*bloop*

sure you do. lotsa people do. But then i’ve decided that since friendster supports RSS feeds, i’ll just feed my regular blog to friendster. oh every now and then (this is a now and then period), I’ll stick something in friendster, which usually I lock out on Livejournal (after I’ve done some cuts and splices that is!)

I have a slight stiff neck, my earlobes smart and my shoulders too. Wakeboarding with the guys was AWESOME. I said I was going to get some air this time, and I did. Ed the instructor/boatman, was as usual excellent. My third time riding and he’s teaching me air. He warned me however that this is when the fun begins BUT it’s when you get hurt the most. Hence the stiff neck. I executed a small leap that was supposed to take me from (my weaker) toe-side to the the middle of the wake directly behind the boat. First I had to get used to riding toe-side, since I ride goofy (my master leg is in front) that’ll mean riding on the port side. That was quite the thing, and my most valuable lesson for the day. Ed was telling me that my posture was pretty fucked up early on in the day, once I realised that I had to keep my chest and hips in line and moving as one in the intended direction, everything took off from there! (pun intended!)

So I rode on heel side a little, getting used to riding again, pick up speed, slow down, come into the wake, out, and finally just riding the wake. Up,down, up,down, up, down…. then the crossing over and finally how to lean out, pick up speed, round out the power bend, come back in hit the wake as perpendicular as I can and *pop* AWESOME!! So initially, I tried to launch from atop the wake and promptly face planted on landing. I got told off nicely for that, “too advanced, don’t try to launch yet, just stiffen out and come in slow.” Call me retarded, I couldn’t get the come in slow part, but I did lay off the launches. So instead of landing in the middle of the wake, I managed to clear the wake and hit the second one on the starboard side. Wheeeeeeee! The feeling was bloody marvellous. We took videos but I haven’t decoded them yet, besides, E got a little seasick looking through the lens so he didn’t capture me “flying.” Next time! At least I managed to get 3 more guys hooked to the sport! YAY! So the rest of my time on the board was spent trying to fly, and land properly. The second last time I flew I landed tip in the water, hooked it and somersaulted. Ed said, “You remember the guy I told you about who burst his ear drum?” Yes? “Well that was exactly how it happened, fortunately you had the instinct to turn your head in….” Hence my stiff neck on one side. At first when i tried to jump, I chickened out quite a bit, coming out of my comfort zone of just riding on heel side was tough. But then I told myself, “Screw it. I’m out here to learn and to have fun and if I wipeout, so I wipeout! If I get hurt I get hurt… LET’S GET HURT!” Very smart of me! Awesome!! wheeeeeeeeeee! So I managed to get air. I’m so frickin’ happy.

I’ve been hanging out with M, E, Emm, and P quite a bit the last 2 weeks. E just POP-ed from BMTC so he’s on leave for a while. Come Monday he goes to OCS. It’s been excellent, friends are certainly wonderful aren’t they? Emm took some shots as I was attempting all my jumps and some how they came together almost perfectly. The following pics are not in sequence chronologically but they look grrrrrrrrrr-eat!

Laptop’s running out of batts but more on this later! wheeeeeeeeeeee!

feelin’: accomplished

saturday going you know?

whip out the cam, the sunblock and the noseplugs. it’s time for face plants, and pain! Where can I borrow a video cam from? Oooooh YEH!!! let’s see if I can land this time!

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

oh. and i sold my wifi card. some sod bought it for 90 bucks. i bought it brand new for 80. i think the shop sold me at the wrong price.

Bought the silly PalmOne WiFi SDIO card for my Treo yesterday believing that the stupid hack from Shadowmite might work. Actually it did work. What I failed to realise was that this was the typical American who hacks away with brute force. Sheesh. No bloody finesse. The hack made the WiFi work for the Treo¹ but it killed the GPRS functionality for the Blazer web browser function AND it buggered the Bluetooth function. I can’t have that can I? I’m already driving on the brink of a cliff wall when I sms with this phone² while driving. Anyways it doesn’t really work very well. The crap that I had to go through included the following:

• unannounced and unwarranted resets. (and sometimes i didn’t even touch the stupid thing)
• it crashes like crazy
• it wouldn’t detect my wireless AP even if I was sitting right in front of it
• it wouldn’t register changes in the SSID
• sometimes it registered changes
• sometimes it worked

So the bottomline is, go ahead and get the fucking hack from Shadowmite if a) you don’t need bluetooth
b) you don’t use GPRS
c) you don’t mind fucking around with your Palm Treo

That is to say, if you treat your Treo like a fracking toy and not a tool. Americans! BAH!

So what happened? I lost about a month’s worth of calender data, because coupled with this shit that happened, my stupid laptop has problems recognising USB shit. Go figure, it’s Windows. Not much got lost, some unimportant numbers which I managed to get back and a weeks worth of calender data for future appointments. I remember them so “mehhh!” (frick. I smell bacon, ham and eggs and I haven’t gotten out of bed since I woke up at 12! haha. I was working on my laptop in bed last night.) Now I’m selling the silly WiFi card on Yahoo Auctions. SOMEONE PLEASE BUY IT! FRICK! >:/

I have this massive blister the size of a 5 cent coin which I woke up with. It’s the stupid new SAF New Balance shoes that I bought. I used them in the gym yesterday. I only had a short workout. It was kind of an experimental workout for me, short because I had to meet Chris at Bedok to buy the 42″ Plasma TV for the office. *drool* I get to set it up with the presentations that are going to be on it. yippee. I guess I just have to get used to the stupid shoes. Tried the rowing machine yesterday, it’s a fantastic workout if you don’t mind looking like an idiot. I don’t it’s a farking good workout. And you burn calories like mad. The back and arms get a pretty decent workout! I swear!!

3779m in 15mins

average watts per hour

calories per hour

time per 500 m

Random Pics from my phone

premiums!

walking Lego Star Wars AT-AT walker

this guy has a sense of humour.

¹ Apparently Palm caved in to the bitching of the American mobile telephony companies.
It seems that if WiFi were enabled, it’d mean that telcos can’t charge their slaves
addicts apparently unseemingly unwitting “customers,” thousands of dollars a year racked
up in GPRS packet data. Not to mention GPRS data plans and perhaps even PCMCIA cards for laptops and
other various accessories!

2: Think tiny QWERTY keyboard
Wordsworth was probably high on opium again. Wheee!

Daffodils

I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
- William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

mood: content

Brilliant indeed. I was reading this to Gabs last night. We read some other ones but this one really stood out. Blake brilliant here. And it struck the right chord. Isn’t it brilliant too, what the "Del" key does? Hee hee.

<pre>
<b>A Poison Tree</b>

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water’d it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil’d the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch’d beneath the tree.

  — William Blake
</pre>

Someone stole my apple!

So anyways after leaving the office last night I popped over to Nav’s to return him his iPod Shuffle. Apparently he hurt himself at the gym coz some chick went "Boo!" to her boyfriend who was just behind Nav. Nav was in the midst of raising 30kg dumbells to do his flys. The effect was that he dropped the dumbells on his hips and wrenched his shoulders and his wrist. Then he called me and blamed me. "If I was plugged into my iPod I wouldn’t have been hurt!" He was kidding. After Nav’s I went and said a quiet prayer. Then it all went away today. So that was it.

Went to the office early today, set up the machines and got to know the new assistant over coffee. Afterwhich I went to collect premiums from a client and headed down to Esplanade. I got a call from Ramli who told me that Fendi was performing at the concert hall. It’s this Lunchbox thing that happens on the last Tuesday of the month. It was good! Munir was playing the guits and generally the band was cohesive. Excellent! I went to the gym after that.

At the gym I met this guy who I recognised as my junior in secondary school. He’s a PE teacher and get this: he’s the one that engaged the company that does the outdoor camps that I instruct at. The next time they want this camp done, they’ll request specifically for US! Hah! is that like awesome or what? I’m now at Balaclava waiting for N and A, and Ramli to arrive.

Sigh. Things have been mixed today and generally good. My mind’s clear and my prayer’s answered. It’s all good once I decided that little people and little things only make up white noise. Irritating but inconsequential. Patience is a skill that’s hard to prefect but it’s worth it! I’m in a good mood. What did Freddie Mercury sing? "Don’t stop me now….I’m Mr Farenheit…." Wheeeeeeee!

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2005-08-17 17:20:00
Current mood: horny
Current music: Queen - Bicycle Race

I went to Border’s last night after Manoj postponed his appointment with me from 1900 to 2100. Actually I had arrived just on time and was waiting at Starfuck’s at Liat Towers. I had just sat down with my green tea when he sent word that he’ll be late. So anyways I was at Borders. And I walked over to the travel section and saw this discovery guide on Canada. Flipped through it and when images of Calgary, Banff and the Rockies came up, I surprised myself and teared uncontrollably. I miss Calgary.

Been trying to wake up early the last 2 days. Woke up at 7 plus, breakfast and then carry on with my day. Not too bad actually. I got a lot more done in a sense. But I still haven’t found business for this month. Sigh. A’s been postponing like mad, but I guess she can’t help it, she’s a journalist. Gotta call her again later.

Went to the gym on Monday to follow through on that workout I did on friday. Started with cardio again, and took lots of breaks in between my giant sets. Looks like I can do heavier weights now, i’m quite happy. Then I went again yesterday, I guess it was coz I was really ansty from not smoking. It’s been 65 hours. I did about 30 mins on the bike but i cranked it up to level 13 instead of my usual 10 and did the hill routine again. Again, lotsa breaks but I did a slower/lower workout routine. Dropped my weights by about 60% and did 5 reps of 10 each for each exercise. Not bad, I say. Dosed up on my Endurox and then my L-Glutamine later that night. I went to the office at about 2300 and stayed till 0500. I was trying to get the stupid network up again. Sigh.

Does anyone have MS Windows Server 2000? Please??

Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen
Oh you gonna take me home tonight
Oh down beside that red firelight
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin’ world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me

I’ve been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen ev’ry blue eyed floozy on the way
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time

Oh won’t you take me home tonight?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round

Hey listen here
Now your mortgages and homes
I got stiffness in the bones
Ain’t no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me
Now get this

Oh you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round

Get on your bikes and ride

Oooh yeah them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Yeah yeah yeah
Fat bottomed girls
Yes yes

I was looking through some old pics of my time in Calgary. Sigh.

my car before i ripped the dash out.

my car after i ripped the dashboard out

another shot of the car with the dashboard ripped out

one summer we rented a huge assed truck awesome!

standing on a lake in late winter

shot of a dried out old stump. took then when i took a camping trip up into the mountains.

the temperature outside one summer. 44C

Yesterday I was so bored I popped into Jurong point to see if I could take a look at SDIO WiFi cards for my Treo. Found the CyberActiv shop that was willing to let me test. It didn’t work. So I came home, got mum and picked up G for dinner. At Jurong Point nonetheless. This time I was armed with the hack. Apparently Treo didn’t put in any WiFi drivers because the cellphone carriers were bitching that if WiFi were supported then they couldn’t charge exorbitant prices for GPRS services. Fucked up isn’t it? Yes it is. But someone found a hack. And he goes by the name of Shadowmite. So anyways I installed it the software and went back to the shop, despite the fact that the stupid made in china box said, for windows CE devices only. Stubborn me. It didn’t work.
So after I dropped the folks home, I went to meet Emm. Calvin came along after a while but as usualy didn’t talk much. Oh well. Maybe it’s me. I wanted to recruit him but couldn’t find the opportunity. Dean called Emm and popped down as well. It’s been yonks since I’ve seen Dean! So anyways, we somehow got on the topic of Land Rover Defenders and then we all three started babbling about it. (Cal left). Our plans when we get one each and what we’re gonna do with it. So fun!
I want my Landy Dammit!

Current Mood: bored

People have been asking me so much about my workout routine, I’ve decided to make it sort of a permanent feature. Here is ONE of my workouts. This was the one that I started out with initially got me from average to hunk. Haha.

SuperSets
What are Super sets? Google “supersets” and you’ll find a myriad of articles and web pages professing what are and what are not supersets. Some are plain silly, some make sense, and some are a hodge podge of ideas. I took my ideas of Supersets from a copy of Men’s Health (the American one), that I read way way way back in 1990. This was the one with Mark Findlay on the cover and had him demonstrating the supersets. It was an awesome article and I’m pretty sure I have it around somewhere (lying in the dust at home.) I read the article over and over and over and I’m pretty sure I have it down pat. The article called for 2 or 3 exercises for the same muscle group, mostly done in isolation. But I digress.

Supersets give you very fast growth and great cut (that ripped look), if you stay loyal to the plan. But that’s a given… you have to be rather disciplined yet flexible. A superset to me is a set of 2 or more exercises for each muscle group with really really light weights. I started with dumbells of 2.5kg only and barbells of 5kg. LEAVE YOUR EGO OUTSIDE THE GYM!! A single set consists of 15-12-10-8 reps, sometimes you might want to do 18-15-12-10 but that’s rather time consuming. But you can see the pattern. Eventually you’d want to do at least 2 sets and perhaps even double your weights. But I daresay by the time you double your sets, you’d have hit your plateau, and you’d have to change your routine. I change my routine every 2-3 months.

Sets
These are the combinations I generally use, but bear in mind that I have a bad back so I tend to avoid those that tax my back excessively. The stuff in brackets might be a worthy text book exercise, and please use your brains, don’t be overdoing your sets if you can’t take it. LISTEN TO YOUR BODY! Some things are meant to be done on alternate days.

• calf raises, hamstring curls
• leg extensions, seated leg presses (squats)
• bench press, incline press, chest flys or cable flys
• bench press, decline press, chest flys or cable flys
• lat pull downs, lat rows, bent over rows
• lateral raises, front raises, dumbell shoulder presses
• barbell curls, over hand barbell curls, dumbell curls

There.

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Together Forever 12″ Mix - Rick Astley

I decided to flush my Treo along with my desktop backups and archives. I’ve been using the same files and .prc files since I had my Handspring Visor Deluxe (gawd. That’s so ancient).

Hmm… I had a Handspring Visor Deluxe(2 sets actually…2000-2002),

Handspring Edge (2002-2003),

then I pilfered Grace’s Palm Tungsten T (2003-2004),

then my PalmOne Treo 600 (Oct 2004-apr2004)

and now my PalmOne Treo 650! :p

Anyways, now that I’ve reminicsed enough… the bloody zero out procedure is insane!

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Zero Out Reset

If you want your handheld to remain in factory state, stop here. If you want to restore data to your device, follow the steps for recovering after a hard reset (a zero out reset is a special type of hard reset).

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speaking of insane… here’s a link to an INSANELY huge pic. Click at your own risk. I use Opera and I had to scale it down to 30%.

Then I came across this article on Reverse Bluetooth DUN. Funk-eh! But it doesn’t bloody farking work dammit. I can’t get my BlueTooth to work on my laptop and I SUSpect it’s this shit that IBM put in their Thinkpads. Sigh. Time to FLUSH my thinkpad.
Fuck. I’m really tired now. I’ve been dicking with CB bluetooth for the last 2 hours. So. Hmm. Quick overview.

Stupid bitch in a bright red swift, sporting (rather proudly I must add) 2 brand spanking new P plates, managed to swerve across 2 lanes and nearly rammed my car. Bitch. She’s deaf as well as having the wonderful ability to drive with horse blinders. Bitch. Sigh. Whatta day. It started out alright. Went for brekkie with G. Went to see the Doc for my lymph node swells. Took a full blood test thingy. 2 vials of blood. I think at least 50mls! Didn’t hurt lah. Then talked to Doc about quitting smoking, AND asked about my scraping knee cap. Too long a story. Then since I was at the Ubi area I stopped in at Kah Motors to see if I could talk to someone about the Hybrid. They stopped selling them. Go figure. Bah.

So off to the office I went. That was ok until the evening. I had only packed 1 policy to go!! I have 2 more. So with 30 mins to go before my next appointment, my stupid program crashes and I find that the secretary only scanned in 24 of 25 pages. SO I have to created that last page again. Only I have to log out and log into the admin account and change the dates, start the quotation program, enter the data and print the page. AND the stupid machine I’m at takes 3 fucking mins to load bloody Adobe Acrobat. Dammit. Sigh. So off to my appointment. Then the bitch incident occurs. Then my 9 pm appointment postpones. argh.

Current Mood: crazy
Current Music: Lush 99.5FM

My lymph nodes are swelling again. This time, I have 4 swellings at the base of my skull and the back of my neck. Particularly the one on the right. It’s giving me a migraine. Ow. Coupled with a bad tummy for the last 2 or 3 days, I’m miserable.

Edgy, frustrated and miserable. The edginess could be that I’m seriously cutting down *bleep*. I’ve a new strategy, I go cold turkey for X hours, then when I break, the next time I go cold turkey it’ll be X times 2 hours. Long process but it seems to be working. I just had my first *bleep* in 12 hours. Sigh. I’m tired and hungry all the time now, I think it’s coz of the lymphatic infection.

Listening to this song, on a paltry, dreary afternoon such as this brings me somehow back to my PL days with the rest of the gang. All we did was spend time together as a PLC, watching movies, eating chicken rice at Far East, and planning, planning, planning. We had so many ideas, so many laughs, so many dramas between us. Over the years we grew to respect and care for each other a lot. It’s been over a decade and a half now, and the original crew has fragmented down to just Allan, Arden, Peter, ZiCong and Peter. ZiCong wasn’t a Scout but he was part of the family at the time. I remember once we went out after school, on one of those half days or something. We were traipsing along at Yaohan at Plaza Singapura after lunch or something. What we were doing there, I don’t remember but I think we were headed to the old underpass. We were laughing our asses off over some joke or other, and behaving like the typical noisy schoolboys that we were. We must’ve garnered some frowning faces from the adults around us at the time, they must’ve particularly frowned on ZiCong coz he was wearing his Prefect badge, Pete was wearing his Class Rep badge I think…. actually I think Arden wasn’t there but Jack was and everyone had a class rep, prefect or ava badge of sorts. I had the asst class rep badge. haha! Anyways, I think we were acting like clowns and I was going on and on (to Allan), “Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Wo Yao!” Like a spoilt brat, and Allan was playing the dutiful, heartlander mother who was going berserk, Oriental Emporium style, and smacking her child (me). I think ZiCong was playing dad or something and we were just cracking up. (You’ve seen scenes like that I’m sure at your local Oriental Emporiums, haha!) So we were walking and behaving badly when ZiCong knocked into the mannequin, he turned around and went, “Oh. Sorry!” The mannequin was still rocking. We cracked up again. I’ll never forget that.

We met up again the other day, for dinner. Allan and his wife Debbie, Pete, ZiCong and a JiaHuan (their NTU friend). We had memories galore. We’re always reminicsing in a way or another, though not to as much a degree as I do. It was good.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Baby Can I Hold You - Tracy Chapman