stupid.

Yes, apparently men are all stupid. Stupid enough to continue playing despite already dragging a disserving nee (well, I’m still not spelling it with a ‘k’) or an impaired ankle around. Not only so, we gratify ourselves with absolute nonsensical gorging of food at past midnight. It’s delightfully exhilarating nonetheless, to put ourselves at the forefronts of running for permanent wheelchair basketball careers and ingesting Tera-kilo-calories along the way.

It was badminton on Monday followed by the gym. It’s been a while since I’ve played the game and that amounted to a real sore in the forearm. And so we had Nasi in the night, and McDelivery for supper (they should really abolish this service, really. it’s really going to the waist)

Vball on Tues night with paikah, followed by a jog round the halls. Then it was 179 beehoon, wanton mee, and BBQ wings for dinner/supper. Sounds reasonable aye? Yeah. We had one packet of beehoon, one packet of one tonne noodles, and 2 wings, for EACH of us. (We really will grow fat and die b*tch. Jiao wo huang shang!) Did I mention that I totally lost the function of my right finger after the game? Ya. Hands were deformed like those of ET. Couldn’t bring my 3^rdth finger together. It didn’t hurt. Just couldn’t bring them to do it. Must have damaged a nerve somewhere. It’s alright now though.

Then it was bball on Wed. Thought we would be just shooting some hoops. And wala! 3-on3s and 4-on-4s for 3 hours. Couldn’t feel anything below the waist after that. Dinner was Nasi again, coupled with chocolates and instant noodles for supper.

Dude, we gotta stop the procrastination man. If else, ‘growing fat and die’ might just be our life slogan in no time.

And I need a back rub. Sighs.

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Shucks. Spurs lost.

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Do I not look like I read?

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Yes Citadels. Indeed, it is more fun with more people. Seems like we were the only ones thinking really hard throughout the game.

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Come on people! Reply the email!

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Backache? *massage massage*

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Just felt like posting this. Oh the older days… …

tues.

Okaaaaay. Tuesday afternoon and the holidays have never been better (well it would be if not for the very, very little lucre that I have.)

Saturday at the Settler’s was great. Not-too-bad food, zany games, salty popcorns, shameless camera clicking, oh-so-gay forfeit, Giga-caloric ice-cream float, one-times-good birthday song and FANTASTIC company. Happy birthday once again! Hope u like the presents. (ps: why is my video clip on everyone’s blog?? It ain’t that gay, no?)

Went for the overnight cycling recce (now that’s a really interesting British slang for reconnaissance) later that night. Missed a few turns, but think the route should be fine. Pray that God bless us with good traffic and weather on that day. Supper-ed at Thomson prata. So now we know, Mee Goreng red is better than Mee Goreng white. And I really need to stop eating. Oooooooooooh the procrastination.

Sunday kicked off with my not being at the court. CRAP! Was so exhausted that I could barely get up to shut my alarm up. Think I’ll be getting my nuts cracked by the guys next week.

Went through ‘electricity’ during tuition. All the V=RI, Q=It, W=VQ, E=Pt, P=VI and blablabla… a regular secondary school kid’s nightmare. Was I a ‘regular’ then? Hmmm. Maybe I was a ‘large’.

And yes, Spurs got one back. Ginobilli was on fire and Duncan was simply solid. Wish I had ESPN.

Check this out! http://www.two-leftfeet.com/gallery/080305wedoneagrad/080305wedoneagrad.html

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Hello hoon! Hope you’re having fun. Thanks for your greeting from Japan. Ha!

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Hiking on Sat got ‘cancelled’. Shucks.

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Jetstar passengers arrive at Terminal 1. Shall we go grab something to bite before heading home?

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My roomie’s paikah and he can still play badminton and volleyball. My hero. (Dude, come join the club of the permanently screwed and lame! We can wear our nee-guards together. HAHA!)

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The faraway smoke that plastered upon the dark skies; the water rippling towards the shore; the hazy orange street light that shone down from above; the lying down on the concrete grounds; that solitary moment.

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We’re all strangers on Earth. We’re all foreigners here. If only we could see through all that and live for the everlasting.

erms..

Erms.. okay Helen. Here goes... ...


1) Do you wish to get married?
Yes.

2) What do you want the most now?
Sleep.

3) What would you like to eat?
Food.

4) What is the thing you want if you have the power to create miracle?
Food and sleep.

5) Do you think you have enough confidence?
That depends.

6) Are you satisfied with yourself?
In what sense?

7) What are you afraid to lose now?
Things that I have not already lost.

8) Do you believe in eternity love?
Ya.

9) What do you do when you feel hurt?
Ice it and wrap a bandage around.

10) Who do you want to see right now?
Mr Eyelids.

11) What is the best thing that ever happened in your life?
Me.

12) Why is it difficult to let go of someone you love?
Cos we don't want to?

13) Will you be moody, sad or ring up your friend?
Is this even a question?

14) What do you regret most in your life?
Can't tell.

15) Do you treasure your family?
Duh.

16) Are you satisfied with your life now?
I guess.

17) If you could go back in time and change something, would you?
No. Ever heard of the butterfly effect? That's why.

18) Ever had a near death experience?
Yup. Knocked down by a car, fought a bear, wrestled a cheetah and jumped off the plane without a parachute. Well, scrap the last 3.

19) Have you ever walked in the rain?
I don't dissolve or effervesce. So yeah.

20) Have you ever loved someone so much, that you would want to give up everything just for him/her?
Yes.

it's wednesday.. nono.. thursday.. nono.. friday..

Am in hall now. Been here since 1800hours, and till time, I’ve assassinated close to 20 bugs, 3 quarts of it with the capability to fly.

Anyhow, having a splitting headache now. Stayed awake to catch the Champions League finals. Well, I’ve concluded 3 things.

1. French players should avoid taking penalties. (Remember the World Cup? Think Trezeguet.)
2. Missing a penalty during a competition final will haunt you for life. It makes grown man cry like babies. (anyone heard the 98.7FM? the John Terry ‘interview’? Hee-lay-rious.)
3. Missing one’s sleep makes one very groggy and gives him a very bad headache.

Saw Michelle Chia on the way down the escalator to meet Beats. She does look a bit like HB. Cousins. What are the chances? Owells. HOT!

Finally gave in to my temptation (since yesterday) and had that fantastic (at the same time sinful) chicken rice for lunner (well, I can’t think of anything in between lunch and dinner, like how brunch’s in between breakfast and lunch). Coupled with a glass of teh-peng. Oh the simple (and cheaper) things of life! YUM!

Hit-ted the gym at NIE couple of hours back. Saw that same guy who has got arms and lats so huge that he can’t keep his elbows close to the sides of his body. Oh, and he’s short. So that makes him short and stumpy. I think a punch from him would most probably cave my face in and send me hurling towards Changi. GROSS!

And yes, I’ve noting down the things to be done REAL soon

1. Get the route for the overnight cycling planned.
2. Check my application for MOE relief teaching.
3. Touch up on the song.
4. Clip my toe nails.
5. Kill more bugs.
6. Eat.
7. Sleep.
8. Eat.
9. Sleep.
10. Eat.
11. Sleep.
12. Do my super overdue laundry.
13. Sleep.
14. Sleep.
15. Sleep.
16. Sleep.

That’s about it.

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Ever wonder how you can have 3 conversations with the same person on MSN?

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Some photos.

nondescript

It seems like the previous post has brought about quite some brouhaha among people reading it. The Vincent, Vince and Vincy; the ‘ass leader’ which confused some blur souls out there; the introduction of me, myself and mua… all part of the supposed nondescript update which apparently is – well, non-nondescript.

Nothing interesting worth my finger’s effort, but am wondering if anyone’s interested to help me do this place up a little. Think it’s getting kinda boring. Haha. Anyone?

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YES. They’re finally opening up to foreign help. I mean, what on earth are they thinking in the first place? Politics over lives? OPEN YOUR EYES for crying out loud.

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Gonna drink ourselves lame tomorrow night. And you’re darn right… the difference between the lives of a King and a bitch: one grabs a cold beer and kiao kah, the one slogs and shits EID.

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Thank you. I’m honored really. And I admire your courage. Let’s leave the things they are now. Ya?

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No time no time. Still no inkling about what to buy.

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Seriously need to cut down on those post-exams supper. It’s bearing down on my gut.

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Looking forward to drumming again. Have got some psychomotor problems, but I’ve got a good teach. Thanks ass, I mean girl! =). oops.

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Spanish classes anyone?

Revival - AGAIN.

And yes. Finally! The revival of this very old and very dusty blog of mine. Reminiscence of the past. This is the way, you remind me. Let the good and bad times roll once more.

Firstly, my apologies to all those who actually bothered to click onto this URL whenever you’re on the web. Of course, my most sincere apologies to Ms PE, who has been bugging me ever since don’t know when. Appreciate your persistence and ‘kind’ reminders. Heh. =)

Well, next, since this is a revival… hmmm. Let’s hear a bit more about myself. Haha. This sounds absolutely corny and pointless since the people reading this already more or less knows who I am. But hey! It’s 1am in the morning and it’s a Friday… shouldn’t be home right now… might as well do something not-so-productive.

My name is Vincent. Guys call me Vince. Girls call me Vincy (I’m not proud of it. Not at all my friends.) Pals call me Vincent. My ‘sisters’, my cousins and my REAL brother calls me kor. My ‘future wife’ calls me ‘future husband’ (now THAT, I’m proud of. She’s HOT I must say. Bet you must be smiling reading this. Ha!) My ex-trainees call me sarge. My mum calls me ‘boy’. My dad doesn’t call me anything (he just starts talking.) My fish doesn’t recognize me and my dog… well, I don’t have a dog. Strangers tend to give me funny names like ‘oei’, ‘n*h b*y’ and ‘excuse me’.

As mentioned above, mummy and daddy are part of my life. Same goes to that fat brother of mine. I’ve met some really great people in the first quarter (or third, depending on the High one up in Heaven) of my life and am blessed with very kind souls around me… There are people I’ve known since young, people I’ve known from the court, people I’ve known from my schools, people I’ve known from the times of wearing green, people I’ve known from my church, people like the sixists (when are we ever going to meet up?!?), people like my roomie, people like my ass. group leader (ha!), and people who care for me more than I’ve ever cared for them, people who love me for me.

I like to tell people that I’m screwed, and I usually tend to agree rather quickly when people tell me ‘you’re screwed big time’. Thing is, I AM screwed. No pun intended. There’s a 1.5cm long alloyed titanium screw in my left knee that holds my graft ligament in place (just so you know, the real thing tore up about 1 year back.) Oh, it works too, if you say that I’m lame. Cause I AM. Ha! Technicality!

After studying my arse off for 12 years of my life, I’ve finally been promoted to a full time, no life mugger at NTU. Materials science and engineering. Somehow I don’t think I’ll end up neither a scientist nor an engineer. The irony of education.

Fan of the hoop-and-ball game called basketball… but pretty well enjoy playing any other thing that is round, or not so round (sounds wrong. Maybe I should replace the word ‘thing’ with ‘sport’. Owells.) Spurs of San Antonio is the team to support (scr*w you Chris Paul) and soccer is only for my eyes, and not my legs. I’ll chew and swallow anything but intestines, jackfruits and exotic stuff like bunnies and turtles. Beer’s good for me, and so is a little cabernet or chardonnay (flushing is a problem. Large volumes makes me hyperact). I don’t really like Star Wars but I would love to own a light saber; I thought destroying of that Ring shouldn’t be so hard but I adore the trilogy; Transformers are cool, and so is Maximus in Gladiator as is Leonidas in 300. Ottilia doesn’t like the crooning of Coldplay and I wonder why. Love the songs of 3 doors down, creed, snowpatrol, hillsong, lifehouse, nickleback, U2 and Dishwalla (their song, ‘angels and devils’, has played for at least 200 hundred times over in my WMP and still going strong). Play the occasional guitar – suck at it, but it has got certain valuable therapy purposes. Have got a phobia of musical scores… bean sprouts on paper gives me a headache. Used to earn extra money from doing Chinese painting and calligraphy… I don’t think people would even accept it for free now. Ha! If you ever feel kind and want to get me something, a book from James Patterson would be good. But do kindly let me know beforehand for chances are I’ve already bought it (in any case, an ang bao would still be fine. J)

There are some people who say I think too much. Others feel that I’m too kind. One, in particular, says I know what I want, but I don’t know what I want. How true? You to judge.

I constantly think that I’m never good enough - that way I work harder. I constantly tell myself that people are better than me – that way humble myself. If circumstances permit, I sleep more than I should – for I like to dream and nua in my bed. If there’s ever a chance to go back in time, I would grab it with both hands. Not because of regrets and mistakes, but to relive again the good times and bad times of the carefree years.

I’m a believer of Christ – for He loves me more than anyone else can. I’m not holy, and I’m not religious. I’m not trying to sell you an ‘idea’ or ‘religion’ when I talk to you about my faith. I’m doing so because I love you.

If life is a box of chocolates, I would distribute it and share it with the people around me – for without my loved ones, friends, family and God, I am nothing. So take a piece of me please… and enjoy. =) Good nights people! And let the good and bad times roll once again. Woooots!~