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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
1:27 PM

Run

and the wheels on the bus go round and round. i wake each morning and i sleep at night - and the day seems to take after the previous in striking resemblance.

i took to the roads yesterday, and i realised it had been two years since i had taken a jog beyond five. the perspiration trickled down as my feet hit the ground in strange unfamiliarity.

i was somewhat conscious of how my feet was angled at a 50 degree motion to my 1 and 10 o'clock. i was also bizzarely conscious whether the balls of my feet enabled the volitation of my whole self and yes too, if the same balls were responsible for the cushioning of my flight. obsessive compulsive exemplified in events of long absence.

i wonder then, if i would bother about the anti-clockwise motion and velocity of ups and downs should i attempt masturbation today.

the jog lasted an hour, an overkill in retrospect. the trickling had evolved into a malfunctioning tap, i was glistening beneath the moonlight. quite sexy i would say, and a thorough disappointment for the mosquitoes which had tried to grasp a foothold on my skin.

i cooled down at the playground, and the swing beckoned. that playground bore an anchor down memory lane, and the twelfth of december beckoned. but with confidence i would say my love, things have changed.

the swing was an elastic band of rubber propped by chains of metal rust. i kicked off the ground and i soared in wild fervour. no it ain't the deal of more muscular calves nor thunder thighs, two ligaments lacked no less.

the sand has gone. its replaced with a spongy surface, light and porous. perhaps more effective in the fight against dengue. definitely more effectively in the launch of a swing. but pray tell, what is a playground without sand?

and with my loving confidence i would say, things have changed.

the voices in my head-

Tuesday, May 13, 2008
11:42 PM

Thirds

it had been my intent to pen some very polemical thoughts on certain degrees of winning, but it could have touched a nerve on far and few who had not won in their own expectations. so i shall turn to explain my evident absence the past weeks.

exams, and yes. L'Oreal brandstorm.

the journey finally come to an end, and today marks closure in many forms. the biggest project i had embarked on, i would like to extend my thanks to my creative team - meihua on rapid prototyping, vernon on flash design, disheng on rotational architecture, amanda on print inspirations, josh on movie editing, sherry on videography, and of course, chenwee on dermatological expertise. closure perhaps, in nails to the coffin of a slave driver.

and herein defines the vacation in perspective. paris out of the equation, standard chartered so it is. it scares me, global financial markets. pray tell, why do the floor of traders have six screens in their face when they only have a pair of eyes?
but yes i admit, it excites me. much like threesomes. the evil boy only has one to flash yet he yearns for so much more.

and it wasn't that bad. national finalist is already quite a feat in itself, much less the top 3.

dispensing with modesty, i'm happy i could still pull off the best speaker award with one tooth less.

the voices in my head-