just keep running

Long post. Might get boring. Warned you.

This post is going to be in lieu for tomorrow cos I'm not gonna be around to blog tmr, and I definitely have to blog about this year.

In a lot of ways, 2006 was an ass of a year but in many other ways, 2006 had been a blast.

In 2006, I

-travelled out of this continent without anyone from my family.



-met loads of great people along the way.


-seen a real cow poo.


-sat in a real tunner(sp) for the first time.


-went white water rafting (in NZ) in a river so clean, I'd rather drink the water there over any drink in Singapore.


-took part in a running race for the first time in my life.


-finished a half marathon for the first time in my life.



-"celebrated" TK's 50th anniversary with a $120 $30 ticket.


-had all 4 female NCC officers leave the unit (damn) and be taken over by a man.(double damn)


-seen Fort Minor Live at the Indoor Stadium.



-bought a pink water bottle.


-got exposed to the horrors of a (lousy)JC.


-seriously considered the prospects of a military career.


-got screwed really bad by PW. (That's my PW model)


-photocopied my face. Don't ask why.


-carried the state flag. Or rather, a corner of it.


-realised what a really lousy teacher was like.


-been labelled a mugger. Again, don't ask me why.

-got into a class where (almost)everyone was taller than me.


-and finally, got saved.

In the past 5 months or so, I've grown more spiritually than I have in the past 16 years. Sometimes I look back to the way I was before and I cannot believe how everything has happened. I wanna thank everyone who has been there all along since my first visit to hoGc and people who have walked me through this spiritual walk. I'd never have been able to made it alone. People like Mong, Andrew, MeiPing, Daphne, C5. And Him.

2006 was a great year. 2007's going to another one. And many more great years to come. God bless.

Happy New Year! (In another 24.5 hours or so) @ 22:21

I finally watched Death Note 2: The Last Name after the 1st movie proved to be a need-to-watch-part-2-to-finish thing. Supposed to be a class thing but in the end everyone PS-ed and left only Meiping, Osborne and I. Quite sad case lolol.

Overall Death Note 2: The Last Name would be a great ending to the whole Death Note movie saga for anyone who had no idea the Death Note manga ever existed or never read it at all. The twists aren't exactly present in every movie around and with the plot and everything, Death Note proves to be a real good show. But I think it'll turn out to be pretty boring for anyone who had finished the manga- the movie would seem to be really condensed and shortened. I don't suppose the producers had a Death Note 3,4,5 etc etc in mind. So the movie was a little disappointing compared to the manga which had Light being a lot more clever and Mello and Near trying to catch his ass and all. But yeah. It was quite a cool movie.

Then the 3 of us walked around. Aimlessly. Lol.

OK lah. Bye. @ 20:56

Ooo, the touch of wrinkled toes. Feels great. Behold the result of running from Sun Park across Pasir Ris flyover and back in the midst of the insane rain of Singapore at 12am in the morning while having my feet soaked in rainwater. And enduring the wetness of my socks and shoes all the way back to school. Oh yes. Great.

Edited my blog skin. Bye. @ 21:52

Awesome Xmas. This Xmas holds a lot of meaning for me.

I wanna thank everyone that gave me a card. Xmas cards never used to hold much/any meaning to me. But today, they do. Thanks to Meiping, Deny, Fanglynn, Jenn, Leon, Mong, Audrey, Hilda, June, 3sa and everyone else who gave me a card. Sorry if I left your name out. Thanks. Greatly appreciated. Thanks a million. Add another million while you're at it. God bless you people.

800 people in a room with a purpose. Life had never been this good before.

I'll be away at camp from tmr to thursday. Bye people. God bless.

My blog seems to be getting really boring.

And oh, Merry Xmas!

[Edit] I just did this Blogthings thing and I think it's absolute crap.

Your Expression Number is 3

A natural performer, your destiny lies in writing, speaking, acting, or teaching. Imaginative and unique, you have a natural creative talent in the arts. You're also a natural salesperson. You can easily sell your ideas and yourself. A total optimist, you are enthusiastic about life and living. You are friendly and social - and people are taken by your charm. Your role in life is to inspire, motivate, and raise others' spirits. At times, you can seem a bit superficial. Sometimes you're a bit unfocused and too easygoing. You're best off when you don't dwell on trivial matters, especially gossip.

What's Your Expression Number?

You people tell me, how much of this gibberish is true about me? @ 22:31

With school threatening to reopen really soon, 2 extremely evil thoughts invaded my mind just now.

What if:-
1) Adrian Tan was lying to us this year and JPoh is STILL going to be our math teacher next year to screw us all one more time for the fnial year.

OR

2) JPoh got transferred down to teach the J1s next year and Rudi gets her as math teacher. Again.

If I had to choose between the 2, I'm going to have to go for the second one.

Sorry Rudi. You're a nice guy and a great friend, but JPoh for another year, I can't take it. Sorry.

Hehehe.

Yeah. Merry Christmas. In another 40 mins. =) @ 22:36

If you think your life has no meaning and you're free on the 25th, talk to me. I'll bring you to a place and show you the way of life.

Ok lah, maybe I won't show it to you. But I'll bring you to the place! Faster, talk to me. Msn, email, sms, anything. You know you want to.

Hehehe. @ 22:00

Was at airport to send Benjamin off to Tokyo. His flight was at 1am, we left the airport at about 2337 hrs. The last train to city had left and I realised getting home was going to be a pain.

Took the last train to Tanah Merah. Realised last connecting train to city was gone. Cursed SMRT.

Went down to bus stop. Realised bus 31 was available. Time was about 2353 hrs. It took me some 10 mins to realise the last 31 was gone already. Cursed SBS.

Hailed a cab. Cab fare + midnight surcharge killed me. Cursed Comfortdelgro. I'm officially broke.

I have no idea why they say Singapore has a world-class transport system. And Quek ah, you better bring me back my Deathnote 13 from Japan. =)


Adrian, if you're reading this, I want to let you know you look a lot like Justin Khaw. Justin, if you're reading this, you need to know you look a lot like Adrian, extreme left in picture. In that picture you're like an exact replica of him and vice versa.

Xmas in 3 days. Annual Camp in 4 days. School starts in a week.

Bye. @ 17:26

The chinese news (yes, I'm watching chinese news cos my mum's at the tv) just reported the case of some guy who was running on a treadmill at some membership gym, when he just collasped. Died. Just like that.

All of a sudden, I don't feel like going to Macritchie tomorrow morning (at 0730 dammit) for training runs.

Not ready to die yet. I still have a long list of unfinished life plans. @ 19:51

I've finished goong. Yay!

Had Vm training today. My first time doing VM. 40 stories HDBs at Toa Payoh were crazy. It was raining, it was cool, I just had my breakfast which was super oily, my knee was injured, I felt like puking and I didn't get enough sleep.

And there I was, standing at the void deck of a 40 stories HDB, preparing to take the stairs all the way up. I suppose that's the whole point of a VM.

2nd runner. The first 10 stories were easy. I though to myself, hey, this is easy!

By the 20th story my knees were burning. Literally. By the time I hit the summit at 40 story, my knees were burnt and I honestly felt like puking. Curse the stairway for being so narrow, it was like running round and round a pole. I clocked an average 6 mins 17 seconds.

Not enough. 2nd set. Die lahh.

Roy overtook me at the 9th story. I'm like, ROY, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?(He clocked less than 6 mins for all 3 sets.)

2nd set was okay. My knees were still burning, but I didn't feel like vomiting anymore. Timing increased by slightly over a minute.

Just chiong the last set. Clocked 6 mins 53 seconds. VM's kinda fun.

I just blew all the money in my wallet (and a bit from Mong's wallet) to buy my first guitar. I have no past experiences with music, notes, whatever. I don't know how to read musical notes. I can't even play the recorder. My idea of music is picking up my earphones, sticking them into my ears and pressing the button on my iPod that looks like a triangular sign, occasionally using my thumb and circling the circle thing on my iPod. That's music to me.

Aye, I need to learn how to play a guitar. @ 16:03

Ha, I think this ad's really cool. I'm not talking about the product. It's just, funny. Esp the pineapple. Haha. And I can like, relate to the guy. Heh.


Melvin(Tng) is a really funny guy. I was talking to him about NS, deferment and all, him being in SAF himself.

CG+DX says:
u dunwan to defer then leave it
Jia Jie     | fighting on. says:
hm
CG+DX says:
any1 of them mad like u ? wanna go in asap like that
Jia Jie     | fighting on. says:
HAHA

I'm mad. Yay.

God bless. Bye. @ 21:47

Man, I feel like crap.

I'm down with flu from God-knows-where (I'm guessing it's the lousy weather), nursing a sore throat from the other night's night revival (it's been years since I had a sore throat) and I'm 75% sure that by the time I wake up tomorrow morning, I'll be burning with a at least 38 degrees celsius fever. And because I feel like crap, I can't do much other than lie on my bed with my handkerchief on my nose, sniffing away all the mucus that's threatening to flow out of my runny nose any moment. I'm pretty sure my mum's going to walk in any moment now and ask me why I'm crying.

I'm not crying, my nose is just trying to kill me, that's all.

The fact that I have a million other things to do right now isn't helping. I absolutely have to finish watching GOONG (I'm in the middle of the second last episode now) before school reopens, or else I shall never ever be able to finish it. I have to finish reading "My Story: A Child Called 'It', The Lost Boy and A Man named Dave" by Dave Pelzer (I've only managed to land my hands on the book recently) cause I've heard it was good. It's about this kid who got abused by his mother who rubbed shit (yes, real poop) all over his face and all.

And I really need to start of that list of never-ending tutorials. And there's still christmas to think about. I need a plan.

Aw man, the mucus's coming out again.

Bye.

[Edit]I have certain things I want to say to cetain people and certain things I have to be doing, but I kinda need time to sort out these thoughts that are whizzing through my mind right now.

Aye, this flu/sore throat/fever thing has certainly taken its toll on me. @ 22:14

Rewinding back to the nike expo sales, Roy and I made our way down to expo right after training. By the time I got there, my quads were aching like mad. I just felt like lying down somewhere and drifting away to lala-land.

By the time we got to hall 6B, I saw a small crowd. I thought, ah it's nothing. So little people. I was expecting truckloads of Singaporeans dying for cheap nike stuff. I started looking for Yuan Wen and Kenneth. By the time I found them, I changed my mind about the number of people there.





Once they gave the green light to enter the hall, all hell broke loose. Everyone started grabbing plastic bags and stuffing in them nike goods. Even the ones they didn't need. It was crazy. Some people bought like, truckloads of shoes. I mean truckloads. Literally.


And people started littering the floor with plastic covers.


You're supposed to be looking at the litter on the floor, not the woman. There's no way I would have purposelly snapped a photo of that woman.

The queue for the cashiers were crazy. Staff were working at a snail's pace while the queue was waiting. And like whoa, the queue was crazy. Some 30 mins into waiting in the queue we noticed that the initially 1 line queue now became 2.


And we thought hey, they opened some more cashiers. At least they anticipated the rush.

But we were wrong.


The red dot is where we were. The second line was merely a continuation of the queue that we're in. It just encircled the whole hall once and came back to us. And mind you, the hall was big.

Crazy. We spent almost like, 1 hr in the queue. I must say I was quite disappointed. I was looking for stuff to buy to run in, but all I found was:


this cap ($10)

and this polo ($20).
And I freaking waited a few hours for them.

How women can enjoy shopping will forever remain a mystery to me.


Eugene is weird. @ 21:55

I hate it when people don't respond. It's so irritating. You could talk about the whole world to them and some of them just sit there and grunt. Some of them don't even bother.

Irritating.

Today's night revival was amazing. I'm glad I made the decision. I initially didn't want to cos training and nike expo kinda knocked me out. Then something stupid happened and I started thinking nonsense. Then a voice spoke to me and the thought just came. I needed to go for the meeting.

Damn, I'm happy I went. I just felt super different. In a great way.

Great 3 hours, I'll say.

Next week for trainings, buy guitar and homework(zzZ).
Last week for NCC camp and finishing unfinished stuff.

Then school starts.

I'm feeling pretty mixed about school. Part of me wants school to start asap, and another part wants me to stay at home and sleep everyday. Like, screw school.

But every single part of me wants 2007 to be over asap so I'll be over and done with with the damn A levels AND I WILL ENLIST HAHAHHA. AND I SHALL BE FREE.

Ho ho. I'm so looking forward to enlistment. I must be one of a few crazy males in Singapore to be able to say that.

God bless. Bye.

[Edit] My legs are hurting like nuts now. @ 23:12

Legend ah. Damn powerful.

Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. @ 21:53

Things to do like, now.

1)CCA Bazaar Proposal.
2)Maclaurin's Power Series Expansion tutorial.
3)Integration tutorial.
4)Halogens tutorial.
5)Periodicity tutorial.
6)Current of Electricity tutorial.
7)Some Econs essay that I don't have the question to.
8)3 full GP papers.
9)Loads of AQ questions.

omggggggggggggggggggg.

[Edit] I met this guy in hoGc with a SAF Bands peak cap. Turns out he was the bass drum(or some durm) player in the 63/06 OCC POP last sat. Lol. Small world. @ 20:25

I just changed my blog add. Don't ask why, just felt like it.

I saw Hou De at the 63/06 OCC POP today. He was the senior sergeant major of the colour party. Will upload pics once I get them from WC's camera. The parade was amazingly cool.

I hate it when conversations are left hanging in the air. The silence can probably crush me alive. The fact that either parties just refuse to say anything doesn't really help much.

I seemed to be caught in a similar situation as I was before and I'm not exactly liking it. Need to clear my mind before making conclusions.

I just realised I've been blogging only on odd dates in the month of December.

Hah. @ 22:19

At some point of time in the chalet, meiping said she found it weird that her mum didn't call her throughout the course of the class chalet.

I would be freaking happy if my parents would stop bothering me once I'm out of the house.

Please don't get me wrong. My parents are great people. I'm thankful for the way they've brought me up up till now (double ups not an error). I'm thankful that they don't abuse or torture me at home. I'm thankful that they don't pamper and spoil me and make me into a spoilt brat, which I see plenty nowadays, even at my age. I'm thankful they don't make me do stupid things. I'm thankful they give me money to spend, a place to sleep in, food to eat and internet access.

But sometimes they just get bloody irritating.

When they want to know what I'm doing, where I am and who I'm with all the time, it gets downright irritating. It's not like I'll go outside to get myself killed, pick a fight with a gangster with purple dyed hair or find myself an ah-lian girlfriend. I mean, it's pretty obvious I'm not that dumb. I find that as long as I'm in one piece with a sane mind, I'm fine. Like dammit, I'm clever enough to know what's wrong and what's not.

Neither do I like it when they inflict their dreams/habits/traditions on me and disallow me to see the vastness of the outside world.

Like religion. Whoever thought that sons and daughters need to take on the same religion as their mothers and fathers needs to think again.
They want their son to be like, a doctor or a lawyer. I can't be a doctor for nuts- I can barely heal myself. I wanna be a soldier, I wanna be out there on the field, I wanna do things not many can do, I wanna be a leader among leaders.
But no, soldier got no money one.
Ok fine, I wanna study psychology then. My cousin's doing it and I kinda found it cool.
but no, psychology got no future one.

Ah screw it. I'm gonna be one of those anyway.

And I freaking hate it when my dad calls me to study.

Aye, you better study ah. Later you don't do well for As how? You're my only hope you know. Everyday go out play play play. Stay at home and study lah. You ah blah blah blah blah blah.

Like hell, I don't know when I should be studying. I did fairly well for my past 2 national exams and dammit, since when have I gotten shitty results that made a difference to my future?

Okay maybe I did, but that's not something they need to know. Never lor!

On another note, I'm on Mong's blog again! @ 20:48

[Edit] shit.

OK. So my plan didn't exactly go according to what I've planned. zZzz. @ 14:07

Leg pain. Pain. Pain.

6 months ago, running a half-marathon seemed impossible.

Not with God on your side.

Never mind the fact that my knee gave way at the 16km mark and I had to walk/run/limp all the way back and killing my timing in the process.

I'm going to do it again next year.

[Edit] Changed my wish list a bit. @ 20:26

the next 48 hrs are going to be extremely tiring. I shall blog about them when I get back.

Alive and kicking, I hope. @ 23:12