Wednesday, August 18, 2010

life's simple moments of happiness; completing a run and feeling that sense of achievement.
:)


or a friend giving you free ice lemon tea

or allowing you to use his completed tutorial as a reference despite meaning that both will be deemed as late submission.

or sharing his new iphone 4 with you

or just be willing to hear your story and laugh

or sharing inside jokes

yes, one way or another, there's a simplistic happy moment each day.


Call Of The Wild at 11:02 PM

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Isn't it amusing that human nature, something intangible, could be described using objects?

An example would be a chain, an iron chain..
what would you think of? Restriction? Lack of freedom? or maybe something like a bond? a bond like friendship?

A few weeks ago, i met up with Mich and ZW at Plaza Sing. ZW, whom i have never contacted or had any interaction for the past few months. Put us together... and an awkward silence descended upon us. Perhaps its simply not knowing how to start the conversation, maybe its the lack of confidence. But i felt like I trying to converse with a stranger. ZW, whom i knew since about 4 years ago.

We were both shy. We just stared occasionally at each other.
I browsed through my mind, it took some warming up, both of us, but we eventually chatted. Throw in a funny sarcastic comment or two, plus a little element of surprise and a third party (Mich) and its a conversation.

so let the chain signify the bond between us and some oil represent a conversation.
An iron chain without a layer of oil as protection easily oxidizes and corrodes.
The relationship between two parties must be maintained with interactions.

So i told myself, i should at least try to make some form of interaction, be it an SMS or MSN or by blog or by a note, so that such a bond will last.

you might say that a bond of friendship is everlasting, or at least, built to withstand the weather.
You just might not notice how fragile it is.

It's been 4 and a half years since i spoke to my best friend of primary school. I still fondly remember the times we used to queue up in the school library after school just to use the computers to play, or run around the school blocks, pretending to be omnipotent superheroes, laughing at each other's jokes, trying to act mature..
he stood up for me, many times when i was bullied. we were punished for our antics and stood along the school corridor together.
we feared disciplinary teachers, we made fun of girls and tried to tease them and ended up punished by teachers again.
It was only during the last day of school, the day where we had our choice of secondary school confirmed did i feel like my stomach turned itself inside out, i felt sad that we were leaving.
I wrote his number on a note, i wrote it in the traditional blue ink pen. We left the school gate, we said goodbye.
Over the next few months after that, i was reluctant to call him. Feeling that doing so was foolish and embarassing. I called eventually, but only once and not anymore. I eventually lost the note, but i was too busy with my new life to even care. New stuff just patched over the old.
I lost the note, I lost contact and the chain just rusted over and disintegrated.
"He went to a secondary school in Pasir Ris and we had fun times together", thats all i remember.

sometimes i wished i had done more to keep in contact. have since tried to look for his email, facebook or anything related. But there is no lead.

hope he's living well.


Anyways, I just sent SMSes to ZW a few days ago. Seems that ZW is stalked by girls. WOOt haha. He asks if I'm jealous, haha. Of course larr..... enjoy the attention while you still can. Seems that we'll meet up soon again, with Mich and anyone who joins in for a gathering.


so don't let that iron chain rust, pour oil on to it. 加油哦




Oh, you want to now the name of my primary school best friend?
His name is Tan Zhen Wei.











signing off.

Call Of The Wild at 11:41 PM

im supposed to be revising econs now, but here i am, reading some stuff, download any new notes from the school's elearn portal.

maybe, i'll post something tonight, just because i feel like it.

Call Of The Wild at 8:37 PM

Friday, August 06, 2010

Well, I was typing out the soft copy of the theory bike test and somehow decided to blog.
So here I am.



:)





the bikes me & Mel have been tasked to order have finally arrived, and safely stored in ODAC store. Bike practice is next week too, first practice on tarmac. just hope no one gets scrapped by the rough ground. and (evil grin~) the theory bike test... nyahaha

as such, YA's life is revolving round bikes and cycling, just like a bike wheel going round n round.
:/ hmm....

ok, I'll talk about today.
its been about 10-11 months since i last played floorball and I'm glad that i have the chance to play today. I did not have the chance to take part in the handball competition in school today because of time issues.
Ivan.... why did you set such a short time interval between each game... whyyy....
But, its also because of this that made me choose to play that floorball match in the first place.
the exhilaration and intensity of the game was so similar to those matches in my Secondary school days.
You see, my class had some kind of PE floorball module during Sec 4. So we played floorball whenever we used the hall. Even though our skills were kind of mediocre as we only received basic training, our class's team put in every effort to win every game and we prided ourselves for doing so. yea, we never lost a game :)

I remember back then, i used to play defender and side positions. I still do so even today, even in handball or soccer. haha :D
the important thing was, we were one team. even those in our class who chose to be spectators cheered for us when we played. we were a team.
That was how i felt during that match. those who have never tried floorball and played in the match today, i know everyone gave their best. even those who cheered us on.
i felt team spirit. It made me remember some of my fondest memories
haha (awkwardness), so... thanks Ivan...haha


Did you know that a bike can never travel in a straight line forever? Sooner or later, we'll have to balance the bike by turning the handle bars just a bit.
Maybe that's how I'll describe my life. I'm just doing some realigning to make it go smooth and straight again.
The cycling track is never smooth. The bike needs friction to travel. But every mile it goes wears out its tires bit by bit.
Neither is the track even, there are always bumps and potholes along the way.
Like all the work and assignments i have, the revision i have to do, the stress to endure, the PW! all the sai kang work!! its wearing me out. but life's like that, its something to endure, its something challenging that makes life all the more interesting. Imagine a straight road with no obstacles. Well! sure you can zip across it feel the wind in your face. But its a short and easy ride.

You can't ask Life to stop throwing lemons in your face!

The cyclist also rarely talks during the bike journey. He communicates, but not chat. Most of his attention is focused in the surroundings.
Truth be told, im sort of like that too. The cyclist only enjoys his chat with other cyclists during a break. Its nothing negative though :)

the only disadvantage we have is that we have no brakes. life goes on and on.....

The cyclists only guidance on the road are road signs, signals, traffic and his sense of direction.
We have our beloved parents, teachers, friends, laws in society and our common sense, haha :D

The cyclist changes gear to deal with slopes.
We make changes, we have the ability to choose and decide what we want.



I'm probably under some sort of influence after reading all those notes on the theory test.
So you see, YA's life is revolving round bikes and cycling, just like a cyclist, pushing and turning the pedals round and round...








signing off.

Call Of The Wild at 8:51 PM