anyone who said kendo is all about perseverance is definitely right. like 100% right.

my stamina has dropped by 1/m, where m is a number nearing 1/infinity [haha, playing with a little math there, HO HO HO i am so mundane.]

at this point of time, the monotonous-yet-mildly-amusing-but-disturbing voice of my junior college physics teacher, who also happens to be the teacher in charge for njc canoeing, and is taking part in the n km death valley race [where n is a number----> infinity] rings in my head :

'consistency is the key to success'

alas. if only things were that easy. and i was planning to keep fit and study hard this holidays while doing rag. surprisingly, or rather, not-so-surprisingly, i found out [maybe a tad too late] that while you do rag 24-7, its hard to multi-task anything else. thank goodness im no longer with 1 internship and 2 part-time jobs.

maybe less hair makes things easier. or harder.
i mean, its cooler and all [cool as in windy-cool not wow-you-re-so-cool-cool] but i get really annoyed when i bump into things and i already got injured like twice and there's this really small red mark near the corner of the left of my head. goodness i almost typed 'left head'. like i have 2 heads, left and right. RIGHT. goodness, what has become of my english!

cik gu elfie keeps making fun of me and mock-praising [if thats possible] my fantastic-never-fails-to-impress NJC gp standard. heh. its just a personal pet peeve to want to phrase things nicely, if possible, in a more impressive and sometimes flowery language.




nothing much lately, except waiting for bidding to start, for rag day to come, for school to start, for taking over welfare duties, for my hair to grow back, for my social life to come back [if it ever existed, that is]

i doubt anyone is reading this, but i blog for myself anyway, so ditto that.



i'm just starting to enjoy the feeling of wire-meshing the bamboo stuff but i get really annoyed that sometimes the bamboo edges molest my scalp and that i have to half-bend-squat-crawl to get under the structure so i can do the work. urgh. ouch la, when it bumps against my head. or rather vice versa. no more metal bits flying into my eye despite adhering to safety precautions and wearing safety goggles though.

i just realised that my sentences are rather long and random. but this revelation is pretty random too.


im a little worried about my master, whom i am supposedly disciple to, and have to inherit and master all his rag skills. he's going on these crazy 24- hour shifts that are peppered with 3-5 hour sleep breaks in between. goodness. and he has flu already, the old bugger. and he thinks i dont like him cause i dont respond or smile much when he talks. but what he DOESNT know is that he talks an incessantly immensely crazily excessively HUGE amount sometimes i dont even know what to say. and half the time im figuring how to stick the binding wire into the hole i drilled in the bamboo properly so it can reach to the other side or trying to hear him over the radio, so well, you cant expect too much.

and sometimes its tiring to talk, so i just dont.

but i feel pretty bad.
i should probably talk more to ol' mate so at least he doesnt think im antisocial.
sigh.

i get the feeling im too dependent on him, but he's the boss and the experienced one, so i really totally dont mind being told, but funnily i would have preferred if he ordered me around instead of asking me to 'help' him do stuff and saying thank you everytime i did something. its just weird. i mean, we're equals, if not, he's more senior than me, so there's no need for 'thanks' mah.
it just makes me feel damn weird.

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ok, so should i go to bed, cause im sleepy, or
continue wire-meshing?


i mean, life is so interesting. i live under a bamboo bowl. HEH.