and so begins a new week. and probably the week that i've been looking forward to for a long time now. my driving lesson. it's been a long time coming but finally, the possible fact that i might be holding on to a driving license by the end of this week is here. sometimes i wonder if those elderly people actually really look forward to it in the way that we do. i ain't no sociologist or whatever but, do the elderly actually get excited in the way that we do about this? do they hop around and call their closest buds or even the kids (if they do have) and declare proudly that they are now legally allowed to drive on the roads of singapore. and will we (the younger generation), reach the stage where we actually may lose enthusiasm in certain aspects in our accomplishments. will we? scary though isn't it? to know that you won't really be able to fully savour the success in our future endeavors. live hard baby, live young.
oh and talking about living, did you read the news? this (middle-aged?) bloke who was sitting for his test actually died of cardiac arrest. damn, talk about really being stressed and nervous for an exam.
running is really becoming more comfortable. time to push it. come up with a good training plan. stick to it. and you know, train hard basically. i'm gonna come up with a t-shirt. do you know there's this t-shirt those dragon-boaters and canoeist wear? the "life's short, paddle hard". thinking of making one where the t-shirt says somewhat the same thing, but just that the paddle is struck out and run is scribbled below. dream.
when people told you to wake up, did they ask you to stop dreaming?
sitting right now in stats tutorial, and i wish i really could get a grasp of what the old chap is talking about. there's always an aura of confusion living in his tutorials. he makes us confused which in turns makes him confused, which leads us to more confusion. it's a vicious cycle and in the end, whatever question that we asked is literally a waste of our breath. and he's quite liberal, considering that he always asks for our opinion and then always goes to which opinion that is given to him the loudest. like for example, he'll ask you whether you want to go home or do rest of the questions. someone may say "do the questions" but if someone else says that "go home" louder, he'll probably start packing up his stuff and say cheekily "okay, you'll go home". power siol.
long post. can't help it. the mood's here to keep blogging on and on. gonna stuff myself with fast food later. actually, nowadays almost any food is fast food. go to the hawker centre and order hokkien prawn mee, you'll find that he's already pre-cooked some of them. so he'll just give it to you. fast food. go to vietnam or places with those roadside food stalls. they'll be able to whip up something in a matter of seconds that taste like drops of heaven. fast food necessarily doesn't have to be fatty burgers, oil-soaked fried chicken or salty fries that's enough to raise your cholesterol to a level high enough to shoot out of the top of your head out of your ears. it can be good. not only for the taste buds, but more importantly, good for the soul. and that's what matters. why bother eating a 139-dollar pretentious lamp chop, that has probably been fallen more on the floor than an infant trying to walk his first steps, which doesn't do anything for you except burn a hole in your savings account.
and hey i'm serious about the meat having been fallen on the floor. read books like kitchen confidential by anthony bourdain. when the meat falls somewhere, like on the floor for example, they just pick it up and just serve it. cause that piece of meat lost would cost them alot. so to minimise losses, they would take these necessary methods. yep.
alright signing off.
