Punk Revival

I have spells of different forms of listening pleasure. Trance and electronica was last season. After months of sourcing for the best of Armin Van Buuren, Tiesto and Paul Oakenfold, I fell back to my roots, where I started listening music from - Rock. But as of now, its emocore and its subsidaries. That brings me back to my first ever album I bought. It was in 1997 when I was primary 5, 11 years old. A goon whose listening was influenced by his elder cousin. That was when I begged my dad to get me Oasis's Be Here Now. And it was an awesome buy, everything in it was subliminal, it was Oasis at best. But ever since the culture of teenage angst started creeping into me through the likes of my colleague, my ears have been plugged into bands like Funeral for a Friend, Finch, Matchbook Romance, A7X, Thursday, Death on Wednesday.

Cackmeisterkeliemheist

Rainy days really remind me of one of the best Oasis songs from the best album they ever produced. Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday.. I just got alot of things to learn. The song's just so lazy albeit having so much jive. This rainy Thursday just accentuates and compliments the song. Taking out my wisdom tooth wasn't so bad after all. I can bask in this chilly weather and sleep all day. And then blog about how this dreadful excuse for wasting time is coming to an end. And another chapter of my life would unfold. And how anything that I would fare in the next 4 years would affect my future prospects. I love it that I can finally tear my uniform and not be conformed by an organsation that does not enforce meritocracy especially those bound by that service deed. For we are seen as temporary installations and would leave, why give them too much training, why give them too much money. What I want to ask is why the hell give us so much responsibilty then? Bleaugh, enough of this bullshit, I've handed over and would love to enjoy my last weeks doing nothing.

Oh my wisdom!

Yesterday was the dreaded wisdom tooth extraction. My threshold for pain has never ever been commendable. I squirm whenever I go for a facial and I'd look away and think of happy thoughts whenever I go for a jab. Yesterday was ultimate. I felt needles in my mouth. Subsequential injections using a long metal syringe and then a smaller plastic one. I felt the needle enter my gym twice for my upper tooth and about three or four times for the bottom one. All i did was tense my body and release this hum to draw away the thought of having needles in my mouth. After being tormented by needles she put this piece of cloth with a hole around my face to isolate my mouth. I couldn't see anything, all I saw was her bloodied glove 30min after the procedure when she lifted the veil. The drilling was brutal, I felt the sensation all through my jaw and the crackling sound of ripping out teeth through the gums wasn't something you wanted to hear either. The only consolation would be the 6 days excuse from duty.

The painkillers were amazingly effective. I feel no pain even after the procedure, even after the anasthaetic wore out. I should really get the prescription, probably it'll help with other bumps and bruises. Tuesday, I'll take my stitches out and in 2 weeks time, its time to rip the other two teeth out.

Of Extension Bolts and Sleepy Mondays

Work ended at 4pm today, given that all my bosses were taking clearing their off in lieu of yesterday's 21km. Like a hero, I claimed my off and slept throughout the day. There were however the usual disruptions when god forsaken units decide to barge in and enquire about a whole spectrum of questions on e(s). I managed to purchase my extension bolts and metal hangers for my current fingerboard project. I have decided, instead of buying tiles, I shall go back to school and steal some. Or at least, try and persuade gtl to let go of some of the very very very old entreprise tiles.

My personel Gym

I have been depriving my forearms of massive build-up of lactic juices for almost 2 years. I miss my long and strenous bouldering journeys across the school boulder wall rounding up 20 to 30 moves a time and then the pump kicks in when squeezing an empty can of coke takes a whole lot of strength. I miss that sort of punishment, knowing your forearms will grow beyond imaginable propotions and with pulsating veins growing out of your arms. I feel strong back then. Owing to the punishing regime of numerous sets of pull ups on bars, finger boards, wooden boards, flat edges and campus rungs. We have hung from almost everything that we can hang from.

This depravation has pushed me to building my own training wall in the back.

I'm gonna build a training area. With rock rings and campus rungs. I am going to get my previous form of 15pull ups back through deadhangs and the works. LACTIC ACID!

World Cup 2006 in Singapore

Yes the Climbing World Cup - S'pore series has ended. Spanish climber Ramone Julien beat crowd favourite Czech Tomas Mrazek who didn't even make it to the finals. Second place went to yet another Spanish climber Patxi Usobiaga.

Last week, Viv had a 'make it up wedding ceremony' in Tung Lok Restaurant for the people who couldn't make it to Venice for the uber ceremony. Guess what, amazingly I had malay food at Tung Lok, don't know how that happened. Probably the only thing chinese there were people at the table and nice succulent Salmon Sashimi that was probably Norweigian.

Tomas Mrazek

I saw the climbing phenom at climbasia on Tuesday, he wasn't doing sick routes but long random ones. He's in Singapore to compete for the World Cup at the expo this Saturday. In person, he really generates this aura of greatness. Watching him climb, I recollect the sick difficulty routes he did in Munich to clinch top position in the World Championships last year. What seemed to be a mundane climbing with Thazin turned to be a wonderful experience to be in the midst of a World Champion.

There Tomas! Allez! 8c in Tonsai.