questioning reflective sessions put together..
The amount of effort, research and time tells me this is something I should SERIOUSLY consider. The career-plunging, showhand, a-few-years-of-my-life, a sizeable-portion-of-my-pocket kind of serious.
No. This is not a knee-jerk reaction nor a 3min fervour thing.
Muay-thai, dance, cable-ski, blading, sailing, climbing, mountaineering, bball yada yada, these are hobbies, interests, fun. Did I pursue? Some yes, many no. Alot of it is just day-dreaming though. Even the eee-eee-orh-orh cant be considered a full follow through. Afterall, that isn't my full potential or half of what I am capable of, no?
This is different.
This, in my mind, has a beginning, and an end. A point where the dream starts, the full physical realisation of it, signposts along the way, and the final benchmark where it will be judged upon.
I WILL draw up a plan for it. A sustainable full-sized graphical research paper on black and white, just for it. Consult profs, seniors, mentors etc on it.
Quite farking positive I wana do this.
You goons will be invited to shoot holes, criticise, whack, comment etc on it after I am done. For now though, I am holding the cards dear to myself.
**Goons in this instance refer to anyone with a vested interest in how I am doing, be it just for coffee-table gossip or otherwise. Whether I know you from RSS, DHS, SAF or anyhow anywhere, you are refered henceforth in this article as goons.
Of course, some of you are more goons than the others.
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To be honest, I dont have a very good track record of following every idea to the very end.
Even things on what I wanna do, stuff I wanna pursue, of the millions of stuff in my head, about 10 percent is articulated to the goons who know me. And of that 10 percent, perhaps only another 10 percent is pushed to physical realisation. And of that, a final meagre 10 percent is followed through to the very end.
But...
This is really something I wana do. More importantly, this feels like something I would derive great joy and enjoyment in doing, and is able to garner a sustained effort doing it.
Also, by some divine stroke of luck or intervention, the idea just evolved further into greater clarity. Its not a 'woooh, this looks cool' moment of impulse, or a 'I am envious' moment of jealousy, much less a 'I must be like him' knee-jerk reaction. In fact, this seemingly ludicrous, yet so simple idea is a culmination of various considerations, factors, repeated refining and constant questioning reflective sessions put together..
The amount of effort, research and time tells me this is something I should SERIOUSLY consider. The career-plunging, showhand, a-few-years-of-my-life, a sizeable-portion-of-my-pocket kind of serious.
No. This is not a knee-jerk reaction nor a 3min fervour thing.
Muay-thai, dance, cable-ski, blading, sailing, climbing, mountaineering, bball yada yada, these are hobbies, interests, fun. Did I pursue? Some yes, many no. Alot of it is just day-dreaming though. Even the eee-eee-orh-orh cant be considered a full follow through. Afterall, that isn't my full potential or half of what I am capable of, no?
This is different.
This, in my mind, has a beginning, and an end. A point where the dream starts, the full physical realisation of it, signposts along the way, and the final benchmark where it will be judged upon.
I WILL draw up a plan for it. A sustainable full-sized graphical research paper on black and white, just for it. Consult profs, seniors, mentors etc on it.
Quite farking positive I wana do this.
You goons will be invited to shoot holes, criticise, whack, comment etc on it after I am done. For now though, I am holding the cards dear to myself.
**Goons in this instance refer to anyone with a vested interest in how I am doing, be it just for coffee-table gossip or otherwise. Whether I know you from RSS, DHS, SAF or anyhow anywhere, you are refered henceforth in this article as goons.
Of course, some of you are more goons than the others.
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