This has to be my favourite show during the late 80s when i was still a Saturday morning cartoon fanatic. I’ve been telling my peers that if they ever revive this animated series today, it would still rock. Cause the characters and getups are so sleek and aesthetically forward they put the multi-coloured Marvel superheroes to shame. I missed my action figure that was painted in silver and had retractable arms that spreads its wings when i had it fly from place to place. 
Sleep is a waste of time. It helps replenish energy but should ultimately be kept at a minimum. Doing it in excess would feel like a rip-off of what would have been a refreshing morning jog, time spent with friends or even catching up on a good read.
Despite all that, i often can’t force myself out of bed or fight dozing off when in the comforts of my room. Today was a shining example. I woke up at 9, glad to know it was a non-working day, but decided to invest more in resting as i had to go for dragonboat training in the afternoon. Had breakfast close to 11 and within 2 hours, felt a sleepy spell cast upon me and crawl sheepishly back to bed. My niece tried to get me to get out of bed but i was already half in dreamland. Managed to regain consciousness half an hour before training, but was gonna be late for sure, so i did what anyone in their right mind would do… i went back to sleep.
When i woke at 7 the sky was already dark and the day has past me by. I felt as accomplished as Chris Rock in a monastery. Cannot imagine if i didn’t have a job, i’d probably never leave my bed.
Need to head out early for beefcake training tomorrow to offset my already unfulfilling weekend. I can only hope.
Pirates of the Carribeans 3, Shrek 3, Ocean’s 13.
Hate it, love it, love it.
2 out of 3 ain’t bad. Perhaps trilogy can be tolerated - with the exception of Deuce Bigalow, male gigolo…
Ooh,that’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning
That’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like Sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me
Sunday. The day great songs are made of - e.g. Maroon 5’s Sunday Morning. Nothing beats waking up on a Sunday morning knowing there’s nothing planned and you can just hibernate in the comfort of your own room (ideally well equipped with Tv, Cable & a laptop). A relaxed, air-con(very important), careless day before another draining week begins. That being said, there’s a song written about tomorrow i really like by Bic Runga, aptly titled, She Left On A Monday
She left on a Monday
She’s a siren down the road
In your herringbone overcoat
That you don’t expect to get back
And it’s an ordinary sky
Today’s like any other day
When all of the aeroplanes
Write her name in the clouds
And nothing’s wrong
But it’s already Sunday
And you know just how Sunday
Was the day that she would come around?
Go to her, foolish man
What’s the use of having pride if you don’t have her?
She’ll endure all she can
But you could make this easier on her
I can’t recall any songs in my time about the mid weekdays. Which i guess is probably why The Cure went through the whole week in their chart-friendly hit, Friday, I’m In Love.
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn’t even start
It’s Friday, I’m in love
It’s like 200 over degrees outside now. I can just see the rising heat waves from my window sill. Scary.
I must go sleep now. What a fucking liberty.
The door opens and shuts, i lay in a state of silence as my mind hollers random thoughts of abandonment. I couldn’t just sit and wait for an answer so i laced up for a run.
Past the road and onto the path, I was desperately trying to outrun my insecurities that haunt me, responsibilities that drag me and the people who stood by to see me fall. With every pace, i inch closer to claim the prize but the route ahead seemed treacherous and unkind. Who’s to say i won’t be left finding my way out in the dark all bruised and torn? It was getting dark indeed.
I couldn’t tell if it was tears or perspiration that got into my eyes, but it felt like release. I was getting lighter on my feet. With enough confidence, i would have flown away. But i stopped, after a mere 3 km.
Off the road and back on the path, who knew what could have been?
This was one of the major hoo har i missed during the days when youtube weren’t popularised. I heard about it, saw the footage and read it on all major print mediums but never got to see the full performance. When MTV Vault recalled this spectacular opening for the MTV Music awards in ‘03, i knew instantly where to find it. It felt so surreal watching it for the first time looking at how both the young divas have evolved. One’s Marilyn Monroe, the other’s Vin Diesel. Haha.. I love you…tube.
I’m 65kg. That’s 2kg more compared to three months ago. But it’s hardly an issue for me because i’ve been trying to put on more weight over the years. Thankfully, its the bulk of working out that is accountable and not lard accumulated from my gastronomical indulgence. Still, 2kg barely exist physically, i’m still the lightest male paddler in my dragonboat team compared to the hordes of beefy Aussies. When we weigh ourselves for time trials today, i realised most girls in my team were even heavier than me. I’m not calling anyone fat, but they are definitely meatier and more bouyant in the water. ;p
I still like to put on more weight, but i’m letting nature take its course. Too lazy to lift weights, too troublesome to go on a diet and drink protein shakes. No time to devote to any of those either. I rather be watching my dvds or idle in town after work. If i’d any resolute to begin with, i wouldn’t be writing this post but doing my push ups. Enough said.
