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Friday, August 27, 2010

okay. just read something pathetically sad earlier on. it's really sickening. hmmm, i'll put it here for you to read.
"Life still goes on , of course. im not gonna put myself down just because of a guy i thought was worth waiting and loving. HAHA. Anyway well it show im a good catch...a couple of guys came..for me. HAHA. nah for now, my future is more important to focus on. Well the promos are coming and if i flunk it, my life will be ruined..hmm what can i talk about now/ let's see. Life is normal..though H says he wanna woo me..and yeah went for dinner but i'll for now...keep the options open. Hmm dolling yourself up really makes you walk with confidence.. HAHA talking and listening to H and B chat is really entertaining...ai swee B is forever looking into the mirror. REALLY have to work harder now. Math esp. And not bad.. Just had two hours spent with J and it was funny. signing off for now. After exams...i will go out with them then. A esp. He owes me an outing."

okay, just to prove like i'm missing something. okay, i'm gonna go on a limp and say that it's all fake. and that's just sad. or, if it's really true and all that is happening, with what 4 guys, who happen to have very weird first names, i have to say i'll be a bit cross. as okay, it's been a week officially since the end of what i have to call a very deranged relationship. now in a week, 4 guys. now, okay, either she's really hot, property (though she really isn't) or she has been lying to me for like the past two to three weeks. so either way, she's still lying. i know, it's gonna be hard getting over me. i know. i know.

and com'on, nobody reads her blog. only me. apparently. cause it's privacy protected. but only me, which i saw. so, a logical man would deduce from the following above, that she is just trying to prove that she's moving on and lying to me (since she knows i still read it, considering from the fact that she hasn't blocked me yet) and mostly just lying to herself (which is really really sad). now the thing i really have to say is that, please don't do it, if my assumption is actually true. there's no reason for this messed up shit. save yourself. but then again, it's quite hard when you're crazy to begin with.

may i continue on this topic? oh oh nav is going to go on a rant. you damn straight i am. but i'm gonna keep it short. maybe even shorter than our relationship. but i doubt the pain will be any less though. with you, okay, i admit, i did have a good time. for like the first seven days. after a while, it was really tiring. no, tiring as in, tiring to keep up with the madness that would ensue. and i don't mean crazy like "haha, nav is so crazy". it's like "fuckin' hell, that bitch be crazy". yeah, you've gotta say that line with the whole ghetto, hood accent. if you can, of course.

okay, maybe i should stop. or should i continue? see, this was the exact thing i asked myself when i was with her. yeah, asked her for a break. and she got all crazy on my ass that i was like "uh-uh, no she didn't. that bitch was all up in my face and i was like 'you can have that back'."

what exactly am i talking about now? i don't know. i'm getting a little crazy myself. which is good, you know. we need a little crazy in our lives. but i mean, we've gotta know when to stop. i knew. that's why i'm happily single now. yeah, maybe i'm making her out to be some bad guy. i've gotta admit, i had some faults here and there. i'm man enough to say that. but i mean, please. there's so much one can handle.

okay, just finished my exam earlier on. found out i'm gonna score a B for my retail communications. like com'on, i was expecting an A. but hey, even though i am a little disappointed. guess this makes me wanna work more harder. awww, can't believe i actually said that. yeah, NTU, NUS or SMU. hey, SMU is great. i mean, the amount of hot girls there. man, even though SMU is air-conditioned, i could still feel the heat. sports sci in NTU, social sciences in NUS or SMU? whichever man. i've gotta work.

yeah, and maybe later go swimming. it's raining. all the more for me to indulge in near-death experiences by attempting to drown myself. miss running. miss the wind in my hair, embracing my scalp, blowing the dandruff of my hair and into some other runner's face behind me. ah, good times, that was. good times.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Friday, August 20, 2010

it's a another boring day. at least i've got 3217 songs to keep me company throughout the night till about midnight, or when i'm done with this. after what i have to be done on the net, which is basically of no importance really, i'll jump or crawl or slide or drop or whatever my mood affects my motion to get into bed and open up Paulo Coelho's 'The Winner Stands Alone'. okay, didn't spend much time on it as i did on the 'White Tiger', which by the way, was an amazing book. i'm trying to bring up some sort of mood here to begin my entry so forgive me if my introduction sounds like something out of a PSLE model composition guide book.

okay, it's been only 5 days since i decided to take a break from running. did a short gym session today. been a long time since i stepped into the gym and fortunately, it was not that crowded today as compared to other days. or maybe i just came a little earlier. but allow me to do a little nit-picking here. the gym trainers have become like part of the family with some of the dragon boaters and a couple of other people who go to the gym. i wonder sometimes why these people go to the gym, when most of the time i see them slacking at the gym trainers table and having a discussion about why the aircon is so awesome in the gym with the trainers themselves. i don't see why the gym trainers forget about the job they're having. where's the professionalism. okay, these situation of the group of people always conversing and hanging out with the gym trainers will cause a certain impact on the other users, especially those new ones. just imagine, if you are new and you want to figure out how to do, let's say, a deadlift or power clean. isn't it going to be hard to actually try to either join this circle where the trainers are. isn't it going to be awkward to ask them to spare a little time to break away from a good time to actually do what they are supposed to do. i dunno. am i the only one who feels it like this?

anyway, my legs, well, there's hardly any pain. i know, i know. i've said that a lot. and i know myself that i shouldn't go around celebrating with a 10km run to east coast and back. i'm going to have to control the temptation to go for a run for like two months at the least. let my legs have a good, long rest. and then in the meantime, just keep dipping into the pool and hitting the gym for strength-training and cycling. hopefully i can build up my fitness, body and when it finally comes for me to start pounding the pavement, i'll be able to do so painlessly and strongly. yeah, i can feel it. wooo. and oh my god, i just realised that i sound so monotonously dull. oh no, this is not the way it should be.

alright, in other news, have you guys been watching the IAAF Diamond League? yeah, usain bolt's injured. and he did lose to tyson gay. tyson. that's like the most famous brand for processed meat and stuff. like you know, tyson's frozen chicken wings and tyson's nuggets. it's like the 'best' brand. but it's not really natural food, you know. and talking about fast food and nuggets, here's a lovely video. (i haven't been putting up videos in a long time now, finally thought i'd find one.)

man, that bitch be crazy. she was like "I WANT MAH NUGGETS, YOU SACK OF NUTCASES!!" man, now that's really a sad demonstration of americans just showing to the world what fast food means to them. you could see she really wanted those nuggets. smashing the windows and all. and another one since we're on the topic.

yeah, them americans better watch out. anymore of these, people might start thinking they are stupid.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

okay. i'm off for 3 months. no more running for three months. great.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My heart and my mind is in the right place. I know i'm strong enough to beat the odds. I've been doing whatever i can, starting from slow runs to moderate runs, my legs are just not getting any better. I'm working on everything. I'm feeling so frustrated. This is probably the first time i've really been so down and written such a facebook status. if there really is a man upstairs and he is trying to teach me a lesson, i have one thing to ask of him. "when is this lesson going to past, cause i have learnt my lesson. i have learnt whatever i've needed to know. i need to move on."

this has been in my mind the whole time. i've rested well enough. til my legs have really gotten better. i have done my slow runs. yes i have. i tried my best to analyse my running style. my pronation. all that. worked on it. did lower leg strengthening. was fine all the way. after progressing. the pain slowly came creeping up my bone. for some reason. argh. it really is frustrating. i've did what i've did. i'm never going to concede and fall into defeats' cold arms. i'm taking the gun. i'm going to be stronger when i come back. i'm going to be the best fucking that i can be.

damn, i remember the time when i was breaking my personal bests. okay, i know it's not much but i was really doing it well. my 2.4km, almost hitting 8.30 mins. 1500m was 5 mins plus. i was getting better. then i remember i stopped, thought now i'm not too sure why i did that. when i started training on my own after my stints in dragon boat and canoeing. it was really cool. finally coming up with your own training plans. i was getting my timing better. i was becoming better. but i guessed that's when i became over-confident of my own skills. busted my ass doing fabulous sets. really felt good those splits.

maybe i need to rest again. i'll try going lighter this week then see my condition. yeah, let's hope something works soon. i hope my sanity will remain.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

alright, here i am. like was supposed to blog after my exam. which was like a long time ago. you know what happened that day? like after i was done with my blog entry, i watched a little of youtube, logged off and left. halfway walking down to the exam venue while taking my sweet time to get myself psychologically ready for the test, i then realised something. "shit, where's my (Oakley) radar". i quickly hustled myself back to the library. it had been 10 mins. someone could have taken it. i was about to piss my pants silly. i checked on the level i was studying. not there. and then i went to the lab. would my radar be there? i went to the very same computer station and my heart skipped. there was my radar, sitting there, the chrome paint trying to blend itself with the table, however futile it was. i grabbed it and managed to get my composure back.

scary shit guys, scary shit. yeah, and the test went alright. used up the 2 hours to the best of my efforts. maybe another 10 mins would have given me more time to squeeze in a little extra points here and there. but, yeah, i'm happy with it. give me a high B at the very least. please oh please oh please. okay, i'm sounding so needy. see, sounding so needy. god, help me. wait, there's god. there's a light. god has heard me. he's coming...oh wait, it's just the sun peeking through the clouds.

yeah, okay, somehow i managed to have a mind block that prevented me from rambling on. that's why though it's 14th august, this post is gonna show something else. blast from the past. or, i could be predicting the future and you wouldn't even know it. and you'll be like, "oh my freaking god, nav is a genius". that i am honey, that i am.

okay, started to get on the road to run. is it possible that the pain along the tibial bone is more evident or more obvious on a hot day? it does make sense, but i just need to understand the whole dynamics as to why it's still hurting, why is it not prevalent from being hurt during my run. and my english is getting more messed up. i need my dictionary. okay, digressing. but really it was a really good run on tuesday. it was really really good. then on thursday it was a whole different story. i started on my run. feeling happy. trying to psyche myself for a normal slow run. but it was going downhill. especially when i was going downhill. okay, ran to west coast, somehow managed to get lost for a second but thanks to quick thinking, me being the genius that i am, i got myself out of that precarious predicament. okay, i'm exaggerating. but waiting at the traffic lights were really bad. the weather was not hot. it was scorching. i ain't kidding. man, i was cursing words i didn't even know existed. about 800m away from school, i just stopped. argh, freaking frustrated. i was doing well. but the sun really killed me when i was waiting at the 4 traffic stops. i'm so going to boycott that route. never running to west coast again.

yeah, but saw the YOG convoy along the way. saw a couple of NUS runners (one of them being Mok Ying Ren) tagging behind the convoy. i was like, "hey awesome, i wanna go to". i just needed to wait for the damn traffic light to turn green in favor for me. then saw the YOG convoy again when i was at SP. i guess i somehow feel like it's really great that singapore is hosting the YOG. i mean, it's the freakin' olympics, contrary to what other people believe. it is a huge thing. and i mean HUGE. yeah, and guess now maybe when i run around my school area, i'll be able to catch a few glimpse of the YOG athletes.

and talking about running, as i always seem to be. an update. i've downloaded a cool software that tracks down distances and all. and you can hook it up to your garmin stuff and get routes from everywhere. i mean, i know it's quite common. but it's freaking orgasmic. i urge everyone to get this. at least, i can finally use my mac for another purpose. now all i need now is Garmin forerunner. that would just make my day. and as long as i'm asking for shit, yeah, i want a ipod 160gb and an iphone. oh and also a job. so i can get all i'm asking for. unless a fat man in a red suit with unkept facial hair decides to finally get out and drop some of the things i want at the doorstep of my house. that'll be a day i'll never forget. and maybe then, i will believe in god.

alright, and besides downloading that trail runner software, i'm downloading other software for my mac. it's cool. cause it's like apps and people apparently have forgotten the fact that you can download shit for you computer. apps don't only exist in the handheld world ladies and gentleman. yeah, and i finally got my hands on two books - Paulo Coehlo's "The Winner Stands Alone" and Arvind Adiga's "The White Tiger". i'm reading the latter, and it's actually exactly what i thought of it and what it's said to be. it's an amazing book. simple. taking my time to digest it all in. i wonder why people get a book and finish it as fast as they can. a book is meant to be enjoyed, with a comfy chair with wide armrests and a cup of hot chocolate right next to you while your mind dances with the images of what has been painted by the author. now that's what a great book does. and that's why i'm starting to revive my love for books. i just wanna complete my desire for reading Salman Rushdie's books. and see what the fuss is over the Satanic Verses.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Friday, August 6, 2010

here i am, typing away furiously on a keyboard that fails to understand it's sole purpose in life - to generate letter on the screen corresponding to the ones that are typed on its physical body unless a spefic number of keys is pressed at the same time, often to result to some sort of programming of the interface. yeah, that's why i like mac. cause the keyboard is really cool to type on. all the other fujitsu and sony or whatever have we are just there to give us a challenge in life. i'm in the library now, trying to take a break from a throbbing pain from the rush of neurons running around after a short night yesterday.

and now there seems to be a burning smell coming from the computers. hmm, this is getting interesting.

my test is later on, aat 5. all the way, and i'll finally be home about 730? just in time for, well, nothing really. friday's boring. but maybe there's athletics. i hope there is. if not, there's always two and a half men to keep my dinner time entertained. hope the test goes fine though . done with this and i'll be feeling much better at least i can slack for a while before starting on my other modules. and plus, i have my past year module as well. hope i get a b in that. i really hope. and the keyboard is really getting on my nerves.

think i'll continue the rest after my test when i reach home. at least then i'll be able to have a better flow. unlike now when i have to backspace after every two letters typed. argh. for god sake, get a better keyboard SP!!!

and yeah, missing lena.

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

finally, i'm done with having to stare at my windows OS and can finally revert back to having a life with my well-missed mac (OS) and do what i do best - which is actually, nothing much. but it's great to be back. now you might be thinking, what the hell was i doing this past few days? or you may not have been thinking about it at all, cause you just happened to stumbled upon it after some kind of weird phenomena caused you to think of my existence.

yeah, was swamped with the oh-so-wonderfully-mind-taxing project. retail communications. come up with your own brand/shop and focus on a particular product of which you are supposed to advertise and promote on. it's not as easy as it sounds. really. trust me. cause when all of us were given the project, we were like so enthusiastic to hit the ground running but like a few weeks after, we were busy trying to count the number of hairs that we tore out trying to come up with the ideas, scouting for graphics and trying to fondle photoshop in a way that it'll somehow be easier to use. but now that i'm done with it, it's like a weight that has been on my shoulders have been lifted. and i feel so free. like, now just concentrate on my other which is kinda like sociological anthropology or something along that line. that test is like coming up on friday. loads of words to squeeze into my wee (scottish for little) brain of mine.

okay, my brain isn't small. it's of a normal size, meeting the pre-requisites to be a human being. and the size of the brain actually does not mean how smart you are. and anyway, when i asked my tutor about my retail project, apparently and hope she wasn't lying, she said that mine was one of the best. okay, i can't help beaming right now. are we smelling a distinction here? i doubt so. cause in about a month there's the retail theory test. i suck at theory. but hope to like really sail through it like how sinbad did over the seven seas. hold on, wait a minute. sinbad went through quite alot of shit right? like super stormy weather and stuff like that. okay, not awesome. not cool. maybe christopher columbus. whatever.

today had another test. was doing fine (considerably, for my standard) but ran out of time. argh. didn't bring my calculator so had to like do the primary school kinda calculation. well, it was time-consuming but i was rather proud i will still quite fluent in that, after numerous years of pressing buttons on calculator at finger-crunching speeds. when i was about to proceed to the last question, i like put up my hands in defeat and just relaxed at one corner. no really, i was sitting at the corner. why? well, there was like no enough time. but then after slacking for a few minutes, the tutor said "okay, i give you'll more time. erm, 10 more mins" and i was like "WHOA?? WHAT!!". and i rushed to just finished it as much as i could. which wasn't much. but at least a few things to give me a few more marks. well, let's hope that it does. need to like keep up the good work that i did. oh man, keep up the good work. i sound so...gay!! or like a teacher who constantly lies to his students. same thing.

okay, went for first training after god knows how long (it's been like 3 weeks since i last went). and then found myself like, hey, what did i miss? but at least the first training wasn't that bad. ran all the way to west coast park, played at the playgrounds with them, and then ran back to sp. it was great. a long run after a long time. really felt good. i could feel all the endorphins and dopamine and whatever have we in our entire system rushing to my head and just leaving me with a big fat smile on my face. okay, maybe, not really. but yeah, was happy to be out there running. and after my physio last week, they said that i'm actually okay. won't need to go back to supply them with surplus income. have to strengthen my lower area. *cough* i mean, my legs and all that. my down there is hmmm, won't say much here but if you wanna know more, you know how to find out.

but talking about the physio thing and all that, i am going again, tomorrow for a visit with the running coach. not too sure why. actually i know why. just to discuss training load. maybe i'll see it more like a running clinic? or maybe i should really listen to what he has to say. maybe it'll worth more than two cents. i could be on a better running scale. wait, what's a running scale? performance? i don't know. and talking about tomorrow, lo to behold or alas (pick whichever sentence transition you like), i have my final presentation. according to what i wrote in my pre-presentation note, i'm gonna deck myself out in my formal best. yeah, a cheap shirt from sogo and pants that's reminiscent of michael jackson's era. i'm gonna be moonwalking in nikes i guess. i tore apart my other shoe for the retail project in an attempt to get some extra 'wooo' points. but i just hope that my tutor doesn't find out that those shoes i cut the pieces from haven't been washed like in years, and probably has odour that can kill rats better than (what else) rat poison. i'm not making any sense now.

and tomorrow, gonna see lena. yay. or as i would like to say in my own words, yayzzers. yeah, at some point i guess i was supposed to be bimbotic. but that plan didn't really work out well. so now i'm a man full of testosterone. yeah, manly testosterone. not those little boys one. that dream of using pick up lines. heck, i don't dream. just like nike, I DO IT. yeah, whatever. anyway, superdog lunch with lena tomorrow. can't wait. to see her. this sat. one month right? damn, long way to go eh. anyway, yeah, my phone's like really not being kind with me. and not sympathizing or empathizing with me over the fact that i have recently acquired a new piece to my heart. it's like getting from bad to worse. first it switched off by itself, even with full batterey. now it hangs whenever i start to reply. argh, you know what this means? iPhone. uh huh. yeah. anyway, tomorrow catch my girl. have lunch. spend quality time. kiss her face off and then rush off for training. argh, i don't really like wednesday trainings. it's hot. i'm freaking sleepy. plus this week friday, need to cram shit for my test. my final test. and oh yeah, i've got another report to do as well. like yay. i mean reports are okay. i'm just not cool with the test.

okay, this is kinda long. and i feel so happy that i've finally come back to the one that just keeps typing away and away. like some happy bugger. yeah, and i'll keep typing away until i realise that, oh shit, i have to cram for my test!!!

x Nav ran as fast as he could

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