Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Welcome one and all back to the show. Lately, my mind's preoccupied with some things. Well. Big and small stuff, here and there, problems which bugs me. For a good example is my internet connection. Well. Other things like..wont tell. Hehe. HouYes. Fret not, cuz theChang said that hes gonna help with with my blog when he finds inspiration to. Watch out for his posts. Hilarious. Hmm. I tot that this isn’t a v good long term solution. So I decided to pre-type my post-> put in my thumb -> then bring to school -> use library’s com to publish it “in-a-min” . well.
I got two new stuff to tell you all about. 1. DreamsAlive and 2. LifeAss. HouYes? HouYes. Let me introduce to you guys wads those two, totally cool stuff about. Hmm. Which one is more interesting? Wth, wad am I saying? Both are cool. I shud say, which is cooler than the-already-cool-coolstuff. Hehe. Alright. Should leave the cooler of the cool to the last. Let me talk abt DreamsAlive first.
DreamsAlive. One look, u know its abt dreams right? Dun be dumb. Of cuz I am. Alrite. DreamsAlive is a new column which I will be putting up. Featuring all kinds of dreams HouYes.Br is gonna have, it will be an eye-mouth-nose-ears openers for all. Sounds great? Great. All dreams cannot bee remembered fully. Onli in part or in fragments. So expect it to be short, unrealistic, silly, lame, and lame. And I will try to explain them maybe? And try to draw parallels with my real life.
Let me start the BALLS rollin’ with the first DreamsA post. (Lamer, this is the wolverine dream I was talking abt!) how long was that?)
Alrite. I swam in and out of sleep. (y’know, I am v hardworking, I swim in class, and even my sleep!) then I realized I became someone strong. Someone cool. I became wolverine. Y’know? The almighty wolverine? With indestructible set of skeletal bones? With super duper stupid regen? And the three long “thingy” which can stick out? Good for barbequing heh? Hehe. I became a stupid hairy wolverine. I dunno why I found myself in a swimming pool. I will say it resembles the TP swim complex. With two main pools and a small Jacuzzi and a lifeguards tower. I was just having fun, jumping in and out, in and out. In and out in and out.
Believe me, it was great fun.
The lifeguard( probably coach david? Hehe) was blowing his whistle, LIKE MAD, asking me to stop jumping abt. And drown beginners with my splashes. HouYes, it felt great. Jumping to heights of maybe.. 40 metres? Great fun—plus landing without injuries lah!! . but fun stops.. and I felt drained. And I stopped jumping. I said that I missed the fun. OUT OF NO WHERE, comes a very pretty “ assistance”? a young woman/girl(prolly another swimmer?), said<”who says?, she then brings me to the Jacuzzi, do dunno what the hell ,( I think she unplugged something), then I was electrocuted. Man. I was pumped up with rage. My claws went back up again!. I jumped the rest of my dream.
Just imagine the air blowing against u while u are suspended mid-air. The feeling is one word, simply “addictive”.
About LifeAss, hmm. How should I go abt doing this? Hmm. Okay.. this is another column to be set. It talks abt the life of things belonging to me(houYes?). so an example of one of the titles could be, “a day the life of one of HouYes.Br’s shoe – the DVS Militia Dip.” Ok? Get the general concept? They may come in first person account or third person, see which I like lor. Hmm. Alright, I shall begin with one. (wtf. My math cct is in a few hours, with maths and English portfolio undone, and I am still crapping here, wad is the world becoming to?) wad u guys think?
“ Life as HouYes.Br’s currently-7-yr-old arena googles”
It all began on 8th September 1999. when my more-than-exciting life started. I became the slave of a stupid slaver owner. Well, I shant say he treated me badly, maybe he did at times.. well.. onli at times..On 8th sep 99, my slaver owner’s mother’s husband’s son’s younger brother’s father, came into this exclusive stall which I called home for a few days. I saw this person, holding me up, and said it to a stupid promising swimmer like my slave owner, “son, wad abt this?”
Little and stupid as he was, he knows his stuff well, he did that this is the latest and coolest googles on the shelf now, and agreed to buy me without hesitation. His father, so kind, he also bought my cousin. Well, I shant elaborate abt the poor fate of my cousin, I haven heard abt him for years ever since one competition. I hated his anyway. My that cousin, always putting on a cool look with his mercuralised front. Yes, hes got that gleam which I nv had. Does that mean that I was a lousier google, no way..
I embarked on my more-than-exciting life since then. First few weeks of life was easy. I was handled properly. Kept nicely in my box after each and every training he had. I didn’t mind blocking all that chlorine water for him as long as he treated me well. However, things took for a change, like a graph drawn by him, so wild, so incomplete always. He began to swim faster. Sprinting his balls off trying to keep up with Benjamin kheng and nick chew, the rush of water, the rush of power, the surging waters…the penetrating sunlight, the deafening whistle of the coach, but I get some benefits at times! You noe why? Bcuz he keep looking at girls!! Omg. Wad a sight. Hehe. Slowly, eroding the words on my shoulder, melting the rubber of my hair, I began to realize that he wasn’t treating me as well as before alrdy. He throws me around,. He scratches me. He refuses to polish me. Fog blinds my life in uncertainties.
My first ever competitive experience with him was the JIC, junior inter-club. He did great. Getting a first in 50m free, a 4th in 50m breast and a 3rd in 50m back. Oh was he glorified. I began to sense the special trusts he had in me, the trusts that I will remain clear headed, trusts that I will not leave him in the middle of a swim. Trusts that he could be one with me. We had it. We owned. Just once.
Another twist of fate. He got new googles. He got me new rivals. Of cuz, my hair snapped. I was of no use to him anymore. He left me bald, in a corner of his house or his swimming bag, for more than 4 years. I nv touched water, for 4 years, I nv saw sunlight. It was miserable. I thot that perhaps. One day, I could relive the moments with him again. The glory, the honour..i must be dreaming..
Well. As y’know, dreams and miracles do happen. One day. I was awoken by this loud noise of closing and opening of drawers. For once in 4 years, hope flashed across my life. He open my drawer. He scanned it. He looked as tho he have seen something so familiar yet so distant. It was the googles he had years back. As an older boy, a better swimmer, he picked up the googles which led him into victory years back, he was happy. He was glad, to get back such an historical artifact which marked his pinnacles in his swimming life. He decides to show off his findings to his big and mean coach, you can call him Coach David. I was given a new hairstyle, it was smooth, it was translucent white. I was thirsty. I want to re enter water again.
He put me in his bag, I sat there in anticipation. Waiting and waiting. In darkness. Waiting was never the stigma of my life ever since years ago. I was used to it. As a matter of fact. One day, what I had before me was the cool pool of the acs barker. As my show-off owner flashed me about, I was indeed happy to see the pool, again. Ah! A dream come true! I am not onli thirsty, I am chlorine thirsty. Off we went, reliving the moments of glory together. This time, with more power, with more life, this time, with more passion. I felt his eagerness to win again. Will I get the chance to go competitive with him once again? I live in hope.
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a few shout outs here. Let me take the chance to.
To:
Coach David – hello.
Josh – this is what I call blogging
Nick sim – we hav funny frustrations over the same things.
Nick chew – where the hell are you?
Bing hua – I am gonna challenge you to 50m back one day
Adriel tay – u! 100m back one day!
Yuxuan – u are gonna get dunked again!
Zach tan – gravity defied!
Lamer – seems like I owe u a lot of stuff.. hehe
Ugly Face – ugly is wad makes human perfect
Glenn – another great dunking session next time
Gen - long time no contact!
MotherQuah – dun get too Quah ok!
Yijun – moor house is gonna crush julian goh and tze kang.
Cheryl Lim – hell. Be satisfied with timings!
Kevin Lim – u’re pro lah.
Enorymouse ( ßcorrect?) – original and interesting name, thks for tagging
Roanne Ho – wth?
SushiLoverCenturyEggHater – if I can’t get someone out of my head, maybe they’re supposed to be there..
Ah. Wad am I gonna do for maths cct later? Hecks. Anyway I sure fail? Nah, will keep trying! Josh intro-ed a maths magician to me. I live in hope!
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Thursday, July 13, 2006
hello everyone. my internet connection still down. so i using this lesson( which i told my bio teacher tat bcuz of sch nats, i cant sit for the bio tests which consitutes 40% of my ca). its true. wad can i do? hehe...]
so fun. library air con just nice. not too cold, not too hot. hmm. just saw my frens on the newspaper. the sch nats one. basket. why am i not in/ hmm, talking abt sch nats, wad can i say? coach definitely say,"wad more can he ask for?" hehe must be. but i think its not bad rite? hehe. 1.07.36. another shocking best time.. free style 50m i lost lah got third. with a slow time of 25.65. omgah. adding to my slow swims. but a bronze afterall. thks RI> THKS!
houNo. the bell just rang moments ago. gotta leave soon... hehe
i am not sure abt training now man. coach might just scold me again. hmm, i dunno if i shud continue training or i shud lay off a while, then all my work gone/.. wad to do? maybe.. i ask coach..heh..
just selected my courses for the DMP shit, got a few courses just to make up the 48 hrs. hehe. i took conversational malay too. will be looking forward to it. so i can converse with my stupid malay fren. ( onli got one >> FARIS>)) He calls me idiot now, ( he also pon class with me!!))
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