Super Toning Exercise Routine

Presenting to you... the greatest exercise routine of all time to get your body to shape, drawn by the legendary artist Quan Rung (not Alexis) Van Gogh! Just doing those exercises as directed in the picture will get you on your way to achieve the FHM/MAXIM body you always dreamed of! (or Quan Rung can ask that model for her money back)

Painstakingly hand-drawn for this I-wanna-have-a-toned-body-too! piece of blubber who is writing the post you are reading, this picture is available too for all to peruse and learn! (gotta actually do it too, to see the results, damn!) But if you do steal this picture and post it on your blog without giving credit to Quan Rung, you can bet your spare tyre that I am going to bite you (not on facebook) but really bite you until you scream like a girl (or if you're already a girl, just scream).

Thank you.

FREEZE or I'LL SHOOT!

Just got my NS letter. Was praying super hard just before I opened it because I didn't wanna go in right after my A levels, in the December intake, that's be a real killjoy. ANYWAY, my intake is the March one, which means I still have the chance to retake my napfa test and hopefully clear my 2.4 so I can go in April instead!

I got posted to police, which apparantly is a good place to get posted to. (*thinking about Infernal Affairs... woo so cool!!*)

Now that I have a few months after A levels to enjoy, I can go find a job somewhere (maybe with Brian's mom's shop, HAHA), or go on a holiday, OR BOTH!

Suddenly the future does not seem to bleak anymore!

Hanazakari no Kimitachi e

Just finished watching this J-drama after 5 days!! Was really trying to control myself and limit myself to an episode a day. But.. It wasn't to be and I just watched 5 episodes today.

The show portrayed a school that I believe most of us would love to go; where the emphasis is on character building and having fun and not so much on grades. The festivals they had, though, were certainly out of this world and so amusing.

The actors were great and expressed their emotions well. They led me through the rollercoaster of their own feelings, difficulties, and resolve to overcome them.

Although it's quite a feel good show and I generally don't like shows with predictable endings, I have to admit I enjoyed this show thoroughly. (am I turning into a himbo... NOOOOOoooo!!...)

Thanks Quanrung!! for intro-ing me the show!!

Dororo

"It's strange... The pain in my heart... Doesn't go away"
-Hyakki-maru 百鬼丸

A great first Japanese movie for me! Succinct, witty, funny, heart-rendering while not cliched; it's been a while since I've enjoyed a movie this much. Shibasaki Kou's portrayal of the mercenary, yet innately kind hearted imp-ish thief is a side I would have never expected from only hearing her J-pop songs.

Home Almost Alone

It's day one since my parents and my second sis flew off to Israel, leaving me and big sis at home. The perks of having the home to ourselves include (not in any order): we get to eat out, sleep whatever time we wanna, live without concern nagging etc. Of course the flipside is we have to clean up and do the laundry ourselves. It's great to report that 18 hours after they have flown off, we are still alive, the house is still in liveable condition, and we haven't spent all our money.

It's been an awfully long while since I've been to IKEA. I've been meaning to get a nice chair to use at my computer for the longest time, thus I jumped at it when my sister asked me if I wanted to shop at IKEA. Anyhow, I finally got a real computer chair and I can say hastalavista to this excuse of a computer chair that I've been using for the past decade or so. Walking around IKEA makes you think there are so many nice things in life that you don't really need, but really wouldn't mind having. It doesn't help that they arrange their displays really nicely. Then again, I don't think I would want my parents coming home and think they entered the wrong house in two weeks time and besides most of the things at home are still in usable condition. I wouldn't want them leaving home again just 5 minutes after coming back or finding their old cupboard outside waiting to be thrown away and deciding to crucify me on it.

The Start

Just finished my 5th Haruki Murakami book. I think there aren't anymore in SAJC although he has written a few more titles. Well, I hope there isn't so I would not spend so much time reading and probably begin to study for A levels, seriously. Every of his books has been great, with my favourite being Norwegian Wood. Much has been said about this author already so anything more would be verbose and unnecessary. I fancy his stories to be more of poetic and philosophical than rather being stories per se, which incidentally, end up semi-fantasy-like. It's the kind of book that just bulldozes your pre-conceived ideas and values and gets you thinking. This is not to say that the stories are nothing to speak of; but rather they take a backseat when compared to Murakami's free-flowing and thought provoking prose.

It finally appears that there is nothing left on my plate besides the A levels, with my 3rd reflective service playing the violin over. I think my playing messed up the sound a little but hopefully I didn't interrupt anyone from worshipping God since that would be disasterous.

With 5 weeks to go before my A levels, hopefully I'll be able to start the ignition for real and get myself going academically and work my rusty study-engine for real since my O levels.

Waves

If everyones' life could be compared to something, I think mine could be compared to a wave; a wave that continuously beats against the shore. In many ways my existance is as measured as a wave, consistently moving forward and then pulling back. Yet such a seemingly uncontrolled movement is restricted by the drift lines, or boundaries I set for myself. Wittingly or unconsciously, under normal conditions, it is unlikely that I will cross this zone of content. As I remain in this mode, there is this bugging feeling that impending storm will come; a storm that will surge me past the driftline into some foreign place. And yet with the removal of the storm, an equilibrium is quickly restored, where I once again beat upon the shore with a predictable rhythm