Boring Week Wedgie

I must say that right now, I am finally busy doing work. What work you would ask? Major Programming Stuff? No.... I am doing a freaking data report that has to be done by the end of each week. This would continue until my arse is burnt off at the end of this IPP or I have myself punching the wits out my bloody supervisors.

As of now, 8 weeks and counting, I have finally, with much courage, decided to banter with one of my supervisors.

Ziting: hey Will, aren't you eating?
Will (My previous supervisor): Oh, no, I have some important stuff to finish up before publishing it into the UAT (Which is a once in a week deadline, very crucial). My colleagues will be buying lunch for me. How about you?
Ziting: Me? Oh, my mother's cooking lunch for me.
Will: Wow.... your mom is cooking for you? That's cool.
Ziting scampers into the pantry.


Yeah lookie here, for the first time in my 8 weeks of working at IPP, I only crapped 3 sentences before rushing off for lunch. Okay, I'm gonna digress from this topic, so I better finish it up. This goes to show that my bloody communication skills are not working, despite the 'wonderful' networking I possess in school. Yeah, hear me crap more at work == impossible.

Next topic at hand. Yeah, my mother decided to withhold my next month's allowance, for that fact that I spent near to 1300 bucks on my expenses for two months. How great is that? Now I have to replan my budget for my Redang trip and such.

Of course, this has to come with something good, I suppose. My mum has decided to cook boxed lunches for me! Yippee! Three days have passed by, and already I am savouring lunches my mum cooked for me.

Monday: Curry Chicken & Potatoes & Beancurd Skin & Cabbage, and Baked Pork.

Mum actually took the time off to try out a recipe my seventh aunt has been doing at Southhamthon, England. Behold... the suclucen Roast BABI. Actually, I'm not really sure on how my mom cooked it, but what I know is that she got this HUGE piece of pork, and marinated it with an oyster sauce-like mixture, before putting it into the broiler for 45 minutes, and cutting it up after.

My first packed lunch is simply great. You're the BEST, mum.


Tuesday: Beancurd with diced pork, and Cai Xin

Finally mom thought of my bloody weight and cooked a modest meal for me. Thank god the beancurd has the flavor, or else... hahaha...

Wednesday: Cured Vegetables with Slabs of Fatty Pork, Random Pieces of Grilled fish, and Kai Lan

She forgot all forgot about it, and got me 5 slabs of meat!! Oh yeah... Meat RULES.


I must say that the boxed lunch was a great deal,but the only flaw in this boxed lunch is that I have to wash my containers with the bloody sponge and handwashing soap at the toilet faucet. My pantry has NO SINK at all, forcing me to sneak out like a ninja, and pretend everything is perfectly normal, even if a Caucasion co-worker comes in and gives a disgusted look upon seeing my current errand at hand.

Which I will gleefully smile at and make him look more disgusted...

I have been living off nasi lemak for god knows how long, and was actually prepared to binge on Fast Food when I get my first pay, haha...

Actually, I did binge, when my bloody computer went *poof* while I was using it last Friday morning. I was so freaking stressed; I bought the computer for not even close to one year and thought the computer was done for. Images of my father and his voice thundering across the house, reprimanding us about the lack of caring, and 24/7 usage of his $10,000 investment (Yes, that's what the computer cost us over 7 years) triggered my phobia so badly, that I decided to binge at all of the fast food restaurants (Mac, KFC, BK, Long John's) I see at Marina Square. It also pretty much spurred me into a big decision to fly my Concourde to fix my bloody computer at Sim Lim Square instead of going for the 'Final' NAPFA Test with Mr. Ma.

Thank god the computer is alright. Thank god that my mom did not burst out on my overspending. And THANK GOD I WAS NOT AT FARKING HOME WHEN MY DAD BURST OUT ON THE SPOILT COMPUTER.

Thank God.

Short Summary Quite the Contrary

Most of you people people should be thinking about how procastincating I am, having promised a blog the day after last sunday. But I can't.

I am still grieved by the death of a young Ultimate player. And I have not gotten over it.... Seriously, this is getting a little out of hand.

But now I have decided to crawl out of my little (Read: humongous) pile of work that resides finally in my cubicle with this ticking time bomb.

Al right.... time to stop digressing... now to the topic body.....

Friday Frisbee---------

The game was great, and I finally learnt a lesson in an Ultimate Pickup game: Always wear shoes with cleats (not spikes!) on damp or wetter fields. Having scored the first point, I tried to stop my speedy run, which ends up in this video.

Watch the vid.

No, unlike this kid who flies up, I inevitably had to land on my butt. It's so funny that even I started laughing at it. (Making a joke out of yourself and laughing at yourself is really funny)

Saturday's String of Birthdays, more & of course, the anticipation, excitement... ---


Faizal's

Well, I had a wonderful sleep as I said, and ended up waiting for Faizal, the birthday boy at Tanjong Pagar. The guys who were working in IPP together with him, had already given two rounds of birthday bashings. I saw the vid for the second round. Damn crappy, but quite hilarious... I saw my friend Peter hitting him on who an empty Evian Water Container (you know... the big one that dispenses water...)

Most of the people were already at sentosa already, resulting in a venue change... A glam Siloso beach of babes for faizal to watch, before his moment of truth... haha...

Yes the usual whacking started after Sameer got back from 7-Eleven (which was so damn far). Being a friend of him, I had to protect him right? So, to reduce the huge numbers of punches that are landing on him, I used an umbrella to shield him. How? Of course by whacking him lah.....

By using a umbrella, I indefinitely reduced the punches on him, with my sheer force of whacking my umbrella on him. The surface area of the umbrella upon whacking is convincingly larger than 10 punches. But I had realistic, because by whacking softly, my friends will see through me, and label me as a gay.

So.... *evil* I whacked even harder!

I actually had wanted to get something from his bag, but for some reason he started running. Brudder... you can run, but you can't hide... Upon getting the box from his bag, we whack somemore.... And he was long gone.... :-)

By the way, Wenyao bought a shirt for him which you might wanna see @ weiliang's photo gallery, Ultimate @ Sentosa 0320. You got to see it... :-)

Gary's

Gary held his birthday at United Square restaurant, an all-you-can-eat teppanyaki buffet. It was even better than last year's at Ritz Carlton, although I had to admit, that there are lesser people than before at the dinner; about 10 including his sister.

Chee Siang (Buddy!), Hwei Yong (Big Bro!), Paul were the only recognisable people there, and boy, we crapped our asses out together with Gary.

Gary seems to be more quiet now, although I see something different in his eyes now.

Ok, Fuck those people who think I'm gay right now... haha....

Anyway, Gary's classmates got for him a cup of cake, which caused me to make two lame puns out of it. As the wind was getting too big for the candle, he cupped the candles with his hands, and upon consuming it, he told me that the cake contain alcohol. Get it?

As I said... lame....

We went to CHIJMES later to get a drink at Gatsby and I learnt a hell of an experience there. First time there, and we played two or three games there. Gary got for us a bottle of whisky (!!!), and a jug of Shiver (sic), and a jug of Coke-Alcohol mixture.

Well, Gary's drinking party soon changed to Soccer-watching, which made me feel bad, because it's Gary's birthday.... gosh....

Want to Fight? Fight LAH! ---

We soon went our separate ways after Gary's parents came and drove him home. Three of us wanted to go home straight, while the others are going to the pub

History of bitches...

thin: U are fat and stupid, fat and ugly, fat and deformed, fat and fat and fat and fat.
thin: Do the good people a favour and eat yourself to death. Know how?
thin: Just keep eating fatty foods and then maybe you could have a cardiac arrest.
thin: Better yet, emigrate to the land of the fat and moronic people, Malaysia. Be gone now

Anonymous: haha, i reckon thin to be the "bitching bitch" you were referring to.
Anonymous: Know what, mr. fatyandao? She's cool, right on! Don't condemn her writings please.

Ziting: hey.... thanks for dropping by, thin and Anony! Your tags are always welcome...



|adyDeath: Oh me and my readers accept your thanks. :-) how cute
|adyDeath: how cute, you're excited over a mere 100 clicks..keep up the erm good blogging!

Ziting: :-D I suppose you're also content about my good ol' poem of you. how appreciative :-)
Ziting: How caring, U're taggin me over a mere bitching of U.. keep up the erm good bitching!



princess: geesh..u're not a childish bastard..u're just a sad bastard.sad and fucked-up..

Ziting: Thanks for dropping by princess! Someone tags me :-P



thin: geez, you are such a cockheaded dick. And isnt ziting a girls name?
thin: guess you are just a bitchy sissy.
thin: and please save your comments which you assumed to be oh so sarcastic and clever.

Ziting: thin: Ah Hah! A trick Question!



maddie: the reason u've got more pple comin in is prob coz they came from Beautifuk's blog.

Ziting: maddie: Yes, that' true, but who cares! Wahaha~



Anonymous: Seriously, the pic on the top right corner of this blog makes you look like a dork!

Dork: Anony: thanks for getting me a new name!



thorny: lol yes i rarely see someone so fat, yellow and ugly!

Ziting: thorny: Well then, I'm a rare species! Adore me like a dodo~



Anonymous: Think you looked better in the pic where you sticked out for your arse "cutely"
Anonymous: for an anal probe. Maybe you'll get sodomised by some gays. :P
Anonymous: Sorry, typo. *correction* ..where you sticked out your arse "cutely"
Anonymous: aiya, think i shan't flood your tag board anymore. Sorry :]

KAtrina: LOL. Your counter got boosted because you were referred to by beautifuk.blogspot.com
KAtrina: What a retard.
KAtrina: Oh my god.I almost died when that photo loaded.Thought was a gorilla with a huge gap!

Ziting: Anony: Thanks!, Katrina: I'm amazed my blog can move people! Just don't die haha...



amused: fancy u can get a HIGH because u have 100 visitors. i'm badly amused!!

Ziting: amused: At least you get to laugh, and thanks for contributing to my counter!




doh: Fucking fucktards.

Ziting: doh: seeing from your nick, i think you are one too.

Saturday Nights' Bloody Indonesian Judo Dinner Buffet

I have to say that this is one of the worse public dinners that I have ever wasted money and time on.

Right after the earlier than usual departure from Sentosa, I knew I was so gonna be late to meet my fellow Judokas.

If I had not gave way to the next person going to shower.

If I had not stopped to get myself a cool can of Root Beer at HarbourFront MRT to cool myself down.

I got there 10 mins late, and I saw myself staring at the meagre number of people going for the dinner. My senior which I admired, Dennis was there, with his girlfriend. Ling Feng, the person I feared will be there at the dinner, who just came back from a smoke. Plus 3-4 people beisdes Ridhuan (our president) whocalled me to this dinner.

Where are the people I knew? Out of these crowds are girls that I barely knew. Where is our female captain Yee Ling? Where are the second year Judokas that I knew so well? Most importantly, where are my third year buddies?

I'm So Gonna Die.

We waited for another half hour before getting all the expected replies from my third year buddies.

"Oh sorry leh, I cannot make it. You guys have fun."

And so on and so forth. Then Ling Feng, as expected took out the blame of the lack of people on me.

"You see lah! Your committee passed down from Connie that time, now like this! And the next committee is now affected by you people! Now we have to start over after Yee Ling's Batch!"

What I don't understand is that I was a third year student, not even part of the Judo Club Committee at all.

On to the dinner. The food wasn't that great, all fried, or with lotsa hot chilli. It also came with the same army experiences and jokes that Ling Feng shared, making the whole dinner just like any army gathering. I feel for Ridhuan, the only person who did not understand Mandarin, as most of the chattering was in Mandarin. A gathering indeed.

I waste 12 dollars on a less than average dinner.

After that they even asked Ridhuan whether he drinks or not. It's like, the most stupid question I have ever heard! A muslim obviously can't drink! And they asked three times!

Most of the group went on for a drink at Chijmes, while I quickly went home before I run out of expenses. Bleah.

Mood Swings Sure swing fast

My mood swing swings fast. Right now, I am thinking a lot in my head right now, all of them super negative thoughts.

From last saturday, my rollercoaster emotions went down on a two day hyperdrive. As usual, I was playing Ultimate Pickup games at sentosa. I had actually not wanted to go for it as my whole body was literally aching from the NAPFA Test yesterday, and not cooling down after that, but oh well, what could hurt? It shouldn't be as bad as the rantings I got in the morning. I just knew that I have to go back to Malaysia within the 100 day duration after my Godfather passed away.

Well, I was so damn tired, I just could not be my usual self. Nothing eventful happened there, except for the fact that I was REALLY not concentrating on the game. The short passes were so high, that even basketballer Yao Ming could not even catch it. What's even worse is the long passes: they go so high up, that they gradually silde out of the path, and into some babe-in-bikini's ankle who was froklicking along the seaside. After hitting someone for the second time (and at the achelles tendon too), my friends swore that if that gal and her group of friends were to come back at me seething with anger, they won't give a damn and just run away.

That was when I really lost the will to play the game. My gameplay got so bad that I really felt like resting at one corner for a while before departing off early for something late in the night.

Today marks one of the two official days left I get to train with the team. Just hope that I don't get fisted up for playing like shit. Like Stephen said, "You need to have faith in you. Believe in yourself."

I wonder how. I really to find faith in myself now. Maybe I'll just listen to Limp Bizkit.

A summary to make up for...

It's been awhile. I must say that I was really busy with my life all of a sudden. Last week was a very happy rollercoaster ride near to the climax of it all.

Basically last week, I was feeling sianz at sister pestering me about my cooking, which I pledged to improve on once I have the time from not working.

Then there is this wonderful feminine blogger that thought I was talking about her when I was just referring my sis's blogs' similiarity to hers as an uninteresting example. That, of course, sparked off a war from her blogging fans, and ended with tons of tags on my tag board. Which, of course, was returned with superduper retarded and sarcastic crap.

But I have to thank them: now I have more than 2000 hits on this website, with 500 being my own refreshing maddness, in an attempt to visit more of other blogs I have linked, and not to crap on my Ultimate Team's Forum and Website. With this, I have to think of a (devious) way to reward Di for being the 2000th visitor on the website. Hmm... *devious smile coming out*

The NTU Sports Club's Surf 'N' Sweat Ultimate Frisbee Competition 2004 was a great event (Which I procastinated to talk about). I gave out my all for my first two matches, although for the first one, my team over performed and thrashed them 7-0. Then in the second round, The game ended in vicotory with 2-1. After that, I simply fizzed off. Didn't feel like running, started panicking, started slipping in concentration. The next two matches ended quite badly, with a 3-0 loss, and the next 1-0 loss that consisted of extra time.

The last game which ended at a 1-0 loss, well suprisingly had the most impression on me. Most of it came from the referee. He was like saying, "I'm amazed. This game had almost no contact at all!" Felt great at that time, cos he actually commented on the game to the team, and Yes, Compliments boost me up. Haha...

On another note, I was pretty busy with picking up prank call in the morning, doing work in the afternoon, and Overtime work at night. Which is why I beg to differ from my normal self, writing blogs everyday, cos it's so damn boring. The only interesting thing was on Friday, when I had my NAFPA test.

I actually improved in five of the six stations that I took.

Looky here...

Situps : 42 -> B grade
Standing Broad Jump: 200 -> Fail
Shuttle Run: 10.6 secs -> D grade
Pull ups: BIG Kosong -> Fail
Sit and Reach : 45 cm -> B grade

and *drum roll*

2.4 km run: 12 min 34 seconds -> E grade!

This was a real good improvement from the last time I tried the mock one myself.

2.4 km run: 14:00 minutes.
4X10m shuttle run: 12.3 secs.
Pull Ups: Big Kosong.
Sit and Reach: dun care But I can stretch past my legs.
Standing Broad Jump: 190cm.
Sit ups: 38.

What got me improving on three stations, namely the 2.4km run, the shuttle run, and the standing broad jump, must surely be my thunder (yeah right, should be blunder you might say, but who cares!) Thighs! I think the 20 * 3 squats every night is really doing good to my blunder thunder thighs... haha.

But, the 2.4 km, I was really pissed at myself. 4 MORE SECONDS, and I could get a better grade for that. I again, lost my concentration in the last 800 metres, and started sprinting, which of course depleted a great deal of my remaining strength. If I could just run a little more constantly. Then again, I was pretty pleased that I ran a little better than at least 50% of the guys running then... haha...

And yes, a Side topic I've liken to write: Anand's selective words that pick him up into talking on my Ultimate Team's Forum are Sex, and Girls' Names. I wonder what mine is. :-)

Weird Dream 2

I had this dream just before lunch. Another weird dream to laugh about. Either my dreams will happen in the near future, or they are just damn weird and stupid. Hope you can catch up with the logic here.

My Ultimate Team and I were talking about jerseys, and suggested to continue this discussion at dinner. We surprisingly walked past an army camp which was opposite my home (I know it, I've been there before).

Suddenly, a petite auntie came out of a gap in the fence which I didn't notice, riding a bicycle. My teammates were curious and tried to go in, but I didn't and asked friends to get out. In an attempt to dissuade them, I hailed a taxi, and got one, a limosuine at that.

This sounds stupid but, I told him the location, which idiotically turned out to be my house's address, which, of course, is opposite the road. So after a few profuse apologies, we went on to my house. Just after crossing the road, one of my friends decided to leave the group in another taxi.

We got into the lift. Note that, it was not the big spacious lift in my current flat, but the one in my previous home. and it was damn small/short/tight in there. I did not dare to lift up my head, but upon doing so, I found myself looking above a bus seat of a double decker bus.

Then i woke up, salivating from my previous snack.

It's time for my working lunch break.

Weird Dream

A weird dream to laugh about. Either my dreams will happen in the near future, or they are just damn weird and stupid. Hope you can catch up with the logic here.

It started in the wee hours of my working morning. Must tell you this dream...before start I start forgetting about it... Haha...

I dreamt of being at one of aunt's house (a 4 room flat at woodlands). I was eating dinner, and saw godfather's relatives scattered across the room eating off their plates. I had wanted to greet them out of respect, but I don't know how to quote them. I went to the dining table, and saw Clement (WTF is he doing here?) on dining table eating already. I went to get food and find a seat, eating morsels of meat on the way. Walking along, I passed by a TV, seeing videos with my godfather inside. Just like recorded videos of himself on overseas trips.

I thought about praying to my godfather before sitting down and eating. Being the blur cock that I am, I tried frantically to find my aunt and ask her to on steps to pray to my godfather. So she asked me to kneel in front of the TV, which I did promptly. She flipped a few controls, and the TV changes frequencies.

I saw my solemn Godfather's face on the TV screen.

I slowly opened my eyes to the real world. Jeez. What a wakeup call. It actually had me writing this down.... haha...

Wow! More people coming in!!

Yay! I suddenly feel very high! You know why? It's because of the fact that suddenly I've got more people, which I don't know, coming into my website!

That boosted my counter by a hundred! Yay! Thanks people! You guys are great~

On another note, the main subject in my previous post is my sister, not you madam. Hope this one is cleared out. But you are still not content with not being the main subject in my previous post, you can still talk about my blog and get more people in here! Wee~

And if you have any fan/hate/flame/suicide/anthrax/donation/porn , mail me @ 012325g@nyp.edu.sg ! Thanks as always!

Ok... this post is getting lame... but I'm still so high... haha....

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Ultimate Frisbee on Last Sunday.

As I had told you for two posts, I went for an Ultimate Competition Last Sunday. And boy, what a day it has been.

It started out quite badly: it seemed that I was the only person that was late for registering, and in the end, I held up my whole team for the registration process. They woke up and reached here pretty early, like about 7.15am, so I can't really argue about not being able to wake up in time...

Then we had this first game against some NYP Dragonboat Team. Wah lau eh Thrash them ah. It seems that that do not really get the geist of the game. One team member from that team only got the faint impression of me passing an orange frisbee around to others, during the Captain's Ball competition which he and I took part in.

When the game started, I started running like hell. Either Clement, or me will be waiting at the other end of the pitch waiting to score a point by catching the frisbee, with one defender frantically calling for help. In two swift counterattacks, we scored two goals. That's why Uncle Ra (one of the Ultimate Veterans) told us to slow it down, because they are newbies.

I was thinking, "What do you mean slow down? Do you mean to jog instead of run?"

After two goals, we kept on playing as usual. Then suddenly there was this aerial struggle between the opposing team member and derek. Both lost their footing and fell. One gripped his knee tightly.

"Arrgh!! My KNEE!"

I went, "Holy sh*t, did we play a little too much? Derek jumped into the sky along with him and he bloody busted his kneecap. I don't wanna die later..."

Of course, a subsitute came in for the poor injured guy and we continued the game. After that, we finally cut some slack off the pressure, and the opposing team started to show some potential. They are starting to get the basics of the game, although their passes were still fuzzy. That's where we scored again. Then one of the opposing girls started to wheeze and said to me:

"This is even worse than the 2.4 km run."

What the hell! There I was suffering from the perils of failing my 2.4 km run from last week, and this lady here told me this. How twisted can this world be....

After that I just stoned. Stoned as in don't know what to do, stay in one place. Until Derek shouted to me not to stay too far back, and start marking one person (can't quote because I can't really remember what he said). I would like to declare here, that I am not good at reading games, like soccer,basketball, judo and Ultimate. Hell, my cousin is even worse than me at playing these kind of games that need strategy. All I do is to try to follow orders without getting too confused.

The 12-minute match ended with a score of 7-0. Everyone is a winner. Even the guy guy with the busted knee started walking normally. haha....

The second game

So Long, So Far Away...

My counter sure is increasing fast... 1782 counts, and counting... plus the mini-msgs you put on the tagboard.

Readers, Thanks for supporting and reading my posts!! And my fellow bloggers that are linked, I will always support your weblogs and visit your page everyday!!! muahahaha.....

Hopefully this will be my last post about my sister... haha..

Apparently, she has started the sibling war between my and her weblogs. What you see here is a major misunderstanding which I am already hating. The war was supposed to mean on how many good blogs she makes in time. You see, when people have nothing to write, they bitch. Bitching is a very VERY ugly thing. Just look at this weblog and you shall know what I mean.

Blogging, I believe, involves entries that are about our daily lives, that are real, yet interesting. When you bitch, the meaning is lost: it's like you are trying to tell the reader that you are scolding someone over the Internet using your webpage.

Another one thing I hate is quizilla. This is an absolutely ridicuious thing that takes up useless spaces in weblogs. Take a quiz and find out what kind of fish you are? Oh come on... this is really stupid...

If you do not know what I mean, I am trying to say that bitching and quizilla degrades your weblog, besides boring your readers, because it has no meaning to them!

Now I shall add something to my 'dislike' list: A lot of Bitching, and Quizilla.

And I lost the time to write about Ultimate Frisbee competition that happened at the NTU Sport Club's Sweat 'n' Surf @ Sentosa last Sunday. Just hope that I have the time tomorrow... haha...

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A Long weekend...

I'm so tired... I actually slept 4 hours today... past my lunch hour. I, for the first time in 5++ weeks of work, I had to sneak out after lunch, get a Big Mac downstairs, sneak back in, and conceal the large cubic package that is holding my food as I walked in, smiling at the other staff obstructing my path of escape. Then I slowly savour down the huge burger in my cubicle as 7 other staff in the same room as me scrutinizes my every bite. This is so embarassing.

My sister finally updated her blog, with some nasty entries aimed straight at me. Okay lar, I admit that my cooking sucks, but you must understand that I was a complete klutz: I could have cooked the instant noodles and the yellow oily noodles separately but never so... you told me to cook everthing AT ONCE. Of course the yellow oily noodles would soften so much that it merges with the instant noodles, because both of their cooking times are different.
That means one Thing. Most Women I've met are incomprehensive, and hard to understand.

She also doesn't know that I know how to create dishes like salads, fried rice, bombay toast, and, and, and.... Okay la I dunno how to cook dishes, but at least I can do a few...

The last five weekdays were pretty boring... During office hours, I spent most of my office hours reading Xiaxue's blog and her archives. Right now, I have finished her first two months of her blog. Please note that her blog are super-duper long each day, every day, and although you can laugh yourself off reading her blogs, you can sleep off by staring at what she writes for 8 hours... haha...

After offices hours are exercising, like what I said in the previous blog, and loads of Ultimate Pickup Games and practise throws/flicks of the Frisbee. It took quite a toll on my body. Oversleeping is one obvious effect, as with sore muscles that hurt whenever you try to move it.

Actually I have a lot more to say, mostly about Ultimate Frisbee and such, I feel like sleeping again... hahaha... Good Night...

Dead, Cracking Knees, Injuries Galore

Oh yes, as the title suggests, I am physically hurt... No, I've not been slapped in the face for insulting someone, also definitely not caned by my mum for not listening to her (although she does haha...). It's sports + fitness tests. I wonder how did Deckham survive those long and unbearable fitness tests by the medical officers at Real Madrid?

Last Wenesday night (Which I told you on thursday), I went

Test Run: NAFPA Failure

Went on a mock test for my NAPFA.

2.4 km run: 14:00 minutes. To Silver: 12:00 minutes.
4X10m shuttle run: 12.3 secs. To Silver: 10.5 secs
Pull Ups: Big Kosong. To SIlver: 2-5
Sit and Reach: dun care But I can stretch past my legs.
Standing Broad Jump: 190cm. To silver: 220cm.
Sit ups: 38. To gold: 38-42. WEE!!!!

This is a major hurdle to cross... But I should at least get good results for everything except pull ups... time to train...

What really came to me as a surprise was that my 14 minutes for a girl would be a gold (<14 minutes). And that was the standard running time (without desperation) for Charmaine and Carol (30 seconds late). Arrgh... The fitness levels of girls are SOOOO good....

But I'm so happy for my sit and reach, and my situps... although my abs immediately cramped when I sat up on a bench to exchange places with kenny.

Number days of blogging

I must say that my days of documentation has come to an end... Haha it's back to the evil looking, pissed-at-me supervisor! I am now awaiting my death via the phone call at my cubicle. If you want to give me a cheap thrill, call me at 63211329. Scare me...

Camp Bang!

Went to Camp Bang on Tuesday night. Some of us people might think that the name sounds very very dirty, but hey then again, they accepted 'Mass Orgy' and 'Martha Fookers' as team names for Captain's Ball in the Sports Championships. They had an very long outing in the day, something like the 'Amazing Race' that 'POD' organised. Since they were not back yet, I went on to jog and I saw!!! Carol and Charmaine! So might as well, go and jog.

My fitness levels definitely dropped. My usual of 8-10 laps * 600m of slow jogging has dropped to 6 laps. Not good for my test which is coming on 12 March.

I thought I would be alone (as always) in the night flicking frisbees, but since they are there, it's good to have someone to pass back the frisbee without running for it. This was also a good chance to try out my glow-in-the-dark frisbee (Yay!) and scratch it indefinitely (Oww!). The green glow lasted for quite a while before going out. But it sure looked nice... everyone there went ga-ga over the illuminous flying thingy.

Back to the Camp. I managed catch them in time for the last event of the day, which is the REVIVAL of the STOMP! Look Siva, it's back!! There are four separate groups performing, and boy you would be touched if you were there. They really performed with their hearts! The Stomp Spirit is still there Siva....

What I thought was the best part of the 4 stomp items was the one with the Red Indian War Dance. Obviously, Vikrant was the lead dancer, and the other groups actually joined in! It was so great to see them happily together...

The encore performance was even better... Everyone started doing the War Dance all night long...

Managed to continue practising my frisbee throwing with a bunch of people that couldn't sleep. Amir was one of them, and he seemed interested in Ultimate. Just hope that I can see him on Friday at the Pickup Game at the War Memorial.

Sleeping Four hours and I am still blogging here. Good Night people, and I just hope my drooling and snoring doesn't annoy the other staff around me...

Pimples... They are back...

Whiny time: dun read this if you hate whines.

Just when I thought I had left the ups and downs of puberty, I am suddenly hit with a bout of the ever-present teenage skin problem: Pimples.

It's been a while since I got this dreaded thing, and it was only one or two, mind you. After the all-day sun exposure on Saturday, I noticed my skin to peeling off. Ok, that's good. I also realised that my skin pores are looking more like little dormant volcanos, now erupting yucky yellow stuff (dunno what is that.) Now my whole face looks so bumpy. My right side of my face has turned into an sensitive red piece of skin, no thanks to the sun burn. Arrgh!! No amount of OXY will chase those pimples away! What should I do!!!!

Sunday

Super Tired, Super Pain. My Cousin stayed over at my house on Saturday. fake reason: To have aunt think that We finished quite late. Real reason: he wants to go all night long on GunBound, using my SCV BroadBand. He has a handphone... Funny thing is, he told his mom that in these bad times, he's trying not to call on his handphone to save money. Then there is the card phone. And he says he has no phonecard.... Really... a funny cousin...

It was fun to have an extra guest around... Sister was finally (I MEAN FINALLY) cooking breakfast. Sausages and eggs. Yummy. Most of us enjoyed it. Except for me. Why? Because of my sunburn, I was groaning around my bed, and kept on sleeping, unable to move my exhausted and sore body.

Woke up in the afternoon, and got a call from Brian. I was shocked. Today was the IVP for Judo. He asked me whether I was going for the IVP at NUS. I said No. Asked me again whether I was going to see it. It was so sad: it was the last IVP that I could take part in, and I could not do anything about it, because of my pained body.

I said no again.

Nevertheless, the day had to move on. Got the latest news from my brother that my parents are coming back from their trip and will be returning tonight. Thus, the mission to convert the pig-sty to a normal 5-room flat begins...

Super coffee!

Whoa. I feel really dead this morning. I actually forgot my usual shot of 3-in-1 coffee before I went to work, and boy, I was super sleepy. Just now, one supervisor saw me close to sleeping, and she nearly caught me viewing blogs, no thanks to my lethargic reflexes.
But not to worry! There is Starbucks below my workplace! So after putting a notepad note to say I went to the toilet to do some big business, I zoomed straight down to ask some strong coffee. I thought that starbucks' double shot expresso is already strong enough, but no... the guy at the counter showed me the light. He gave me a TRIPLE shot expresso.
Walkie walkie talkie talkie...

Starbucks Crew: Wait a moment, be right up in a moment...
Me: ok... blah blah snore....
Starbucks Crew: Whoa, are you okay?
Me: I feel so sleepy...*stares at the board* Is the starbucks double shot your strongest coffee you have?
Starbucks Crew: Not really... I have this customer that looks like a zombie. Comes in the wee hours of the morning. After gulping down an order of our triple shot, he looks like a normal man that can't blink his eyes. Do you want one sir?
Me: Alright... Give me one, and add in a chocolate biscotti.
Starbucks Crew:*Grinds coffee bean three times, brews three times* Here you go sir.

Now being the dumb ass that I am, I thought that the whole mug of goodness that would keep you up at all times. I nearly thought that I got cheated when I saw the contents: a black, murky liquid that didn't fill up to even half of the mug. It had a slight brown bubbly froth at the top, which I thought was a faint mixture of coffee and milk. So this is the EXPRESSO. So little! That's the Typical Singaporean for ya.
When I saw the black stuff below, I quickly went to the receptacle, grabbed a flask of milk, and poured it until it was half mug full. After sipping a little, I nearly vomitted.
Holy Sheeeet, It Tasted Horrible. Nearly to claim the first place beside the most bitter herbal tea in the world. But it was effective. It made me perk up. Not wanting to make the worst out of it, I dunked the biscotti into the mug and let the rock-hard sweet biscuit slowly soften up and dissolve into the drink. It tasted a whole lot better after that, and boy... I felt good...
Chocolate and Coffee are a couple that takes you to paradise...
Even as I am typing now, I don't feel like sleeping! Yay! Now I can write more testimonials for my friends! I can Alt-Tab faster than my supervisor could walk in and find out what the hell is happening to me! And I feel more like blogging rubbish! Yeah! Starbucks Coffee Expresso R0x0rs! Only With that extra Extra EXTRA Sugar and Sweetness!

:-) although it cost me $5.55 - $1.10(biscotti) = $4.45(Expresso) to keep me alive... ;-(

Super sianz day....

It has been a day, and I realized that today, my supervisor didn't come. Bah! With the fact that I am still super duper not happy, Grrr...

As always monday is another boring day, except that today I spent the whole day surfing blogs, fining out some revived blogs, and writing ONE testimonial. Argh!! I got to at least write some nice stuff to friends that made a real positive impact on my life.

Got to go home now. have to eat dinner and watch the special fear factor tomorrow.