tough day!
What a rotten day. Like seriously.
The thing i like abour imaging is that when you do get your stuff, there is this high that follows. So its worth all the shitty times spent on it. But today was quite an exception. After so many attempts, i still got nothing. I mean this is really awful luck. Of the may ways one can orientate a larvae, mine has to be on the wrong side all the time? Like the 20 times i tried?
The other reason could be due to the temperature. Because I couldn't find an incubator at 29, i left it at 25. maybe thats a rotten idea.
I feel like i need to go shop or something. but i have nothing in mind to buy. maybe some cds?? nothing i really want now either. Actually, its been quite a while since i last bought some cds...
little sparrow
I think birds, sparrows are such fragile creatures. They even have hollow bones! And to see one lying motionless, dead under the shade of a bush, just strikes a chord in me. I was saddened. it looked so peaceful, it was as if it died while in its sleep.
the real run
i survived!!
ok it wasn't that much. 10km run which is almost the distance i cover when i run home from work. Except today's run had different terrain. Running on sand is tough.
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real run -- prelude
The Real Run starts at 7.30am later today.
I am not in bed.
I wonder what it will be like...
later...
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i need another break
I am recovering from Bali. I am recovering from company's staff symposium. I am recovering from company's staff retreat.
I need to some time to recover.
Starting with Bali. It was simply too great for words. 8 dives in 3 days. It was quite tiring actually. And Bali has HUGE waves. Choppy waters. For the first time in a very long while, i thought i was going to either throw up on board, or, throw myself overboard. And when the boat rides over a HUGE wave, you get this moment of zero gravity experience during which I will shamelessly grab the poor guy next to me. Who, happened to be a really nice guy cos...
: so sorry... do u mind.??
R: no, its ok.
We were suppose to see Manta rays at Manta point. We were suppose to see the MolaMola at Nusa Penides. We didn't. We braved the cold waters, the strong currents, the nauseating boat rides. and nothing. Still, i must say that the dives themselves were quite an experience. I've never been in such cold waters before. I've never seen the cold water mixing with warm water while i am in it -- its like syrupy sort of water when that happens. Neither have i experienced that much surge and currents before -- unforgettable last dive where we were coral rock climbing, and i was basically tearing corals apart trying hard to get a good grip. Like honestly, when you are put in such a situation, where finning gets u nowhere except in the opposite dirrection, i don care if i rip bits of corals off. After Bali, malaysia waters seem all mild and nice.
We wanted to paraglide but due to strong winds, we never took to the skies.
We surfed. That was totally fun! When you are on the surfboard with the wave carrying you, surging on, you get a kind of high thats indescribable. It was such a high that it was worth all the paddling, salt water drinking, unglam-crashing-into-the-sand moments etc... It was so addictive that I returned the next morning despite having a 1pm flight (it wind up being one of those running through the airport situation just 45mins before take off...lugging a wet and therefore heavy wetsuit, wet hair, and i feel as if i had salt encrusting my face or something!)
Now, i have tanlines at my wrists and ankles. Ugly but worth it.
The high from surfing carried me though 2 more days. that was good because i felt confidently nonchalent about presenting during the staff syposium. I didn't rehearse like what i usually do, i just went up and talked. and half way through i thought to myself "shit, am i screwing up?" but it turned out ok. Some people liked it i think. I get those "i like your presentation/movies" statements. *phew*
Company retreat at sentosa. Having had enough Bali Sun, i wasn't really looking forward to a day at sentosa for team building and stuff but i survived that. With a really burnt back! I didn't get burnt in bali. I got burnt from a day in sentosa!
Today was one of those zombie-fied days.
left: Moonrise over Sanur beach. Breathtaking scene. this picture doesn't do it justice. Right: This is like the scariest thing i've come across in all these years of diving! Sharks and trigger fishes don't scare me but a sea snake this huge is definitely not something i fancy.
On food: i believe i could have lost weight during this trip. The boat rides to our dive sites tend to be puke-inducing -- i tend to eat only a little for breakfast. Lunch is usually on board, and its nothing great. As a result, i barely eat in the day and gorge during dinner. In fact for this trip, food didn't seem to be a priority at all. We surfed in the morning, and being late for paragliding, we skipped lunch. We were starving by dinner time. Ryan and i surfed on our last day in Bali, we didn;t have time for lunch till we boarded the plane. By which time i was starving too. This picture was taken during one of the dinners in Kuta.
Background: the memorial constructed for the bombing at one of the pubs in kuta... This trip wouldn't have been possible without the mr andy.
Just for an idea of how windy it was up at Nusa Dua... such that we could not paraglide
This is what happens when you surf in a full wetsuit...
The view from this super classy resort at Nusa Dua -- Nikkos (i think) resort and spa.
Our favourite past time during this trip...
Our attempt to do a safety stop and not be swept away by currents. I wonder if there are any articles out there which advises on how to keep hair neat underwater...
heard...
: i don think its likely you get attached now
B: why not?
: look, u go back to work on weekends. I don't think u will have the time for a relationship
was i too harsh? Silence ensues and that was the end of the conversation
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joey: so if the homo sapiens were really HOMO sapiens, is that why they are extinct?
Ross: homo sapiens are people!
joey: look, i am not being judgemental!
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my chinafication
after buying 4 bras, 3 thongs, 3 tanga, i can't help but feel that maybe, its a little overboard.
But who can resist sweet floral prints and happy stripes? Though no one sees what lies beneath my clothes, i make it a point to tell my colleagues if i am wearing something new, and if possible, give them a little peek :)
next, the chinafication of angeline.
in the past 8 days, i have been to ktv 3 times, clocking a total of 16 hours minimum.
i read chinese now, i speak more mandarin, though i still sound slightly weird. i feel that if i were to go ktv any time soon again, i will go mad. its fun, i enjoy singing very much but over doing it is something else. happiness if somewhere between too much and too little.
Though, i must say that i really like stef sun ya. She is the one local singer whose style i like very much. well, kit chan ain't either, but when it comes to the style of singing, stef stands out. somehow, she reminds me a little of cranberries and tori amos. Voice with character, not the sweet melty sort.
my chronic ankle pain makes funny cracking sounds when i stretch it.
i need to go to bed. i've so much to do before flying off on tue! tomorrow, sunday, is entirely devoted to work. i need a life, so i go for a holiday. But i have to work so much more bfore i can take off.
really, one day i see myself letting go of everything and go be a weirdo hermit in some mountain. There, i will sin gmy ktv songs!! hhahhaha
small irks?
Apparently a friend, or rather a colleague is upset when i told her that many people thinks that she is a clean freak. She just has this thing for being clean. You can tell just from watching the way she washes her hands -- vigorous scrubbing and drying with paper towels, opening doors with a paper towel wrapped around the handle etc.
she: I am upset. why do all of you think this way of me?
: because its true? U can't deny that right?
she: ya, but how well can all of you know me??
: we don't have to know u that well to know that you have a thing for being clean...
she: i just don't like the idea of being judged by others.
: its inevitable. we judge each other all the time.
She, coincidentally, also fondly known as waffle gal, is the same person who a few years back confided in me
"you know sometimes when i am washing my hands, i feel like i can't stop washing them"
There is this guy who i like to accuse of being a chauvinist. He likes to make huge sweeping statements, oftentimes, very stereotypic ones as well. While i on the other hand, seems to fall into a sadistic trap of wanting to put him down whenever he makes such statements.
he: a gal who looks so good can't be eating alone!
Ash: no, a pretty gal can eat alone, why not? she gets hungry!
I really hated that. It implies that not-so-pretty gals eat alone because they can't a guy/someone to eat with them?
Sometimes, i enjoy being by myself. I am sure there are pretty gals out there who do too. Shopping and getting hungry and having to eat alone. Some people i know like to sip coffee while watching the world go by. Do nothing in particular. Just being alone, being quiet and contemplative perhaps.
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It was a Thursday morning. You were wearing that ratty little Dartmouth t-shirt you look so good in. The one with the hole in the back of the neck. You'd just washed your hair and you smelled like some kind of flower. I was running late for surgery. You said you were gonna see me later and you leaned to me, you put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. Was quick, kinda like a habit. You know, like we'd do it every day for the rest of our lives. You went back to reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed.
