i am so bored that i surfed alltherecipes.com and got myself into the mood for baking. damn! :(:(

Yay I love polaroids pictures super nice. too bad they are halting the manufacturing of the films next year and so some brilliant people came up with this idea to gather the most talented users of the polaroid camera to publish a coffee book to display all the nice-ness.



for the love of light


damn. the pdf is not working on my computer i can't figure out what's the tiny print on my astro notes on the hourglass nebula from symbiotic stars (whatever that means). meanwhile, i'm catching up on the season3 of so you think you can dance and the new dancers are so highly skilled makes me wna enroll for a dance class immediately. haha so inspiring.

took a 1.5hr nap just now and woke up from a dream feeling like an entire different person. wished I could be like Coleridge, to be able to write such a beautiful poem right after his dream. alas, i haven't done anything spontaneous for awhile lately. missed that feeling.
anyhow, the feeling was utterly surreal. but afternoon naps are nasty. they make you groggy like mad and it takes time to rev yourself back into momentum again.

but hurray we can select our new modules! cross my fingers and toes that i can be able to enroll into film theory class!

"07....5!"

fuck I just lost the lucky draw first prize by just a number!!! my lucky draw number was 074.which includes a timex watch, a monotine marathon bicycle worth $800 and a crumpler bag (FUCK!). that was at the end of bike rally when we completed 128km. fucking insane. i almost went mad reading the road signs mentioning 'seng kang rd' or 'tampines rd' again and again because those areas were the longest route to cover. For the first time I tasted what it meant when they say "mind over matter".

Not only physically are we challenged because of the slopes (your heart will always sink whenever you see a huge daunting slope, and there are some that are 45degrees or more upwards. god.) and the cars (some drivers are just fucking crazy. they don't give way nor are they safe drivers. horn at us somemore when they are almost at the brink of collision with us cyclists!) your butt will be so painful whenever you go back to sit on the bike you wished that you have never joined this stupid 128km bike marathon just for a finisher shirt. i swear i have a bruise on my ass right now, in the shape of the seat of the bike. we braved the mild drizzle and rain and the slippery road and dangerous drivers and that crazily long stretch of road next to changi runway which i think it was 10km worth of flat road. food was just 3 raisin muffins and 1/2 a banana all day long with 100plus to fill your stomach. you'll stink of deep heat because your muscles are so tired out and aching but to push on you need pain reliever in the form of deep heat creams all over your legs and even your butt, where you applied as discreetly as you could among the crowd and along the mini stopover at bus stops. and with people dropping out of the 128km race one by one until you are the last of the entire group, where the safety cyclist and the entire gaggle of organisers and helpers in lorries and vans trail slowly behind you, encouraging you all the way, it's really heartening and disheartening at the same time. (if you get what i mean)

but omg, you discover the most beautiful places in the rural parts of Singapore, where colonial houses still stand back from the 1900s (near seletar reservoir) and trees and scenery you'll never imagine singapore to have (at changi park). and god, that immense wave of relieve + satisfaction + triumph when you cross over the finish line, with the applause of your friends and the organisers and participants. god. i think i'll never forget this race.

( 3 roadskippers on bikes. )