Meh..

I got my contract extended for another 2 weeks. I'm feeling super stoked about it, as it would give me a valid reason not to go visiting on weekends. I never was a fan of Hari Raya, and have never understood the true meaning of it. Surely it means more than refurbishing the home, receiving money from relatives and then deciding what to blow it on? Sure, you may say that it tightens the bond between friends, family and relatives. Yea, superficial bonding through gossips and forced small talk. Brilliant.

CPF contributions suck to the bone. I got 14% of my pay deducted?! A huge wtf to that one. Am I liable to an income tax deduction too? Damn I'm such a noob at this.

After weighing the pros and cons of the list below, I've decided to get a bike. I'm eying a couple of models from Scott and Trek, mostly at their road hybrids and hardtail MTBs. I'm honestly torn between the two types, and it doesn't help that they are at opposite ends of the biking spectrum either! DAMN!

It's been almost a month since I ran at Bedok Reservoir. My work schedule only permits me to run after 11pm, so that completely rules out Bedok Reservoir as a running route. Instead, I'm stuck with a mundane asphalt loop that's so riddled with carbon-monoxide on weekends that my lungs would probably be better off in a room full smokers on lunch break than out there running the course. I can't wait for school to start so I can get back on my fitness regime again! I miss SP's poolside gym and the MILFy gym care-taker!

Labels: Bike, Run, Work

Talk about counting chickens before they hatch! It's the pre-Salary Day 'Things to BUY' list!

Polar RS200
I've never used a heart-rate monitor before, mostly because I'm turned off by chest strap that's needed to be worn to measure the heart-rate. Cursed with ultra-sensitive nipples, I figured that the chest strap would give me unneeded arousal in the said area. The only appealing attribute about this are it's aesthetics and the 99-lap memory, which is a wee bit of an overkill. I might as well get a Timex Ironman if I need the lap memory.
Price: $250-$350


Crumpler, the "Mahoubar"
Ever since my bag got stolen about a month and a half back, I've been using the Standard Chartered Marathon 2007 bag for my daily commutes. It is so ugly, but being a guy, function always precedes form. Maybe it's time for something more rugged and has more capacity and most importantly, in backpack form. I never was a fan of slingbags because they put too much strain of my left shoulder, and slinging it on the right seemed so 'unnatural'. The price is a huge turn-off though.
Price: $210


Trek FX 7.2
At the instant I saw this bike, it made me wanna quit running and buy latex tops and lycra pants. Seriously drool-worthy. I never was a fan of bikes fitted with suspensions. I felt that they absorbed too much pedal power. Especially those fitted with the mid-body suspension, god, I would find myself bouncing around much more than actually moving forward. This bike would be great for those days were I find myself too tired to run and when the muscles are too sore from gym, yet have enough in the tank for my daily dose of cardio. Only problem is storage. I wouldn't wanna keep this locked outside.
Price: $600-$800


Sony PS3
Half-life 2 plays great through it. GTA IV is awesome through it. Uncharted is totally mind-blowing through it! I can think of so many reasons to get this, but I also can think of as many reason not to.
Price: $500-$600 w/o games

The worst thing about this is that I can only get ONE item! Fucking bummer!

Labels: Things

1. 1pm wake-up call
2. Turn on the computer and surf music/guitar forums for an hour
3. Consider whether or not to take a bath before heading to work.
4. Figured that splashing some cologne on me would have the same effect as bathing
5. Arrive at work
6. Do stock taking and all the shift-handover bullshit
7. Ogle at the St. Anthony's Canossian schoolgirls who drop by the store
8. Muster up my most deep, masculine and sexy voice when they check-out at my cashier
9. Look intensely into their eyes while scanning their potato chips and convenience foods
10. Increase eye contact intensity when dumping their stuff into plastic bags
11a. Ask (in my most deep, masculine and sexy voice) for her name if she looks geeky and innocent
b. Smile if she looks horny, slutty or whorish
12. Smile again
13. Feel your heart sink as she hands you her Ez-link for payment: She's just 13 years old!
14. Hand her back her Ez-link hesitantly
15. Her hands accidentally touches mine, and her eyes gaze up to look at me through her 500 degree glasses
16. She fumbles with her card and change, then hurriedly walks out, but not before looking back in my direction and then shyly smiling away.
17. Get snapped back into reality by an impatient fuck who wants his change for the newspaper he bought
18. A plus-sized Indian women would come by between 6pm and 7pm and head over to the liquor chiller. 3 bottles of raspberry Vodka would be on my counter not long after. Bag 2 of them, pop open the tab for the remaining one.
19. She drinks that in the store, and unfortunate me would have to listen to her gripe about her useless maid, her husband and her poor old fucking daughter in between sips.
20. Feel glad when she swallows the last drop of it and leaves the store.
21. Bills, Nets, Cashcards and Ez-link bullshit until 10:30pm
22. Close the cashier and do settlements
23. Put up with the shift-handover bullshit.
24. Reach home at 11:10pm
25. Out the door by 11:15pm if I have enough in the tank for a run
26. If not, I would just work out at home
27. Feel tired but great after a run
28. Eat
29. 3-4 hours of forum surfing before heading off to bed.
30. Wake up at 5am
31. Groggily eat breakfast
32. Return longingly to bed
33. Sleep until 1pm.

Today marks my 4th cigarette-free month. No mean feat, considering that I've gone almost close to 14 months without a single puff in the past. I've no intention of relapsing into such an wallet-burning habit again. It's plain stupid and expensive. I'm slowly losing my dad to those fucking cancer sticks. Never would I forget that night of his coughing fits. It was fucking horrible and gory. It sounded like he was gonna cough his tarred lungs out. It sounded like he was gonna die. Fucking horrible.

He doesn't know how fucked up this makes me feel. I always feel like hooking the cigarette from his mouth and then crushing it in front of his face whenever he lights up one of his many post-dinner fags, and then tell him to stop killing himself because I love him so fucking much. No surprises though, Little Asian Boy's too timid to speak his mind.

My grandfather is dying, and my dad knows it. I've always wondered what goes through his mind about the issue, what monologues go through inside his head and what he plans to do should the inevitable happen. Then I figured I didn't have to venture far, because the way he feels for his dad, is the same way that I feel for my dad right now.