2012, Here I Come.

"When you hit rock bottom, there's only 1 direction you can go. And that is up."

And I can only go up.

Primary School Friends

I just came back from a meeting of my primary school friends. They are all doing extremely good. Sometimes, I just cannot believe that we actually grew up together. Some are in NUS, NTU, SMU, some are working and are doing well and I realised that I made the least progress among the guys. Most went to JC, went to army early, came out and already in their last year of studies. I just completed my first semester. Some went polytechnic and went ahead to further their studies, now in their 3rd year, but I just completed my first semester. Some already graduated and is now working, local and overseas, but I just completed my first semester of studies. Not only that, I am still planning to delay my degree for a year because of my incapabilities in my language skills.

I feel ashamed and inferior. I used to be the promising student. I told myself enough of the crap that "it is okay to fall behind", "it is okay to fall down", "you shouldn't be giving yourself so much pressure". Look where I am standing now. I am supposed to be in Liverpool doing my LLB. Cheers for being poor. Fuck my life.

Back to my friends, sometimes, I feel kinda awkward sometimes because my ex-girlfriend of 3 years is there. Just to fill your curious minds, we didn't talk, just smiled to each other before we left. My best friend in Primary school was there too. We somehow remembered a little here and there of all the shit we did before, but all of us moved on with our lives.

It is interesting how we grew up but traces of our characters as we know each other in primary school are still there.

Something worth mentioning was my primary school teacher. She knew my brother, sister and mom. It hit me when she didn't remember my name, but she slowly recalled who I was later in the outing. I was, as usual, the good boy in her eyes. In fact, in most person's eyes.

It is late and I shall end off here. Below is the group photo of us.

We met, chat, laughed and left for our individual lives once again. May they all do brilliantly in their lives. Every god, bless them.

Caged.

I woke up this morning and I felt so cooped up at home as if the air in here is not fresh anymore. I just want to go out and bask in the sun, perspire and feel tired.

It is weird because I love to stay at home, and I just went for a BBQ yesterday.

Martial arts didn't teach me to fight loneliness.

2 words to describe martial arts. Lonely, exhaustive.

I am not referring to mix-martial art because that is not exactly martial arts. They just make you real fit and teach you to wallop someone skillfully. And, this is the concept behind most martial arts nowadays like Muay Thai, Taekwondo, Karate, etc. But there is much more than that, and only by stepping deeper, will you understand what I am referring to. At that point, you will feel stuck, because you cannot quit, and it really burns you to press on.

I wish I took music instead of this. It appears classier and more socially accepted.

How do you know they even care.

Another aspect of dilemma is the one from the heart. Sometimes, there are frustrating situations that bothers you and how nice it would be for you to talk to someone. But talking to someone means you have to explain the whole situation on top of your frustration before anyone can understand you. It is fucking irritating but that is the most ideal situation.

Sometimes, they just don't get your point or think that it is not an issue and return you with nonchalant remarks. When that happens, you wished that you had just shut up.

To say or not to say sometimes is not about protecting anyone's privacy, it's about whether you can handle what handed back to you.

I choose not to say.

OMG, 1 boy died.

And so, 1 casualty in the run yesterday. It's a sad thing. Not like the marathon is something worth doing. Before doing it, why don't you read an excerpt from Wikipedia about marathons:

"The name Marathon comes from the legend of Pheidippides, a Greek messenger. The legend states that he was sent from the battlefield of Marathon to Athens to announce that the Persianshad been defeated in the Battle of Marathon (in which he had just fought), which took place in August or September, 490 BC. It is said that he ran the entire distance without stopping and burst into the assembly, exclaiming "Νενικήκαμεν" (Nenikékamen, 'We have won.') before collapsing and dying."

HE DIED PEOPLE!

Yes, he did fight a war before that, but he probably trained for quite a period of time. So if you are not sure whether you can survive/complete the run, don't run. If you want to try, don't over push yourself. Rushing into something this tedious is testing your life, not endurance. Endurance comes only when you are fit enough to survive.

Live to fight another day.

Or else, just take taichi, or martial arts. Tedious, but controlled. Call me at 92717437 for more info, or drop by at our school at Eastgate building, just beside roxy square along East Coast Road. Level 5. Gentle Studios.

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Standard Charted 2011

It's Standard Charted 2011 tomorrow. For all those running, check out the video below, I believe that it will be an inspiration for you to push to the end tomorrow. For people who decided that tomorrow is your last hardcore running session, please continue for your health. Running is a good hobby.