this is the bomb.

first there was erin.

then tuck.
and then i found out bout clara.

like what the fish?

they've all just pulled out of OGL camp(i'm gonna call it facils camp now. OH-GEE-EL CAMP SOUNDS SO KIDDY!)

it's all so sudden. i mean, i've been waiting since forever to go with the lil' og27 clique and all. and now it's just jon and myself. i guess we'll be calling ourselves jon 1 and jon 2 again. but it's gonna way different from orientation, with the clique missing and all.

hope things turn out okay in the end.

if there's anyone out there who feels like changing their mind about tomorrow, do join us at 8am. we'll be at the grandstand. singing lonely songs.

anyway, training's been okay. shazwan stopped me from scoring my first try. i so need to learn how to dive. like, seriously serious. i was this teeny weeny weeee bit close. and then he got me from behind.

dang.

tomorrow's the match. pray for me.

the aftermath.

my mum kinda just told me that new balance sent me a certificate of participation a few weeks ago. like hey, not bad. pretty neat. but seriously, not the i'm-gonna-show-the-whole-world-kinda material. so i figured it'll be best if i just dumped it into my folder, along with the other certificates that i've gotten and all. looks like it didn't quite meet the mark to be part of my room's decor too.

but interestingly, what it did do, was make me go back to realrun.sg to check out the results. not that i didn't do that before but this time, i decided to check out the whole damn thing. well, just for fun.

so here's what i found out;
the nepalese took the top 3.
4th was a french dude.
an australian took 5th.
and estonia, 6th.
7th to 10th were singaporeans.

like wow. we were "pawned". big time. the winner finished the race in 36 mins and 30 secs.
and i was 525th. and i finished the race in 1 hour, 4 mins and 54 secs.

and just when i thought i was fugging slow, i scrolled down all the way, just for kicks(or rather, to make myself feel a lil' better).

(mm. scroll, scroll, scroll...)

whoa. there were 1667 participants for my race.
so i was 525 out of 1667.

(eh? what's with all the blanks?)

missing timings here and there. i'm guessing they didn't reach the checkpoints in time. last guy was in at 2 hours 30 mins and 21 seconds.

(hey hey, i'm not so bad after all eh.)

anyway, this christmas has been really lonely.
a few smses came in during the midnight mass. a few more after that.
i sent out like 20 plus, but only 2 came back.
this is the shit mann. prolly can't get any worse than this.

thinking back.

it's been two years now.

i don't really miss you all the same.

let's just say it's been awhile

oh, look at you now.

so different.

so distant.

maybe i shouldn't have said what i said.

or maybe i shouldn't have done what i did.

but the words have been spoken.

and the deeds, done.

and now there is little to do

and naturally, little to say.

perhaps you're better off that way.

well, all i can do is pray;

that you'll do well all the same.

and that perhaps someday you'll remember my name.

simply put,

the girl i hold dear

is the one i knew from yesteryear.

i suppose this is what teenagers like myself call "emo-ing". it's interesting to see how people have changed over the years and all. but at the same time, it's painful to be at a feast but not be able to sit at the table. that's what it felt like that night. i'll just take it as a reminder to not be such an ass next time. if there is ever a next time.

i guess i should keep looking forward and stop thinking back about all these memories. time of year i suppose. merry christmas(yes, i can smell the irony) to you, whoever you are.

what the heck.

6 more days to OGL camp.

i saw a row of chairs during the ogl camp dry-run on monday.

and i think i know what game we're playing.

uh-oh.

i'm kinda addicted to jack's mannequin's dark blue and last goodnight's pictures of you.

and i think i need help with the holiday homework.
especially for physics.

and i doubt anyone reads this stuff anyway so i guess i'll have to go find the songs myself.

on days like this, sorry isn't really enough.

21 economic models explained with cows.

SOCIALISM
You have 2 cows.
You give one to your neighbor.

COMMUNISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and gives you some milk.

FASCISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and sells you some milk.

NAZISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both and shoots you.

BUREAUCRATISM
You have 2 cows.
The State takes both, shoots one, milks the other, and then throws the milk away...

TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.

SURREALISM
You have two giraffes.
The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.

AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
Later, you hire a consultant to analyse why the cow has dropped dead.

ENRON VENTURE CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell three of them to your publicly listed company, using letters of credit opened by your brother-in-law at the bank, then execute a debt/equity swap with an associated general offer so that you get all four cows back, with a tax exemption for five cows.
The milk rights of the six cows are transferred via an intermediary to a Cayman Island Company secretly owned by the majority shareholder who sells the rights to all seven cows back to your listed company.
The annual report says the company owns eight cows, with an option on one more.
You sell one cow to buy a new president of the United States , leaving you with nine cows. No balance sheet provided with the release.
The public then buys your bull.

A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike, organise a riot, and block the roads, because you want three cows.

A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create a clever cow cartoon image called 'Cowkimon' and market it worldwide.

A GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You re-engineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month, and milk themselves.

AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.
You decide to have lunch.

A RUSSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
You count them again and learn you have 2 cows.
You stop counting cows and open another bottle of vodka.

A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5000 cows.
None of them belong to you.
You charge the owners for storing them.

A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim that you have full employment, and high bovine productivity.
You arrest the newsman who reported the real situation.

AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.

A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.

AN IRAQI CORPORATION
Everyone thinks you have lots of cows.
You tell them that you have none.
No-one believes you, so they bomb the **** out of you and invade your country.
You still have no cows, but at least now you are part of Democracy...

AN AUSTRALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Business seems pretty good.
You close the office and go for a few beers to celebrate.

A NEW ZEALAND CORPORATION
You have two cows.
The one on the left looks very attractive.

got it from here; http://www.jonathanmacdonald.com/?p=1414
pretty cute eh?

ah, the disappointment within.

it's been hard to catch up with friends this year, so i make it a point to check out their blogs and all once in awhile. it's nice to see everyone doing well and all. but at the same time, it sucks to know that you've spent the whole year being a screw-up.

maybe it's a rude wake-up call.

a wake-up call to what life's all about, what it's meant to be.

at the same time, it makes me feel inferior in all ways possible. and it leaves me thinking; why am i such a flop?

but flop or not, life still goes on. and it doesn't wait.

and so now, i soldier on.

this is a mess.

i haven't been following the fitness programme that coach gave us for the holidays. and i'm feeling guilty bout it. not like that's going to help.

feeling guilty doesn't change anything.

and i figured i've got exactly a week to cram 3 weeks worth of work into 7 days. i think it's nuts but i guess i'll have to try.

and i need a pair of running shoes desperately. my new balance shoes have just died. and training begins in a week. anyone know of anywhere to get cheap deals and all? do tag me or something!

legion chalet.

this year was a shocker.

hell yeah.

now, one thing at time. first, there was barely any food in the house. second, the kids were glued to the xbox360 and their own PSPs. third, the weather was just plain bad. finally, and most importantly, the kids were really, really pampered. and all the ancients ended up playing maid to clean up their mess. it's really disappointing to see kids not taking responsibility for even the smallest things, like clearing their cups and trash and all.

it was so different from the chalets in previous years. perhaps we can conclude that our batch was so much more interactive than the kids in legion now.

i gotta give the sec3s credit for actually going the extra mile to get Fr Gerrard down to the chalet to celebrate mass. it was something that none of the batches had done before.

cycled down to the marina barrage with gideon and joshua on tuesday. we left at 10.15am and came back at 7.45pm. we went via east coast park, shenton way and all. we were supposed to cut across some path at the end of east coast park to hit the barrage but apparently the path wasn't built yet. we all put the blame gideon's phone's GPS(it was a posh nokia phone!). so much for technology.

after many-ful hours of cycling, we finally reached the singapore flyer. we had popeyes for lunch. it was, well, okay? wasn't as good as i thought it would be. resumed our journey at 2.30pm and we kinda reached the barrage at around 3pm. we left after awhile cos it was pretty boring. i mean, after all, it was just a dam. how can interesting can a dam be anyway? took few decent photos and all before leaving.

the journey back was crazy. we decided to cross some road to hit the stairs of one of the flyovers that would bring us to the east. everything was going smoothly until we finally started to cycle on the flyover. it started raining so bad that we couldn't see clearly and all. worst part of it was when we had to get down from the flyover cos it was some dirt path that had gone all muddy cos of the rain. had to get off and push the bikes through the mud. made it through the mud and the rain subsided.

we hit east coast park after quite a fair bit of time and the sky, much to our suprise, was all dark again. i thought the weather would hold out and that we could make it in time before it rained. unfortunately, the weather got the better of us and we were stuck at some small lil' shelter for damn long.

when the rain subsided(it was still pretty heavy), we figured that in order to make it back by 8pm, we had to leave. so we cycled through the rain. and the route back was the shit. it was darn depressing cos we had to cycle a path that was parallel to the runway and somehow, it seemed to be never ending. like, holy crap? legs were getting tired but somehow, we made it. reached changi beach park and pushed a lil more to hit changi village at 7.45pm, just in time for dinner.

it was fun. crazy fun.


it's never safe to tell anyone a secret.
dangerous to tell it to two.
to tell three is thoughtless folly
'cause then everyone else will know.