Roger Out..

Sadly, for the second time in a row..i have to say that..

Still a little upset about the results..shall blog more about it after i finish mourning..

'Life's short..i'll take all the joy i can..'

~ Anna from Pinoy Sunday

2 Fat Men

Was out with twink(noo, the blog title is not referring to us) at the famous bak chor mee place..and of cos i ordered..the prawn mee..Ok, that's so not the point.

We then walked down the stretch, past a pub, eyed that the tv screen was on Mio, showing some not-exciting-at-all football games..and i did what i had to do - pushed twink to the pub staff and got her to convince them to change channel to Wimbledon..

It worked and we wasted no time in 'choping' the table right in front of the tv screen(we realised, only much later, that we had taken a table for 6 pax) The next 3 hours were spent staring at the screen, listening to commentary via twink's iphone(see, i'm starting to be partial towards smartphones) while knocking back a couple of beers..

Life's not too bad..

n.b. 2 Fat Men was the name of the pub we were at; decent food(according to reviews), good selection of beer and best of all, nett prices. Hmm..now that We2 and someone have been struck off the list for 'wimbledon hosting rights', this place seems like a good alternative..

Wimbledon

After the French Open..came the somewhat anti-climax Sg Open..and now, Wimbledon season is upon us..

Let me see..where shall i catch the games? Anyone offering? Wei? We2? Someone?

Hmm..when will i get to catch Wimbledon live at..well, Wimbledon?

The Last Train

Met up with WeWe and Pizza for dinner at KTM the other day..Gosh, was the place crowded..

I guess everyone is there for 'one last look'(fyi, KTM will be no-more come 1 Jul)..u know they're here not just for the beehoon goreng(0.5's fave) or mee soto(the other 0.5's fave) when every other person is holding a camera in their hands and snapping away..

My recent memories of KTM: supper with ssc folks..supper with cycling folks..supper with ys/rq..u get the picture..oh, and once, catching the world cup(albeit on a very snowy screen) with someone..

Sad to say..my somewhat fuzzy recollection of my experience actually onboard the train is not-too-flattering(uncomfortable seats, unpredictable schedules, etc). To be fair, i've not taken the train for eons and recent anecdotal talk seemed to indicate some improvements over the years..

So despite the train station being a mere 5 mins walk away, it was never really in my consideration as a mode of transport up north. Though I like the idea of having it at my backyard(literally), just as people like having a gym/pool in the condo, never mind that they don't ever use them..

I did make an attempt some 2 months back to catch the train to Danga Bay..but someone had checked the outdated schedule and when we were the ticket counter, we realised the earlier train left 4 hours ago and the next train is not for the next 5 hours..

More than once, friends have asked me this question : Can i hear the train from my place? My answer? I cannot say for sure(i could have been imagining things for all i know), but i thought i could hear the trains while lying on my bed at night when i was younger, much younger of cos..

I guess in a way, trains have that old-world romance to them..y'know..the classic scene where a person runs after the train as it pulls out of the station..where his/her loved one, face and palms pressed against the window, looks back..often with tears flowing down the cheeks. I had actually witnessed first-hand, quite a few of such scenes overseas, not as drama of cos, but heart-rending nonetheless. Running after a plane(not quite realistic) or a taxi(too common an ocurrence to have any significance) just doesn't have the effect..

So..go on..catch the train for one more time..while you still can..
The crowd looking on as the night train prepares for its departure (the train is somewhere in the middle of the photo..sorry for the lousy pic - taken with my lao kok phone)

Puke-on-demand

I dunno whether to be impressed or disgusted with myself..

For some reason i was feeling a little unwell earlier in the day..dunno is it cos of wat i ate..or how much i ate..or just generally unwell..

As i was waiting for my student, i started to feel the urge to puke..i tried to suppress it and actually lay down inside my van to see if i can get the urge to 'go away'..at one point, my hair even stood on ends(it usually means something serious for me)

Shortly after, my student turned up..and i forced myself to be a bit more perky(wat to do - 6 yrs old boy with 'issues')..survived the first 20mins..then the boy needed a toilet break. Mom took him..and during this 5 mins break, i actually allowed the urge to surface and 2 moments later, i puked..big time..

Just as i was wiping my mouth, my student came back. And i continued with the session as if nothing happened.

When the session was up, and i was done sending them off(with a smile no less), i threw up again.

Done puking, i drove myself back home.

Pattern more than badminton

Here i am..watching badminton..where players stretch, leap, dive..for a cock..i feel tired just by watching..

Yes, yours truly is rather tired too..having played tennis and table tennis consecutively, for 3 consecutive days..haven't been playing so 'intensively' for a while.. Now my right shoulder is feeling damn sore(even sore-er than the i-give-up-treating-it left shoulder) from all the whacking of balls..big ball and small ball..and the legs, oh the lactic acid buildup from chasing balls and children..and of cos cycling(tats my regular job)..BUT i like it..haha..i'm even 2 shades darker now(din get so dark from work..)

In the middle of typing this, i got distracted by a cry or rather, a yelp..a player stared, somewhat disbelievingly, at her racket..as though the racket had done something wrong(rather than the player holding it)

Think i've mentioned it in some previous entry..the raw emotions on the athletes' faces..to me, tat's the attraction of watching sports live in acton..A pump of fist in the air when a smash lands right on the line..the look of exasperation when the cock just tips over the net into the wrong side of the court..the determined face when facing 5 match points down..The expressions are just so genuine, so spontaneuos..

I may not be playing sports at an elite level..but I do think doing sports is one of the rare times when i can get rather expressive(running being an exception since i'm usually too breathless to talk during a run) Talking to myself, talking to my racket..i'm guilty as charged..