Really old liao

Wah..i cmi liao

Was feeling totally sleepy..gave in & went for some teh..and *poof*, gastric went from 5 to 7.5..it's a vicious cycle..feeling tired -> teh -> gastric -> feeling tired & lethargic -> teh -> .....

Throw in some stress - stress about my cats(think i've blabbered to anyone and everyone who spared me a min over the past 2 days), stress about work(never thot i'll say this..but weather isn't helping), stress about personal matters(not all mine), i'm half dead..or even three-quarters dead..

I blame it on old age..taking forever to recover from anything these days..late nites, stress, feasting, alcohol, aches, gastric..and this is why i declared i wanna live no more than 65 yrs..imagine going to play for 1 day, and then spending the next 5 days trying to recover..

I'm going to say my fave phrase..i need to hibernate..

Thanks..

To all those who remembered..never fail to amaze me..how some people can remember my bd even though i see them like, maybe once a year..i, for one, has the very bad habit of 'out of sight, out of mind'

and two, certain things, despite being told 2 million times..i can just never get into my brain, for eg, is it 5th or 6th of Jan? is it Building or is it Estate Management?

Had a peaceful bd..compared to last 2 years when i was working through the nite/lying ill on my bed..At the grand old age of 32, i think it's good enough..

Happy Birthday ZXL!

Adventures of Little Brownie

My name is Little Brownie..i guess it's cos i'm little and i'm brown in colour(so much for my owner's creativity..)

After i was born in a factory in Japan, I was packed and shipped to a shopping centre somewhere in Singapore with a cinema on the 7th level.

One fine day, i was playing with my brothers and sisters on the shelf as usual when someone who looks like me, also little, also chocolate colour, picked me up and exclaimed, 'Ohh look, so cute!' This chocolate lady pinched my face a litte, tickled me a little, while someone else less chocolately, more pinky looked on..this person doesn't look too impressed..

Chocolate lady continued to play with me and for a while, i got excited at the thought of having a new home. Alas, she put me down, patted me on my head and went away..so sad..

A couple of days later..the pinky friend appeared..she walked past me a few times..threw a few glances at me and my siblings then walked away..few minutes later, pinky friend reappeared..she looked at me with a quizzical look on her face and kept mumbling to herself 'is it this one? oh no cant remember..'

After a few moments of deliberation, pinky friend picked me up, paid for me and walked out of the shop -Oh, I am going to have a new owner! and i thought pinky friend wasn't so fond of me..

Pinky friend brought me home..took me out and mumbled somemore 'i hope u're the right one..if not, u can be my cats' new toy' NOOOOOOOO way...

I was transferred into a nicer paper..with a piece of good-looking note..and then pinky friend took me for a van ride..i got thrown about and squashed a fair bit during the journey but pinky friend didnt' seem to notice or care..i dun think i like this pinky friend very much..

After wat seemed like eternity, i was scooped out of the van and ta-da! it's chocolate lady in front of me! She seemed really happy to see me, though she kept pressing on my face, 'just trying to rearrange the face a bit,think it got squashed in the van ' she explained..Oh she noticed..i'm beginning to like this chocolate lady more than the pinky friend..

Tat night, i went home with chocolate lady..this time i really think i have a new owner..& it felt good..

So there you have it..my first adventure..

Signed,
Little Brownie

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I cant believe it..i've become one of those people who are more tired after a trip..

Too much beer..too little sleep(trying to catch sunrise rem?)..too many meals at strange timings..a lost(& found) bike..a strange student..a packed schedule(for my standards)left me with low energy levels..throw in a bout of gastric and i'm pretty much a goner..

Actually if i were to pinpoint the 'killer culprit' for this state of mine..it was the movie date..it has been long-planned and i was really quite looking foward to it..a 930pm show, after a long day..with the full knowledge that i need to wake up at 630 the next morning, is asking for it..yes i know..i have no one to blame but myself..but hey, i think it was pretty worth it..heh

Again..i have many many thoughts running through my mind lately..another contribution to my tired-ness..

I think i'm beginning to sprout nonsense..so i should stop here..let me rearrange my schedule..my thoughts..oh, and my trip photos..

Back from Cambodia..

After all the many attempts to catch the sunrises and sunsets at Cambodia(including waking up at 4ish am for 2 mornings) with barely any results..other than a 'glimpse'(catchword of the trip) here & there..i came back to singapore just a tad disappointed..

And what do u know..just as i was finishing a lesson at the western part of sg..i found myself staring at a splendid sunset..

Like wat they say..watever you're looking for..could just be found in your very own backyard..

Life's Simple Pleasures

#541 - To meet someone new who seemed interesting enough to be a friend

#542 - To be able to lie down on the field of Marina Barrage with the new friend and admire the kites in the twilight

Life's Simple Pleasures

#248 - Have a good game of table tennis

Yep, went to play tt today..one of the few times in recent years i played it..i still get a high from playing tt quite unlike the high i get from playing other sports..like badminton or tennis..& despite the fact tat i'm constantly surrounded by people who run(& run)..i never really got a high from running(i do it mostly cos i know it's one of the best form of cardio exercise)


Dunno is it that i play tt less often, so i appreciate it more(though i watched a lot of it at one point in time)..or i can play the game better so i enjoy it more(not so true now since i'm far from my peak)..or the company i have when playing tat makes me happy(i'm quite selective with who i play tt with)


One thing is for sure, the skills of my playing partner does not really matter..for i remember one of my best game was played in this dingy sports hall, with rented bats & balls..with someone who can only play 'baby balls'..


Today i played with people whom i haven't played with for years..donkey years..but 2 rallies later, it feels like i'm transported back to the days when i was still a young and naive student(ha!)