Last post of the year

Just going to fire off a short post before going out to do the obligatory countdown. ^_^

Don't normally disclose more personal thoughts but, anyway, thoughts for the past year. Hmm. Most important thing learnt: I am my own worst enemy. Resolutions. Be a better person, really try to do something constructive and useful and don't be another rotting leech. I know it's hard, but that's why we have words like "try".

Also learnt the profound greed and evil of mankind. Crude oil, it just really seem to boil down to this - who has it, who doesn't, and what we do with it. Climate change, destruction of the environment, wide-scale extinction of other species, corruption and poverty. The next time you go to the gas station, ponder where it comes from. Go google 'Nigeria delta human rights abuse' and see what a wonderful job Shell is doing in that area. Basically, they are just dumping the posionous residues into the waterways, leaving behind huge stinking tarry scars across the land, and killing the native people there because they have no other water to drink but from the tainted sources. And all this is done in the name of cutting costs. Go google 'Ken Saro-wiwa'. A man died for speaking out against Shell. They may as well have murdered him. And it is still going on today, right this very moment. Think about that.

Sometimes, it is all so despairing. It does seem that the very nature of man is evil and base.

And then, youtube brings up something that is slightly...different. I know this is old, but I only recently came upon this.

Paul Potts. A man with no belief in himself, who showed up in a cheap suit, world-weary and beaten, to...sing opera.

And sing, he does. He is no Pavarotti, but still, it gives me the shivers to hear him sing.

And even though it may not seem like much, it gives me hope that maybe there is something good and beautiful in us after all.

Good bye 2007. Hello 2008.

Happy new year. ^^

Heavy Metal Guy - Ep. 2 - Big Money

gotta love the hair and voice!

Thai food prank

bang bang boogie~~ ^^ this is really old, but you gotta love "bang bang boogie and don't stop the boogie"!

Indian Horse Stunt

This has got to be the best stunt ever. God-like. The intense look on his face, priceless. ^____^

牛仔很忙 - Jay Chou - 周杰伦 - 我很忙

Just love the opening. Oh la la~ haha. enjoy. ^^

hyperglo, this one's for you.

Cat on two feet

This is just not right. No matter how cute you look, it's just wrong for a cat to be on two feet.

Evolution Of Dance

Lol. Very funny, very clever. Ice, ice baby and MC hammer, anyone? ^^

It's Christmas!

Since it's Decemeber, here's something a little Christmasy. This left me speechless the first time I saw it. ^^

post 50. Xing Yi Quan 形意拳

Ah. For post 50, let's try to make it slightly more interesting and relevant, to me at least. ^^

So, a few of you may have recently heard me getting all excited and blabbing non-stop about "xing yi", and you all thought it was over a girl. Hmmmm. What does that say about me? Lol.

No, no, no. "Xing yi" is most definately not a girl. It's a form of Chinese internal martial arts (IMA), with the three most commonly-known being taiji quan, bagua zhang and xingyi quan. Although it's hard to ascertain, xingyi is most commonly acknowledged to be the oldest, yet also the simplest. It is said to be based on spear fighting, and is hence characterised by linear movements and explosive power.

So what makes xingyi different from karate or shaolin, two other commonly-known schools of martial arts that seem to share the same characteristics? Let me try my inadequate best to enlighten you, little grasshopper. ^^

Xingyi is a Chinese martial arts, and at the core of Chinese martial arts, is the concept of adhering, or sticking to your oppenent to control and neutralise his attacks. This can also be seen in the Indonesian fighting arts as trapping, which is not that surprising, as the Chinese and Indonesians clashed a lot when they first encountered each other. It's not surprising that they will learn from each other's systems, although the native Indonesians seem to have assilmated the Chinese concept of adhering better than their counterparts, who seem to have failed to pick up the concept of angles and timing of stick-fighting from the Indonesians. (It seems that way to me at least. I could be entirely wrong. I have woefully inadequate experience so take everything I say with a pinch of salt. ^^)

Hence, the main difference between xingyi and karate would seem to be the concept of adhering, which requires a degree of sensitivity. Karate seems to have gone off on another tangent to focus more on developing power, whereas although xingyi also stresses power, at higher levels, it requires sensitivity. That is why xingyi also incorporates push-hands to develop the required sensitivity to react to and control your opponent's movements. Yes, it is like taiji, in that sense. I was quite surprised to hear of xingyi students pushing hands with taiji students at first, but it makes sense in the end, if you think about it.

Another difference, that differentiates xingyi from both shaolin and karate would be the method of power generation. Here, I am going to borrow some terms from Chiron, who explained it quite well. The below is an abridged version of his explaination.

There are only so many ways to produce power, namely power generation, power stealing, and power conservation. Power generation relays on muscular power, and incorporates hip action for powerful punches or fast whipping of the hands. Power stealing is making use of other forces that you yourself do not produce to increase the strenght of your punch. This would involve the use of weight shifting and gravity, such as the drop step in boxing, as well as good use of timing and distance - swinging a punch such that your oppenent runs into it is a good way to increase the wham factor ^^. Power conservation involves the use of good structure. Rigid structures (bone) transmit forces better floppy structures (muscles). Here we have a bit of physics involved now. For every force, there is an equal and opposite reaction force. Every time you strike, an equal force goes into the ground. If there is good structure between the striker and the ground, power conservation approaches perfection. Ergo, try swinging a punch underwater, it's like hitting with straws. Poor structure also explains why huge men can punch so weakly, as energy bleeds away through poorly aligned joints and muscles.

Chiron then goes on to give an awesome example which I think makes a lot of sense. Remember those palm strikes where you see this guy place his hand on another, and without any discernable movement suddenly throw the guy out? Well, Chiron gives a pretty logical explaination: "What is going on physically is a slight rise in your center of gravity that is allowed to fall (the distance can be so small as to be almost imperceptible). The weight, the energy is allowed to fall and bounce up through the contact with the ground (which must be the heels) down the bones into the contact hand. It is essentially stealing a very small amount of power and then transmitting it through very good structure. With bad structure, you get nothing at all and wind up pushing with muscle. Different feel."

And that is the main difference between xingyi and other IMA, and karate and shaolin. Now you know why they always emphasise relaxing in traditional IMA? ^^ There's another reason, but that's another day.

Anyway, some video clips to pretty up the post.

Here is a very good explaination of the principles of xingyi. Attacking the center line, just like wing chun. Also, note what he says about structure and the spirals within the linear movements -"seeking the curve within the straight" as they frequently say in the taiji classics starting to make some sense now? ^^ Don't be surprised that the man is black. Rudy Curry Junior is a good teacher. And these days, the ones who are willing to put in the hard work are the foreigners, and not the Chinese.

A clip of the five element fists, which is the basic core of xingyi. Each fist gives rise to another, and at the same time is the counter to a certain fist. Note the power generation. I especially like the pi and the zuan.

A clip of the linking form of the five element fists.

So why am I so excited about xingyi? It's the entire reason for my going back to Singspore for two months. How else am I going to endure two months there? ^^

random note

Why don't they make movies like Gattaca anymore?

The proliferation of my blog-writing is inversely related to my happiness level. Most of the time. ^^

Sigh. Supp-ing all the way to year 4. >_<

Anyone figured out why I number some posts and leave others unnumbered? There is a reason behind the madness, i promise you. Hehehe...

currently reading

been gorging myself on books. finshed 4 books in 2 days, and felt a bit sick after that. must be because i forgot to eat and drink. lol.

Pact of the Fathers, Ramsey Campbell

billed as a psychological horror story, found this book a sleeper. yawn. something to do with secret soceities and the naughty deals the almost exclusively-male members made with each other in their youth. seemed promising. but found it hardly thrilling. characters and motivation were not really believable. like i said, a dozer.

The Kaisho, Eric Van Lustbader

ah. a lustbader book always offers the promise of sex, violence and more sex. why did i borrow it? was craving a trashy read, and this book did not fail to deliver. was not as twisted as the guy who wrote LA Confidential, but still, hmmmm, some parts were quite disturbing. what is it about the twisted things we do to each other that is so replusive and yet compelling?

the equivalent of the B-grade horror movie, The Kaisho follows the adventures of Nicholas Linnear, a half-Japanese, half-American ninja, who also happens to be the last of a mystical tribe with super psychic powers. told you it was trashy ^^. character developement is almost non-existent, or at least, I feel nothing for any of the main characters. borrowed it because of the lure of martial arts, but japanese martial arts is quite laughable to me nowadays. too stiff. i mean, yes, hands as tough as stone sound really cool, but, hmmm, i dunno, the martial arts just seemed bad. even the martial arts in Dune was better. more fluid and deadly. this just seemed to play on the mystical hype of japanese martial arts, which in reality, may not really live up to the hype. i mean really, how effective is a sword-strike (whatever that is) with the side of the hand to an enemy's pelvis? apparently, it is! cos your enemy will go crashing down, writhing in agony. hmmmmm. not for me to judge, but really, hmmmm.

oh well, at least it delivered, unlike Pact of the Fathers.

Four Days to VeraCruz, Owen West

Now we are talking. This book is an adventure chase, with an endurance hike thrown in. Picked it up and couldn't put it down. It is quite exciting, and the short tense chapters work quite well to help build momentum. This was written by a former Marine who took part in a number of Eco-challenges and the knowledge really added a sense of realism to the story.

What is Ec0-challenge? Just the most gruelling and challenging endurance sports in the world, you know, working at sustained physical exertion with no food or sleep at high altitudes for days on end, and pushing yourself until your body starts to cannibalise itself for lack of nutrition. These people really love to suffer, and there is not even a prize money at the end. Just a belt buckle to say, "I been there." Wow.

But this is really quite an exciting book, about a couple who are inadvently caught up in the middle of a drug chase in Mexico. Drugs, government conspiracies, guns and explosions, fun and excitement all around! Let's not forget the death-march. Read the title: four days to vera cruz give you any hint. ^^ i just love sporty people. They come up with the weirdest stories and make it believable. Yes. I think I thoroughly enjoyed this book.

The Last Confession, Morris West

The Last Confession is the story of Giordano Bruno, a Dominican monk and rationlist philosopher, who was burnt at the stake by the Catholic Church on Feb 17 1600. His questions about God and religion were considered dangerous and heretical, and he was incarerated for seven years in Rome's worst prison, where he underwent interrogation, harsh penal treatment and occasional torture. In the end, he was given the chance to recant but he choose instead to die for his beliefs.

The authour, Morris West, was not unlike Bruno. Morris West joined the Order of Christian Brothers after completing high school, took his first vows and spent eight years as a teaching monk. When he was twenty-six, he decided against taking his final vows and left the order and joined the Australian Army, where he started writing and published his first book under a pseudonym. Morris, by all accounts, has on numerous occassions found himself uneasy with the teachings of the church which claimed his allegiance, and like Bruno, he spent his life trying to get to truth by examining all ideas, even if they lay beyond the boundary of dogmatic teachings that most people consider the essence of faith. This was his last, uncompleted, work. He died at his desk, at the end of a particularly good paragraph.

The story takes the form of a diary, written by Giordano Bruno, in his final days. I think this book resonates with me because of this sentence, which really sums up my problem with Christianity: "This is the nature of the madness they propagate: to make a man confess a loving God, you burn him!" Yes, I too, do not understand why to bring to man to the mercy of God, you have to first threaten his soul with an eternity of damnation and torment.

Lest I turn others away from this book with my own personal beliefs, still, in the end, this is a book about a man of faith written by a man of faith. It is worth reading, and maybe it will highlight some valuable lessons.

running record

time to run ~2.8km: 11 min 35 secs
time to run ~5.68km: 26 min 34 secs

ran faster than usual for the first half, then took it easy for the 2nd half. still, quite pleased that there doesn't seem to be much regression during 2 week long hiatus.

hmmm. it takes me 11 min odd to run to school and 7 mins to cover the same distance by bus, and 6 min on my bike if i really gun it. wow. i don't know what to say.

Jay Chou - Romantic Handphone(Lang Man Shou Ji)

the starting of this video always cracks me up, when the girl starts brawling in cantonese and all he can say bemusedly is: "i don't understand...(._.")". for some reason, i find that highly amusing.

break from a break, K.I.S.S - Because I Am a Girl

first saw this video hmmm, about 7-8 years ago, maybe. when i was still in the states; i think richard burst into the room one day babbling about this. showcases the korean talent for really working them tear ducts. i think they have this sadistic penchant for telling sad stories - they really like to make ppl cry.

one thing that peeves me though. they show the couple riding on the motorbike. okay, maybe not so much against motorbikes, but i really have this thing about videos showing couples riding together on a single bicylce, which for some reason is frequently shown in asian MVs. now, that's really romantic and all but it will only work on television. it will not work in real-life. man, i have a bike and so far the only butt to grace it is my own. nobody wants to take up my offer when i suggest giving them a lift. lol. why not? it'll be fun. it's easy, totally doesn't require effort and we will look so cool doing it becuase there will be wind blowing in our hair and music playing in the background. i gurantee it - watch more asian MVs, happens all the time. hahaha.

still, i don't really understand the ending. why didn't they hook up?? garrgh. maybe someone who understands korean can translate what the dude was saying right at the end. was he saying something along the lines of "i don't date ppl who take my stuff so piss off?" lol. okay, i know he gave it up willingly but, why didn't they hook up??

or they just want to up the tear jerking ante. man, they are good... imagine the dude 50 yrs down the road and he needs to go wee in the middle of the night but he can't make it in time cos you know, he can't see and his dog died of old age, so he wets his pants and he collaspes on the floor and starts weeping with shame and helplessness, because he knows he wouldn't be able to find a new change of pants cos he's blind...ooooh, that's really sad man.

still, the girl is really cute huh? ^^ lol.

a short break

due to the evil powers-that-be (EPTB) that are bent on stopping lazycat from doing what he likes to do best(eating, sleeping, flying amongst bamboo tress with sassy female cats), it is with regret that we announce a short break of 2-3 weeks whilst our erstwhile feline hero struggles with the tedious tasks, aka exams, set forth by the EPTB.

in the meantime, to soothe the pain and sorrow of separation, here is a picture of the beloved feline protagonist in his trademark stance.

post 49. john landy

looking at the distance running clip reminded me of a clip i saw before (or did i only read about it and made it up in my head? pretty sure i saw it though).

it was an old clip of some big race ( the Australian mile championship at Olympic Park in March, 1956), black and white video of men running. suddenly, one man fell. the rest had no choice but to run around or jump over the fallen runner. suddenly, one of the lead runners stopped, turned back and ran back to extend a helping hand.

that man is john landy. what he did was amazing is because he was one of the favourites to win the race and for him to turn back and help a fallen competitor, while the rest of the field charged on ahead, well, that was stupid. stupid, chivalarous and beautiful.

amazingly, he did went on to chase the group and win the race; although he did sacrifice his chance of breaking the world record, his act of spontaneous sportsmanship has yet to be forgotten.

ps. would be grateful if someone can point me in the direction of the clip ( or did i really make it up in my head?)

post 48. running

all the different meanings of running.

no doubt - running


free running


distance running

running record

time to run ~5.68 km: 30min 49 sec

tonight, the moon was a swollen galleon tossed in a sea of silver.

my mistake

a while back, i said it was good for go for a run while having a stuffy nose to help clear it.

can we all pretend that it was an idiot syaing that, and not me?

pls DO NOT EXERCISE if u have a fever or cold. it's bad and could lead to heart complications. sounds overblown? apparently ppl have died from running while having a cold.

i should get my facts better next time before i open my big mouth. >_<

post 47. rottnest: of quokkas and shipwrecks

went back to rottnest on 19th oct, friday. cos mr musa was leaving australia and he wanted to go back and he wouldn't stop sulking till we did so, off we went then. ^^

almost didn't make it cos i forgot to check the bus timetable. when arrived at perth train station, where we were supposed to meet up, the guys were not there. i figured that they had gone ahead so jumped on the train to freo. made it to the ferry terminal with ten minutes to spare. was quite touched to see that the strawberry-head was happy to see me. oh well, i know i am awesome. :P

so this was what we saw when we reached rottnest. a peacock and a peahen on the roof of the bike rental shop. (was going to say something about there being two cocks and a peahen in the picture, but that may be a bit unkind. :>)

so after the guys got their bikes (i brought my own), we set off with mr musa in the lead to try to do one whole round around the isle. squirrels, away! (yes, we have a terrible bike gang name, but the other one, f@*#nuts, was unprintable. we do have standards here, you know.)

government house lake

so there we were oohing and ahhing at the scenery, then, dead end. hah. turns out NO ONE was reading the map. i was trusting strawberry head to do it. lol. after checking the map turns out the road we were on was a dead end. so, time to head back to the start.

so rob and i were snapping pics of this tree when we heard a rustling behind us. turned away and rob was the first to see a liazrd in the bushes. was too ugly so didn't take any pics. but as were we getting on our bikes the second time, we saw something that was much cuter.


when u r cute u get more pics. ^^


finally in the correct direction


stopped for a pic break. as you can see, rob was a little frustrated cos we been stopping every 5 mins to pics like little old ladies.

here's kelvin. he needs to use a tripod to take his pics. spends 5 mins setting up and less than a min taking. hmmm.

anyway, after the quick break, on the bikes again. squirrels, away!


on the road again

pic of shipwreck. slightly chilling. them tides be nasty.

(to be continued in another post cos i am hungry now)

post 46. blogs of note: suntan eye

well, since i have been lax in updating my blog lately, thought i would divert the horde of traffic passing through this blog (eg. 3) to another more interesting site.

suntan eye. ah. a childhood friend, as in someone i only knew in my childhood, not a friend i knew since childhood. there's a diff. since she's more my sis's friend, when i entered late childhood, "the girls are yucky" syndrome did kick in so. but i did remember her cos she was the only perosn i knew who (used to) own a mountain, complete with waterfalls and snakes! how cool is that. ^^

anyway, if u like whimisical stories of stuffed animals this is the place to go. how many 20-odd year olds do u know write stories about their stuffed toys? they are pretty good too! go check it out. she takes pretty good pictures of baltimore as well (where she's living currently, i think).

oh, this is a bit presumptous of me since i didn't ask her if i could. oh well, if she gets pissed, she knows where to let me know (eg. here).

edit: the idiot who wrote this post forgot to link to the blog. clever huh? http://suntaneye.blogspot.com/

running record

time to run ~5.68 km: 29min 06.52 secs

went for a run last night in an attempt to get rid of stuffy nose and that phelgmey feeling. always found that exercise has helped in getting rid of colds and stuffy nose. well, obviously, don't go if u r too sick, but when it's just a gunky feeling in the nose that you just can't get rid of by blowing, i recommend some hearty perspiration and exertion. ^^

one thing though. since starting daily standing mediation, found that running style may have changed a bit. seem to use heel strike more last night, whereas i used to run in a more bouncy style off the ball of the foot. not sure if the standing mediation has anything to do with it, cos running with heel strike more does make me feel more "rooted" but, hmmm, when running, it seems to feel a bit too heavy for me. we'll see how it goes.

another thing. was taking it easy last night cos i strained my hammies in class again, doing high level hamstrings ex. lol. idiot me. was trying to do a eccentric hamstring exercise. here's a pic.
it's harder than it looks. the point is to lower yourself and come back up again while someone holds your ankles. i was able to lower self to a certain point, but felt a sudden intense cramp in the back of the thighs. felt like the hammies were bulging and popping under the skin, and i could the seperation between biceps femoris and semi-mem and semi-tend, that's how hard they were straining. luckily, a kind soul was helpful enough to extend two fingers to pluck my shirt and that little pull was enough to help me recover from that position.

anyways, yeah, so cut out the sprinting cos poor hammies probably wouldn't like it at all.

oh, and another thing about standing mediation though. did seem to increase body awarness, as in more aware of when muscles are working. cos the whole point of standing mediation is to stand and relax - so when relaxed, you'll be able to tell which muscles are firing up. make sense? you'll be pretty surprised how much muscle activity is going on even when just standing. found myself using quads a fair bit at the start to steady self, cos i have poor ankle propriception, but is getting better. ^^

anyway, all over the shop today, the point is that i seem to have an increased anterior pelvic tilt, resulting in increased lordosis and tight lower back muscles. that could be why i had the lower back pain previously. so during the run, was consciously trying to prevent that, and it did seem to help, even though it's strange because i never had that problem before.

current mood: awesome! ^^ really, seem to be in this perpetual state of low-level contented happiness since started daily mediatation. lol. and it's not even hard to get started. can be highly addictive though. (:

post 45. diaster

diaster struck sunday.

laptop went wonky. wouldn't start past blue screen of death. usual it does that every year or so but i was hoping...well, hoping it didn't. had to reformat. therefore, lost all pics and assignments cos been lazy in burning out stuff.

was that close to finish dl-ing "his and her circumstances" too...

anyways, i'll see what i can do, but i guess that means...the 3 months past brisbane update may be gone for good. >_<

running record

time to run ~5.68 km: 27min 30.25 sec

lots of snails out on the road after the rain. was careful not to crush any of them under my big clumsy feet. imagine being a snail. there you were, going slowly minding your own business, and out of the blue, splat, some clumsy oaf stepped on you. and you can't even run out of the way!

hey, it started raining right after i finished running. >_< i was hoping to run in the rain.

post 44. some pretty random pictures

just some pretty random pictures to pretty things up. lol. pretty random or pretty, random. just behind the apartment again. this was taken a few months ago, when it was still winter i think. ^^

post 43. hospital days

today, due to last minute scans (MRI friday at the hospital i guess) for some of my patients, i had some spare time in the morning. so ended up seeing another patient with my clinical supervisor and another fellow student.

the new patient we saw was a 50 odd year old male who had a stroke a few days ago. when we first saw him, he was lying in bed and was not able to express himself - he could not speak, although i think he could understand what we said, and his face was quite expressionless, almost a mask. i found it pretty hard to give instructions to him cos his face was just so expressionless and he just wasn't talking. try talking to a wall and you'll start to get the same sense of frustration. it's much harder when you know it's a person on the other end.

after doing some muscle assessment, our supervisor wanted us to stand him up and walk him. so that was what we did. stood him up from bed, and seeing that his balance was good, we decided to walk him a bit.

when we were just walking out of the room door, his daughter came walking around the corner. when she saw him walking, she started crying out, "Dad, Dad! You're walking!" and started crying at the same time. he walked up to her and she gave him this tight hug. then she turned around and called out, "Mom! Dad's walking!"

the man disengaged himself from his daughter and continued walking out of the doorway. just a short distance away from the room door was a pair of ladies, apparently just following behind the first daughter and got held up and was talking to his doctor. one was younger, obviously another daughter, and the other lady was his wife.

when he saw his wife, he let out this great wrenching sob, which really surprised me because i never expected him to be able to express anything, and stumbled to her. and this lady turned to him, and her face just crumpled up when she saw him walking towards her and she started crying. and they stood there hugging and crying.

it got emotional. he was crying, his wife was crying, his daughters were crying, his son showed up halfway, and they were all crying and hugging and were just so happy to see him walking. they kept repeating with this amazed, grateful joy, "You're walking! You're walking!" even my supervisor was tearing a bit. i must say though, it was pretty pretty emotional.

and because this was in the corridor, it kinda held up the flow of lunch-hour traffic, but nobody minded. not a single bit.

we walked him back to his bed and left him with his family. our supervisor was still tearing a bit, and one of the senior nurses teased her, saying she had been crying every single day she had been working with the patient. our supervisor said this was the rewarding thing about working in neuro and she still gets affected by it.

i can see why.

post 42. we did it mary!!^^

was on my own seeing four patients in the afternoon cos i switched my half day from wed to thursday. went around doing rounds and this lady, whom we shall call mary, was last on my list.

when i first saw mary, we needed 2 persons, almost 3 to transfer her from the wheelchair to the plinth, even using the slideboard with a slide sheet. this was due mainly to poor muscle activity in her trunk, and little function of her lower limbs; mary is wheelchair bound and when we first saw her, she was slumped and leaning to one side and couldn't even really sit on her own. mary, however, has been working hard, and we were down to 2 mod-min assist yesterday morning.

so when i was left on my own yesterday without supervision, i was told to perform passive movements, stretches and bed exercises for the patients, as most needed at least 2 persons to transfer. by the time i saw mary, i was feeling the need for something more challenging.

knowing that she only needed 2 min assist that morning, and really the front person was just guarding her knees, i was pretty confident i could transfer her on my own. so i asked mary if she felt up to going down to the gym with me and doing the transfer with just me. being mary, she said, "let's give it a go."

and we went down, and we did it!

it's amazing when you think about it's only been a week since i started working with mary and how much progress she has made. from being unable to balance in sitting without support to being able to mantain balance and weight shift to do a slideboard transfer with 1 mod assistance, it's just...awesome. ^^

we were so excited and happy!! but everyone was gone and there was no one around to witness our awesome achievement. >_<

we did it mary! ^____________^

post 41. rice

never realised how wonderful rice was. so warm, so fluffy, with a slight hint of sweetness. goes well with curries, gravy, or just on its own. truly wonderful.

running record

time to run ~5.68 km: 28 min 33.81 sec

in a blink of an eye, another month has passed without my realising it.

been running mostly at night. ppl think its dangerous to do so, especially in bentley, but like i said to simon, just run faster! at night, i am the king of the road! there are no cars on the roads at night. it's that quiet. ^^. well, not no cars, just very little. i am a generous king - i don't mind sharing.

post 40. something new everyday

it's true, what they say. live and learn. going to the hospital really opened my eyes.

for eg, i learnt just now, waking from a pleasant nap, that ppl's smell do cling to you. i mean i knew before, just never realised how tenacious they can cling to you though. was doing a lot of transfer and balance work with a lady today so was in very close physical contact throughout. thing is, when ppl are confined to bed for prolonged periods of time, they tend to develop a certain, hmmm, olfactory identity. didn't really realise how stubborn the smell can be until i woke up just now realising i smelt like the lady.

lesson: shower RIGHT after reaching home, come hell or high water.

post 39. all the pretty girls ^^

started day one of neuro placement at charlie's today. seems like it will be very interesting. haha, apparently, our beloved anne furness will be our school clinical tutor. i hope she doesn't eat me alive. ^^

since the placement starts at 0830 and starts at 1630, will have to deal with rush hour daily. the great thing though, i realised today, is that if you take public transport, you get to see pretty girls. ^^ i'm serious.

today for example, when i was rushing to get into the elevator, this girl held it open for me and even directed me to go in the correct direction when i got turned around coming out of the lift. she had a nice smile, which was liberally flashed at me - hah i must have forgotten to do my fly or something. ^^ i am such a sucker for girls with nice smiles. especially nice, friendly smiles. ^^

and when i was waiting at the bus stop, there was another pretty girl. okay. this one didn't smile so much, in fact, she never smiled much, but she was a looker. tall, nice hair,long legs, good looks. wow. i didn't know the hospital was crawling with such good looking girls.

and and, when i was in the city waiting to cross the traffic light, what do i see? another girl dressed in a very nice striped shirt with her tail tied up in a ponytail. oh yeah, i am also a sucker for ponytails. ^^ there's just this thing about a girl in a nice, fitted shirt that is classy yet sexy at the same time.

lol. i think i am going to enjoy my placement quite a lot.

currently reading

Cheng Tzu's Thirteen Treatises on T'ai Chi Ch'uan, Professor Cheng Man Ch'ing (1985)
Taijiquan and the Search for the Little Old Man: Understanding Identity through Martial Arts, Adam D. Frank (2006)
Touching the Void, Joe Simpson (1988)

interested has been re-aroused in internal martial arts (IMA) after frequenting formosa neijia . usually, most IMA demonstrations seem highly dubious, u know, the aikido throws that project you across the room with a feather touch. not to say it's not possible, but, practical- wise, is that really possible in a confused chaotic environment with ppl resisting, rather than cooperating. hmmmmm. this could spark a furor amongst some - yes, aikido is based on battlefield techniques, yes, it can be lethal if applied wrongly. it's just my functional training background - usually best outcome occurs if you train patient for the task itself, rather than the components. as in, if u want to get someone to stand from sitting, best way to do that is if they practise the task itself rather than say, strengthening the quads. so yeah, if u want to train for self-defense, practise doing that. that is why i'm always a bit iffy about traditional martial arts, which seems to focus quite heavily on forms/kata. beneficial, yes, but i think there are more efficient ways.

anyways, that's why i am reading up a bit on the taichi stuff. it's not just for old ppl, you know. ^^there's a few clips on youtube showing it being done in a very yang way, which is not the traditional slow moves you see. when it's done fast, the results are quite different.

Touching the Void is about two men's ordeal on a mountain. one, who fell and broke his leg, and his partner, who tried to rescue him and had to abandon him in the end, thinking he was dead. usually stories of endurance and survival interest me, but for some reason, this book is really not drawing me in. hmmm. but will continue with it.

still reading the Garden. taking it slow because it's one of those books that i learn something new every chapter. there was one particular chapter that actually made me lose sleep for one night because the point it raised was...a bit hard to swallow. in fact, there are many things in this book that i actually have to stop and think about. that's why taking it slow. but it's good. it's been a while since a book has actually made me stop and think.

post 38. in the library

the curtin library has some paintings hanging around.
this is a pretty blue painting. yeah, it's really blue. nice to look at though. in a blue sort of way.

running record

mel hon actually agreed to go running with me when i asked! was pretty shocked since no one really likes to run. ^^ she's the best!

sept 21, 2007, friday
uh, wasn't really concentrating on running. was mostly jogging and talking at the same time. so probably ran about 5 km in 30 mins. was mostly a leisurely jog down to leach highway. ^^ weather was awesome though. the sun's out and it's nice and warm.

daily cycling record

sept 18, 2007, tuesday
distance in 5 min + 1 (with supplements): 3.95 km

well, that's it. didn't manage to break 4 km. but yeah, it was great having an intense workout and working up a sweat first thing in the morning for 2.5 weeks. made dealing with 8am classes a piece of cake. felt so relaxed and awake.

edit: YOU SHOULD ALL TRY IT! ^^ it's good~~

daily cycling record

sept 17, 2007, monday
distance covered in 5+ 1(with supplement): 3.93 km

for those a bit confused, this is how they did the experiment. 3 days without, 3 days with, 3 days without, 3 days with. this is the last set of 3 days with supplements. of the two sets with supplements, one set is done with a placebo.

so, one day left to break 4 km. ^^

post 37. difference in value

okay so i came back from the market today. learned a lesson after buying various items.

this is about 22 bucks worth of vegetables, fruits and eggs. it's going to last me for maybe 1 week or even 2 weeks.

this is 18 bucks worth of nuts. that's about one kg of nuts (yoshiku nuts? not sure. let's just call them japanese nuts ^^) right there. it will not last 3 days if i don't hide it in hard-to-reach places like a squirrel. i love my nuts. ^^

post 36. i am stronk!

i DID NOT break a leg. i just strained my left hamstrings. as a matter of fact, i am going swimming now. well, was going to, but got delayed cos i received multiple calls asking me how's my leg.

it's a STRAIN. thanks for the concern. ^^ but i am fine. if it was awesomely injured i would put up them sweet pictures, no?

still, it's very nice to receive calls. no one ever made a fuss over me except for my ex. i feel like a granny now. :D

"oooh, dearie, i think i did my leg."
"OMG OMG OMG! HOW ARE YOU?"
"terrible. cook me food! ^^" AWESOMENESS~~

i am very stronk okay!

ps. keep those calls coming ^^. i think i may get to like the molly-cuddling.

post 35. around the house: climbing and falling

well. injured my left leg last night trying to jump up from the 2nd to 3rd floor of my apartment. think i strained me hamstrings a tad.

jump up? not down? yes. here's a picture, or two, to help visualise.


so basically to get up, run towards wall, jump and kick off at an angle, and grab the ledge with both hands. from there, just pull yourself up from ledge to railing and swing yourself up, clamber over railing and viola. easy.

was able to successfully do it on both legs, kicking off with left and right leg, before when alone. hmmm. does it make a difference which leg you kick off with? maybe not, but for me, if i run towards the right, i kick off the wall with my left leg, and if i run left i tend to kick off with my right leg.

so anyway, i was with simon and i felt an urge to brush up on climbing up and maybe show off a bit. ^^ so ran towards the right, cos i felt stronger kicking off on left leg, jumped and kicked off and for some reason, forgot to grab with both hands. the reason i think that is important is because grabbing with both hands tends to align the body more in line with the angle of the ledge so you don't swing around so much, whereas just grabbing with one hand, i tend to grab and fall off. and that is exactly what happened: grabbed and fell off, and i think i landed more on my left leg and strained me hammies.

lesson learnt: need to work more on the no-mindedness. having someone around should not disturb concentration. that is a bit disappointing, although not unexpected.

or maybe i should stop being such a monkey. :D

daily cycling record

oh no. the girls have gotten clever and are using a cardboard file to block my x-ray vision enhanced-with-telescopic-glasses.

sept 13, 2007, thursday
distance covered in 5 min + 1 (no supplements): nothing. no praise, no feedback. NOTHING.

but subject feels at best is same distance as yesterday. subject felt knackered after going for a run the night before.

running record

found the cycling record to be quite a useful motivator. decide to do one for running.

so went running just. cos it was raining and windy and that kind of weather just makes me want to run.

realised something. since the start of the cycle test, have put running on hold. was so stiff, and form felt all wrong. calves were so tight and even had lower back pain (LBP) throughout the run. never happened before. wonder if crouched position on bike is a contributing factor. of course, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing - could it be SIJ, poor glut medius, and i have been having a stiff neck and upper thorax lately too, could that be a reason for the LBP, lack of stretches after cycling etc etc.

sept 12, 2007, wed
time to cover ~5.68 km: 33 min 19 secs

this is a very bad time. will definitely clock a better time next time, as stiffness resolves. also, distance is not accurate, but should be close enough.

daily cycling record

sept 12, 2007, wed
distance covered in 5 min + 1 (without supplement): 3.84km

could have sworn it would be better. tried harder ><. plateau effect? two days left to thrash the exercise machine!

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currently reading

Shadow Child, Joseph A. Citro (1998)
The Garden: A Parable, Geshe Michael Roach (2000)

Shadow Child is a modern gothic thriller set in the Vermount woods where ppl are myseriously disappearing. The Garden is, well, a Tibetan Buddhist parable about seeking wisdom, i believe, from reading the back cover. (Geshe = Master of Buddhism) ps. haven't read them yet, just gleaning these info from the back of the books.

let me explain a bit why i choose a Buddhist-influenced book to read, knowing my well-known aversion to organised religion.

Well, the thing that appeals to me about Buddhism is at its core, it seems to be a personal thing. if you don't believe it, you'll not going to go to a bad place and have nasty ppl do nasty things to you - just means that you aren't ready to learn yet. yep. more in line with my way of thinking; if a pig doesn't want to learn, you can't change its dirty ways. i mean, sure, you can chop it up for yummy pork chops and bacon, and that will surely teach it not to mess with the man with the big knife, but the pig has essentially learned nothing about its condition. only when it realises that its spending too much time in filth can you show it the wonders of soap.

similarly, Buddhism teaches detachment from the world, as suffering arises from attachment desires. hmmm. again, more in line with the way i think. but, detachment doesn't mean living cut off from the world, to me at least. just means that you have to acknowledge that material things are transient and will fade away. doesn't mean you don't live, but it does make obvious how futile chasing after material fulfilment is - makes the "5 C's" sound a bit silly. good luck bringing it with you, idiot. still, you cannot appreciate the beauty of flowers until you know that they will eventually wither and fade away. so when you find something important to you, cherish it because it will be gone. but don't be too attached? lol. hmmm. i guess my understanding is a bit flawed, but i mean, for me, okay, if i find something important, yes, i will cherish it knowing full well that it will be gone one day and that will cause me sorrow and pain, but that is a price i will gladly pay because that is living. hmmm. guess that's because i am still young, still have things to look forward to, or just that i am not ready to understand it yet. logically, yes, brain processes concept, but asking me to give up love? pretty hard, at this point in life, don't think i can do it. ask me again in ten years time. ^^

anyway, that was pretty heavy. of course, the above is just my own understanding and interpretation. doesn't mean i am turning Buddhist. cos one thing that really irks me is dividing ppl into groups by labeling them because of their beliefs. it's almost as good as dividing ppl into those who like the colour red and those who don't, and throwing their differences in their face, and stirring things up until someone says something and we have a nice, big fight on our hands. can't we all just live in peace and quietly contemplate the wonders of soap, and i wouldn't care if you don't like red. :D

wow. can use the above in the miss universe contest. imagine spewing all that out rather than just saying "i want world peace." that would be so sexy. ^^

so, amy tan. hmmm. i found i enjoyed Hundred Secret Senses more than Joy Luck Club, which seems to the opposite for other readers, which in this case, happens to be two other females. (am at this point in life where i find it hard to call similar age-group females "girls", cos that's a bit young and demeaning considering their life experiences, but finding it hard to call them "woman", cos that seems a bit too old. like mommy stage. lol. "females" seems a bit cold though. oh, for a word to describe those mysterious, enchanting creatures, between the ages of 23-28.) for some reason, i just found the elder sister in Hundred Secret Senses comical and that heightened my enjoyment of the book. and she seemed to make awesome food! i remember that she always seemed to be making pot-stickers, or frying scallops and prawns. yum~XD FEED ME! Joy Luck was a bit dark for me, and seems to be quite disjointed. the numerous characters just made it harder for me to care and be involved.

oh well, that's my 2 cents worth. coincidentally, after reading so much amy tan, anyone else get the impression that china is filled with magic pools/springs/caves?

daily cycling record

turns out that the girls have been using a placebo on some of us, and not glucose as stated. tricked!

sept 11, 2007, tuesday
distance covered in 5 mins + 1(without supplements): 3.83 km

post 33. daily cycling record ^^

realised not enough pictures on blog lately so decided to take a pic of me gunning it on the cycle machine. be warned though, some of you guys may feel a great loss of motivation after seeing the awesome way i am exercising. but that's cool. not everyone is as awesome as me.

training hard for the le tour as you can see. observe the perfect form as i thrash the machine into submission. it's a battle between flesh and iron. of course, i won.

daily cycling record

the girls are getting better at taking the readings without letting me sneak a peek. lol. am too canned at the end to take a peek anyway. so, rather than having hard figures to record, all i have is some subjective results, which we all know from doing research, is as important as objective results in some ways.

sept 10, 2007, monday
distance covered in 5 mins + 1 (with supplements): "you did very well." :D

daily cycling record

sept 7, 2007, friday
distance covered in 5 min + 1 (with supplements): 3.68km

wasn't fast enough to sneak a peek at yesterday's results, which was the first day they started giving us sugar water to drink. thing is though, i didn't really try hard on the first 3 days until i realised i was being trashed by a guy old enough to be balding. hmmm. so yeah, been putting more effort since then. or maybe the energy drink does help.

daily cycling record

i like to sleep too much, overslept again.

sept 5, 2007, wednesday
distance covered in 5 min + 1 warm up (no supplements) : 3.17km

daily cycling record

overslept and almost didn't make it to the gym in time. was ten minutes late. so skipped the routine 1 min warm up. here's the time.

sept 4 2007, tuesday
distance in 5 min (no supplements) : 2.77 km.

i think the first day's distance was wrong cos it was actually 6 mins rather than 5; they forgot to take out the 1 min warm up distance i think. lol. not that fast after all.

but i just came back from an AWESOME PLAY. ^^ the popular mechanicals! by curtin's hayman theatre. kept laughing to myself all the way home as i cycled home, not because i finally lost a screw, but it is really that good! it is that awesome. amateurs = "for the love of". ^^. those guys, they are really passionate! watch it, love it! :DDDDD

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daily cycling record

so volunteered for a research project run by some classmates to see if energy supplements have any effect on exercise performance.

basically, just have to cycle continuously for 5 mins at max effort and they will take the distance covered.

sounds simple? hmmm. first, it's done at 7 am so have to get up at 6am to prepare to go. it's cold in the morning when i have to cycle to the gym, and worst of all, i can't eat at all 3 hours before the test. this is to eliminate the effect food has on my performance when they start feeding me energy supplements, which is basically just sugar water.

so basically, i am cold and hungry, and depending on amount of sleep, possibly cranky when i do the test. yep, i think being cranky can induce a better performance. ^^

anyway, for the next 2 weeks i will be doing that daily. and just to see if sugar water has any effect, let's keep a little record shall we?

sept 3 2007, monday
distance covered in 5 mins +1 min warm up (no supplements): 3.24 km

wow, i wished i could run that fast! but cycling-wise, hmmmm, about ~38km/h. maybe i should have chosen a lower/no resistance on the ex bike for nicer numbers. would be nice to hit 50 km/h i think. lol.

ps. brisbane is at the back of my mind...some day i will upload ^^

post 32. another good day

another good day. ^^

when buying hot chocolate at angazi with simon this morning, was served by a blond girl with a ponytail and the cutest smile i seen in a while. dimples, eyes that crinkle, and she had those little sharp incisors that you either find incredibly adorable or disgusting. a quick glance at her tag revealed her name was "christine" or "christina". made me randomly smile to myself for the rest of the morning. it's quite nice to meet someone with a really pretty smile.

went back for lunch again with in sun, and hey, it was the blond girl with the great smile who served us again. lol. what are the chances? ^^ and she was quite conscientious too; was quite quick to pick up that they forgot a side-dish of potato salad i had ordered even though she wasn't the one who brought out the food. so that was why she was bobbing her head up and down at the counter and glancing over. ^^

surprising how much a nice person with a pretty smile can cheer me up so much.

walking home, sun was out and warm on the skin, looked up and saw the sky was that robin-egg shade of blue that i don't know how else to describe. breathed in the scent of earth and grass and flowers, and yes, it is a good day.

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post 30. Wayne Coyne plays Taps

Taps, also sometimes known as Day is Done, is the tune played in the United States Army to mark "lights out" and is also played at military funerals. It is the most famous military tune, apparently, as it was played at JFK's funeral and was thus heard world-wide. There are numerous stories about the origin of Taps, but I'll leave that for you to Google/Wiki it up. ^^ Taps is usually played on a bugle or trumpet; there is a current shortage of buglers in the States so that at some funerals, only a tape recording of the piece can be provided.

Anything I want to say about this piece of music, well, the dude has said it well enough.

Why a post about Taps? Hmmm, long story. It has to do with a submarine known as the Hunley. Used in the Civil War, it was the first submarine to successfully sink a warship. And the most amazing thing of all, it was hand-powered. By 8 men, 7 to power the sub, 1 to steer.

The courage, or desperation, that drove these men, it is quite frightening. 8 men trying to take down a 1800-ton warship through the sheer might in their arms. Madness or courage, or a little of both.

The Hunley completed its mission successfully, but unfortunately, sank on the way back. All crew members perished at their posts.

Again, there is a famous legend about the captain of the Hunley, Lt George E. Dixon. Dixon was given a gold coin by his sweetheart as a good luck charm and a token of her love. Dixon kept the gold coin with him always, and as the story goes, it saved his life when he was shot in the leg during the Battle of Shiloh, which took place before he took on command of the Hunley.

Anyway, when they finally raised the remains of the Hunley a few years ago, they found a gold coin with one of the crew members, who was later verified to be Dixon through DNA testing. The gold coin was bent in the middle and engraved with the following:

Shiloh
April 6, 1862
My life Preserver
G. E. D.

Life is sometimes more romantic than fiction, huh?

So what has all this got to do with Taps? Not much, except that all 8 crew members of the Hunley were buried with full military honours, and during the ceremony they played Taps. And I just wanted to hear what Taps sounded like. That is all.

post 29. pancakes IS our friend ^^

one of the major food staple in our house is, not rice or pasta as expected in a house inhabited by 3 hungry guys, but pancakes!

pancakes are faster to cook than rice, more satisfying than plain old pasta, and fill you up to boot. you can have it deliciously sweet, drowing in syrup, or chuck some bacon or ham in there to make it more meaty for a real man's meal. ^^ and there is just something about the fragrant aroma of pancakes sizzling on the stove that just whets the appetite.

the best brand i have found so far is white wings. comes in a bottle. just add water, shake the hell out of it, and viola, just need to cook it up. i only ever tried doing pancakes from scratch once before, and really, i think the white wings actually taste better. less hassle.


this is just a view of how much we love pancakes in this house. 4 bottles in the pantry, 3 of them belonging to me, the other to simon.


more bottles, all nicely lined up.


another view. simon just loves mixing it up.


cooking in the pan. ummmmm~~ can you not smell the good stuff? ^^


presto. the final product. lol. delish. ^^

post 28. christina sends me a letter i wrote

itx interesting sometimes to look back and see the stuff i used to write, to see the evolution or degeneration of my writing style. also, itx kind of a fragment of time captured on virtual paper, a reflection of the way i used to think.

so when christina mou said she still had all the emails i sent her before, i was very surprised and oddly touched that someone thinks so highly of my writing. then i shamelessly begged her to resend one to me so that i can take a look at what i wrote.

so here is one letter i wrote to some friends in the states before i flew here to perth. it must have been more than 3 years ago. i am still so touched by mou's action.

itx titled: of potatoes and other stuff

cooking has always held an subliminal attraction for me. to take fresh raw materials, and to chop and slice and dice, and in an frenized orgy of fire, heat, oils and butter, blend the various smells and tastes into a dish to whet the senses and nourish the heart- that has always seemed to me on a level with the divine, the act of creation through destruction, an experiience that is electricifying, mysterious, and yet quite mundane. that is why good cooks rate higher in my book than lawyers and doctors. and that is why i really hate bad food; restaurants that serve food smothered in overpowering gravies and sauces so that you can't even taste the food, should be shot and sent to burn in hell. that is also why my friends find it a pain to eat out with me. hahaha.
>
> to make it up to them for their long-suffering patience, i didn't mind too much when i had to prepare some food for a picnic. it doesn't sound very generous until you take into consideration a)they didn't bother to inform me until the afternoon before the picnic and b) the picnic was supposedly to celebrate (are they THAT happy to see me go?) my leaving for autralia for studies. shouldn't i, as the object of celebration, have to do nothing but show up and saunter around?
>
> at the end of the day, i learnt some things. preparing food is exhausting. from the selection, the preparation, to the final consumpation of the food, the process is more tiring than i expected. it took more me out to prepare twoscore sandwiches and a salad than to run for five klicks. when you run, you can at least expect a second wind; in cooking, you can't even let up for a while with no respite in sight.
>
> at this point, you're probably wondering what the point of this letter is. no, itx not really about cooking. the point of this letter is, i believe that everyone would like to mark the start of a new period in their lives with some commerative action, whether it be to go on an alcohol-fuelled night of debauchery and revelry or a quiet picnic by the beach. and it is usually best when shared with friends and people near and dear to the heart. what i'm trying to say, through all my wanderings and meanderings, is that, through this poorly-worded letter, i would like to share with you all this closing of one chapter in my life, and the start of a another.
>
> (if you thought that was long and convulated, imagine me trying to say it. i write better than i talk, so if i were to really try to say it all out, you would all still be hearing me talk about eggs and salads. as you can see, pc, i still have not rid myself of the habit of beating around the bush.)
>
> so before i leave on the 26th, i thought i should write to you all. the older i get, the more i identify with my heritage. the younger me would have just packed and left, with at most a curosry goodbye note, and letx not have all that so long, farewell bullshit. i was quite anglonized in my thinking, and i could never understand why the chinese took so long over goodbyes. in one of the rare few chinese novels that i have read (Wu Song Kicks the Crap Out of Some Tiger), the host sends our protagonist off, walks with him to some inn, lingers over a few cups of wine, walks with him some more, and finally cries when he has to turn back. i thought that was the gayiest thing ever, and swore that would never happen to me. better the stoic cowboy way of blowing town without saying goodbye to anyone. i was secretly embarassed by all things chinese, and good riddance to all those rituals and meaningless courtesies. goodbyes are, however, more than a form of courtesy; they are a form of reassurance, reassurance to those who are leaving that those who are left behind will be safe and well, and a mute achknowledgement of our mortality. to have met and known, is that not something precious and to be treasured, for who knows when we will meet again?
>
> i have talked enough by now, if not too much, so let me end here. i hope that this finds you all happy and well, and i hope to be able to hear from you soon.
>
> and in case you were wondering what potatoes had to do with all this, well, i still have a basket of potatoes left and i was planning to have baked potato tomorrow.

i don't really remember what picnic we had. i am terrible in that way, in that i forget things quite easily. oh wait, actually, itx starting to come back some. i think it was a picnic at sentosa that i had with gary, crystal, lynn and her bf i think. and for some reason, lynn went swimming in the sea and there was a bottle of red in there somewhere i think. hmmm. i am sure that happened, but not sure if it was the picnic i was writing about. i remember the sun was going down and hmmm, crystal's sunglasses or something. did she break them. lol. too long ago.

well, it was quite strange reading the stuff i wrote. itx like reading a familiar stranger's writings, not quite alien but then, not quite your own. i think i wouldn't say "gay" anymore and probably tone some things down too. but i really like "Wu Song Kicks the Crap Out of Some Tiger." that is vintage me. ^^ oh even then, i already liked running. cool. :p

post 27. cherri comes to visit.

hehe. awesome.

cherri stopped by from brisbane to visit. poor girl was delayed for 24 hours before finally arriving in perth. lol. the fog i had some so much fun running in actually meant that planes couldn't land.

oh well. at least she had the grand tour of australia's major cities. ^^

so here i am, taking care of cherri in perth. :P

awesome. more taking care of cherri at my place. ^^

oh la la. bedroom. ahem. yep. i take good care of cherri. poor mel hon on my right, the innocent bystander sucked up in my nefarious plans.

betrayed! being hauled off in cuffs for taking too much care of cherri. >_<

the infamous cuffs that were clapped on my wrists. everyone is so fascinated by them. they're just cuffs.

in all seriousness, thanks for dropping by, cherri. party wouldn't have been the same without you. too bad we didn't get to talk more. the-reason-for-my-need-to-drink-to-sleep was at the party. did u know? ^^. bet you couldn't tell. hehehe. my life is so dramady. ^^

till next time i guess. perth or brisbane. who knows? ^^