The past few days have been hectic as always. As the event draws ever closer, I find myself being given more and more "surprise!" work. Not that I'm complaining too much (how could I? *grin*) but I should've expected it. Things never seem to get completed on this end and I can't help but feel that when the event is over, I'll still be working on all these things that weren't completed before the event. Quite disconcerting but what am I to do? So much of what I do is a 2,3-way process at the very least. Even when I'm done, others aren't ready/satisfied. I really shouldn't be whining about work but sometimes, I do feel like I'm almost running on empty. I'm going to need loads of vitamins, prayers, patience and perseverance to get thru this.....

On a happier note, I had a wicked time at Lynette's house-warming last Saturday. Apart from the fact that it's one of the coolest houses I've seen in ages (a pool room? Mon!), the company was stellar and I made a new friend out of a girl I met ages ago when I was still a wee boy. Good sense of humour had she!Hmmmmm......believe it or not, I think my brain just froze up. I'm actually too knackered to say anything else so....Peas Oot.

Choonage: One In A Million - Pet Shop Boys

Update time! So, I went to see the Doctor and he allayed my fears completely (whilst managing to unintentionally batter my ego). He told me that the severe headache I experienced whilst lifting those darn weights (yes, they were light) was a result of straining my neck muscles....i.e. I need to build up my lack of very apparent lack of strength by lifting weights progressively and not attempting to be the Superman I think I am. So it looks like I didn't suffer a brain aneurysm after all. Ahhh...bless the hypochondriac that I am.

He told me to take about a week off lifting heavy weights and to build it up slowly. According to him, I have hardly any subcutaneous fat so getting a nice figure shouldn't be a problem. His advice was to lift lighter weights with greater frequency. Looks like my Doctor has now become my Gym Trainer too. Soon, he'll be telling me how to bake cakes.

Right, moving on swiftly, I've met the people I'll be working with during the 2 weeks of madness and they seem like a very nice bunch of kids, a good mix of boys and girls who seem to be looking forward to the event so fingers crossed that things go smoothly. I almost felt like an older brother to them; the girls are in their early 20s and me being the crusty mid-20s man that I am, will have to take them under my wing. I've already told them about my grand plan to descend upon (or rather, ascend upon) the New Asia Bar on the 23rd of September at 10pm (when the event is properly over). You all are most welcome to join me in my celebrations of course! Hurrah! Mon the end of the event!!

Choonage: Gym Tonic (Thomas Bangalter Mix) - Bob Sinclar

Can exercise be harmful for your body? Can biscuits kill you? I'm beginning to wonder if this sudden urge to exercise all the time is healthy. I'm going to see the doctor tomorrow because lately (i.e. the last 2 out of 3 times that I've gone to the Gym, my gym-going starting last Friday after a few years of strict abstinence), everytime I lift weights, I get this splitting headache; like nails being hammered into my skull through the top of my head....so painful I almost keel over and pass out. It's worrying because I have never before experienced such pain in my short life. I hope the doctor has the answer. Cross those fingers beloved readers, will our hero live to see another day?

Choonage: Being Boring - Pet Shop Boys

Not much to say today apart from the fact that I can't stand fat kids and I'm feeling a little bit rubbish today. The chap who gave the message in church today was this chap who had given up his job as a lawyer to start a crisis-relief organisation to help the poor and the pictures and stories he shared were truly heart-wrenching. In the short powerpoint presentation he showed the congregation prior to his message, images of smiling kids (some fat) in the West engaging in ordinary activities like running on the beach or eating ice-cream were juxtaposed with images of starving, stick-thin African kids waiting to die. I left the church feeling a sense of immense guilt and helplessness. How can I make a difference? Why do silly things like where to go on a Saturday night and what to imbibe hold such importance in my little life? I sometimes feel that if I think too much, my head might explode. I wish I could leave and immerse myself in a different culture, somewhere that I didn't spend so much time thinking about myself. Think I need to stop running around in circles around my head....it's driving me nuts.

Choonage: Technicolor Girls - Death Cab For Cutie

Looks like this is turning into another see-how-late-you-can-stay-in-the-office kinda weeks. I haven't left before 8.30pm this week. I'm beginning to scare myself with my inability to resist the temptations that befall my addictive personality. Just like how I have a tendency to drink till I'm drunk when I drink, I'm beginning to find it increasingly hard to leave the office these days. I'm actually beginning to enjoy quite a lot of what I'm working on and the prospect of bringing work home or even leaving the office with loads of email left unread is a hard one to face these days. I'm lucky I've got S2006 to blame for this staying-in-the-office-late nonsense but what happens when it's over? I'm going to have to work hard at getting my friends back before they all disown me for being so anti-social. The worse thing is that choosing who to hang out with isn't always that easy, especially when I'm learning to love my own company and that of the telly or a good book. Ahhh...when this is all over, it's going to be a very different tim you're used to. Speaking of which, the office gym was officially opened today so look forward to a buff (hopefully) new tim by the end of the year!

Choonage: Sugar - Billie Holiday

So, the weekend has landed and I find myself sat at home on a Friday night, with no plans to go out. While on one hand, it feels almost like I've nae mates (which is a thought almost scary and yet strangely liberating at the same time), on the other hand, it does feel nice to not have to worry about rushing anywhere to meet anybody, to not have to worry about what I'm going to wear and where I'm going to go as I tear up the dancefloor of yet another evil part-tim-from-his-dough-club. Oh, I feel a little bit boring but it's good to experience what the majority doth experience every weekend. So, it looks like tonight I have a date with either a book or a movie in the confines of my bed.....maybe I'll have me a Ménage à trois.

Choonage: The Wiggle - Dave Clarke

Happy National Day all ye Singaporeans! It's the motherland's 41st Birthday and I find myself at home for the second day running (yesterday's flu forcing me to stay at home and not go to work...I dread to think about the mountain of email I have to conquer when I can finally bring myself to face my work laptop)......anyhoo, with sickness yesterday forcing me to spend a good part of the day putting my life into perspective (also, not having the energy to work), I have decided to take a short break (even if just for this weekend) from the clubs. Of late, I have been spending money like it's going out of style, spending ever-increasing amounts of my hard-earned money on booze. I have nothing to show for it apart from splitting hangovers and my still flabby belly. The amount I spend on booze in a month could easily afford me a nice wee trip to somewhere in the region and so, with my health going downhill, I think I owe it myself to start spending my cash a bit more wisely and hopefully, I'll be able to take that long-awaited trip soon. That is my wish for Singapore's Birthday, that I can learn to treat my body a bit kinder and to try and be happy on this little island; this South-East Asian Alcatraz.

Choonage: Count On Me Singapore (TechnoTim ElectroDisco Acid Rooster Piping Hot Remix) - Tim

Out of sheer boredom and an ever-increasing sense of dissatisfaction with my blog, I've decided to change the template I've been using for ages in a bid to, hopefully, perhaps inspire the hidden, dormant blogger who resides within. As it is, blogger.com really doesn't offer many choices for templates so I chose this one as I thought it wasn't as bright and cheerful as the other one. Well, it is still kind of cheerful with its bright little words on dark background but it's really a change of look and feel that I was going for. Anyhow, I think I've rambled on enough. Let's hope the coming months are filled with more blogtastic action!
Peas Oot.

Choonage:
Soundtrack 4 2 Lovers - Mansun

Out of sheer boredom and an ever-increasing sense of dissatisfaction with my blog, I've decided to change the template I've been using for ages in a bid to, hopefully, perhaps inspire the hidden, dormant blogger who resides within. As it is, blogger.com really doesn't offer many choices for templates so I chose this one as I thought it wasn't as bright and cheerful as the other one. Well, it is still kind of cheerful with its bright little words on dark background but it's really a change of look and feel that I was going for. Anyhow, I think I've rambled on enough. Let's hope the coming months are filled with more blogtastic action!
Peas Oot.

Choonage:
Soundtrack 4 2 Lovers - Mansun