13 days since my last entry... seems my lethargy at writing an actual diary is also seeping into my desire to constantly update and maintain my blog. sigh...

ah well anyways did a 5 km run at yishun park recently. was so relieved to regain my stamina back. did not exercise for so long before this. i thought i was going to just give up in the middle of that run. after that i went to yishun safra to take a look around. nice place and great facilities. saw a rock climbing wall but they dun give lessons there. to learn i have to go to tampines sports hall to apply and learn there. it's so far from home. but for interest's sake. fortunately they hold it on sundays.

i've also paid a visit to muddy murphy's. great irish pub atmosphere that you cannot really get for the regular pubs and clubs. comfortable to sit down for a chat with friends over kilkenny's, one of the best beers i've ever had (short of that straight from a microbrewery). the finger foods are great too but it is better to go during happy hour where the alcohol is slightly cheaper. a pint of kilkenny's sets you back S$13 normally while during happy hour it costs S$11 i think. but a pint is a lot of beer already if you're driving. but if you are happy enough to stumble home then drink and be merry lol.

the latest phenomenon to reach bursting point. friendster. server is unable to handle the overload of users and people just keep adding more people to their lists but to what avail i wonder. sort of like how property costs keep rising till the bubble bursts and everything all comes crashing down. what would happen when friendster becomes a paid service? who knows. maybe that won't even happen.

Bertram awoke @ 7:51 PM with (0) flashes of inspiration

i think i am too much of a sap. must be all the manga i read. with titles like love hina, video girl ai, i's', chobits, ah! my goddess etc... i don't think that i will ever survive in a real relationship. my choice of music doesn't really help too. here without you by 3 doors down, xin yu xing yuan by cecilia cheung, should i stay by dreamz fm, who painted the moon black by hayley westenra, i love you so much by park yong ha... you get the idea.

love. a single word for a multitude of feelings. if the price of peace is eternal vigilance, then the price of love is eternal jealousy, i think... right ladies? intimacy means so much more than sex, the feeling of closeness, importance and respect more valued than orgasms. we seek to fill a void within ourselves, that or find an anchor to hold us in our times of turbulence. who can we depend on when we need help? a god? friends? ourselves? it differs from person to person and i don't think that there can ever be an absolute answer. what works for one does not work for all. will some people ever realise that?

Bertram awoke @ 10:30 AM with (0) flashes of inspiration

finally i finished the poem. took me err... two weeks to finally write the last two stanzas. i think techno music, or music at all, is conducive. haha. check out my other blog and tell me what you think.

it rained today, and yesterday, and on so many other days before. the rainy season is coming. the season i love, cos it makes you just want to burrow deeper into your bed, blanket and pillow and feel the warmth. of cos for all those couples out there having a loved one lying next to you is an added bonus. so to all you people staying in the hostels... okay never mind, let's not go there shall we?

Bertram awoke @ 10:47 PM with (0) flashes of inspiration

i don't know why but i just can't stop thinking in limericks! the worst part is i can't complete them and i don't want to complete them. especially when i am thinking of how to end a poem. gah! ah well... guess i need more inspiration than perspiration. i realise that things are easy to start but difficult to end. i am actually stuck on how to write the last 2 stanzas. 8 lines.

career soldiers say ns is a waste of time for us NSFs. what a way to boost our morale and reinforce the fact that we could do better things or get a more well paid job instead of spending 2 and a half years in a pseudo limbo. and on a site next to the border of hell too, metaphorically speaking of course.

Bertram awoke @ 9:11 PM with (0) flashes of inspiration