Sava Sprint 2008 - September 13 & 14 @ Bedok Reservoir

Results:
Men's 500m finals - 5th placing (out of 15 teams)
Men's 200m finals - 5th placing (out of 15 teams)

We always lose out on a medal. Just when we thought we had a chance of bringing home a medal this year, stronger teams emerge to dash our hopes. This teaches us never to be complacent, and to push ourselves to the limits and beyond every time we get on the boat.

Personally, I feel that I still have some way to go to be able to compete competitively. I've tried my best yesterday and today and really pushed myself to focus on the race, and not the aching in my muscles or the scorching sun on my skin. I've improved since the last race (SDBF) in terms of technique and endurance, and I hope that this coming River Regatta in November, I can truly give myself a big pat on my back and say I am part of Naga Team A!


Behind each weary silhouette is a fierce determination to do our very best and make our brothers proud. That is the true Naga spirit.

Talking about BJs

I have a filthy mind I know.

These Hands

Him
It feels empty nowadays, when there is nothing to hold on to. The tan line where the wedding band used to be is the only reminder of the times we had, good and bad. They grasp the pen that signed the pact that bound us together, seemingly forever but now it seems like......never.

Her
It feels empty nowadays, when there is nothing to clean and wash. The tan line where the wedding band used to be is the only grim reminder of the times we had, seldom good, mostly bad. They grasp the pen that signed the pact that blindingly bound me to you, seemingly forever, but now I'm glad it's never!

90 beeps

02.09.08
8.50am
CTE

ERP: 9 freaking dollars.

It is one of those mornings when I just couldn't drag my feet to walk 10 mins to the train station and end up being sweaty and agitated, so I hailed a cab, an old Nissan Cedric (there are only a handful of them left on the roads) to save myself from being canned like a sardine.

I like old cabs; the worn out seats, stale smell of the car and cracks on the passenger window gives me a feeling of nostalgia. The taxi was running on an old meter. The button for adding the surcharges comes only in 10 cents denomination (newer models come with dollar options). The poor taxi driver had to press the button 90 freaking times to add up the $9 ERP surcharge. Hearing 90 beeps at one go sounded like Wall.E on steroids.

The taxi driver, after adding up the sums turned around and said that this is the first time he clocked so much in ERP charges as he normally drives night shifts. The look on his face was a mixture of sheepishness and empathy. Sheepish because he feels bad for taking money from me on behalf of the G, empathy because he can understand how bad I must be feeling having my money taken away from me.

He asked me if I needed a receipt, thinking that I can probably get it reimbursed at work. But I told him no. This is my lunch money, just take it.

I'll never be caught dead......

Early this morning, I found 2 pictures of a colleague in my mailbox who, after much deliberation, decided that they were her best pictures to be posted on our corporate website for a feature on 'the day in the life of an employee'. Talk about putting your best face forward.

The first one is just a normal profile picture with her smiling sweetly. I have no problem with that. Now, the second picture.....maybe she is just trying to show us the "I'm-cuter-than-the-powerpuff-girls-combined" side of her, but it really is not funny when you are over 30 and posing with a kawaii "V" sign with your hands sticking to your face.

The V pose, or any other cutesy hand sign poses are strictly for beings below 5 (for boys) and 10(for girls). Any attempt by anyone to take pictures in these poses beyond the ages is vomit inducing. At this point I am tempted to pose a picture of my male colleague who committed this offence not so long ago, but he has recently shown interest in a member of the opposite sex and I do not want to put an abrupt end to it.

I will never be caught dead posing with the V sign. If you can dig out a picture of me in that pose, I'll buy you a meal. No, make it two (but you must promise to destroy it afterwards). Neither will I (in ascending order of grossness) be caught dead:

1. Wearing low V neck t-shirts that dips all the way down to my torso
2. Scratching my crotch in public
3. Hanging out with my ex-boss stinky
4. Wearing denim shorts

Some of you must wonder why I put wearing denim shorts after hanging out with stinky. Its a close fight I admit, but if I hang out with stinky, I can stand at a distance away from him. If I wear denim shorts, everyone will stand at a distance away from me. I've encountered many gross middle aged men who thinks wearing tight denim shorts is the "in" thing and can accentuate their "curves". I find it plain disturbing and have nightmares afterwards. Denim shorts are only for ladies with tight tushes and slim cellulite free gams.

Now you know my ultimate nightmare: Stinky in low V neck t-shirt and denim shorts scratching his crotch in public.