today i witnessed the epitome of what is considered skill in riding. i was riding up Holland Road past the old Ulu Pandan military camp, pillioning a friend who's not exactly the lightest of guys around (despite his lean frame), on the way to town when we stopped alongside this old veteran of an Ah Pek revvvving on a rickety-WW2-looking RXK bike at a red light. when the lights turned green i moved off leaving him behind, chuckling away at the sight we just saw, because the poor old man was balancing this huge stack of fresh newspapers strapped onto the seat behind him, reaching up til almost the top of his helmet, along with another pile which was resting on the tank in front, while he conveniently rested his chin on it. his arms were like improvised to stretch for the handles, and i doubt if he could barely see the road with his sight blocked. well, i was wrong! not long after moving off, at a point where traffic was pretty fast, he zoomed right past us and a few other cars on the rightmost lane, with that high engine shriek you can typically hear from those racer mats on bikes. and the Ah Pek was interchanging in and out of lanes damn smoothly, without even using his gears nor clutch at all. well i presume he didnt la since his left hand was on top of the papers in front, rather than the left handlebar! hahahaha... damn terror man.. r-e-s-p-e-c-t *salutes* ..

there's a soccer match this sunday at ntu, and i am quite excited about it. though i dont think i am really in great shape these few days. my right butt cheek still hurts, after getting jabbed by an opponent's knee in the most recent street session. the left calf muscle which cramped isnt back to its tender softness yet either, so that's another worry. the knee's still as dodgy as ever. whats been bothering me alot though is my lower back, its been kinda aching lately, and pains if i stand for too long. not too sure if its a muscle or bone problem. so its pretty uncomfy sometimes. shucks this sucks. how i wish there's a thing like a workshop for the human body or something, where you can service yourself every now and then. ok that sounds really wrong.... but ahh well you get what i mean..

i heard the other day that one of my friends and her bf got mugged whilst in JB. i was quite shocked coz i never expected anything of that sort to happen to anyone i know. thankfully they suffered no harm, apart from losing valuables and money. guess we should all just be careful yeah, especially those who frequent there often. its getting more risky these days.

ok i also found out today that wearing anything that is not really 100% fully dry is a bad bad idea. i did that when i grabbed the jacket which my mom has so kindly helped to wash off the rack in the kitchen, stuffed it into my bag, and went out. thinking that it was dry enough. well wore it when i was riding back home at night and realised that there was a musky stinky smell permeating from around me, and it was quite nauseating! so lesson learnt, wear dried stuff. always.

aniwaes, before i go i shall quote from something someone wrote that made me think. "why is it that the US can send out hundreds of aircraft and soldiers at the drop of a hat, but cant send enough rescuers to New Orleans?" hmmm i wonder why..