Headed out to fix the bike and send the stuff to SMU. Erm... the motorized pump is quite a powerful apparatus. I wanted to see just how hard my front tyre could get, so I kept pumping... then there was this creaking noise and then the tyre just... blew. The bang was so loud that I went momentarily deaf. Awesome.

Anyway, I just had the craziest idea. If the SMU thing works out, maybe I'll just screw dragboating and canoein and go back to taekwondo for a cca.

Somehow, a part of me has always longed to get back into the sport. And unlike dragboat which will require way too much planning to get the team up to competition standard, or canoeing where I'll just lose out in terms of experience again. In tkd, I'm the bastard who has the advantage of experience.

Once one, always one. Maybe all this time I've been running away from who I really am. I've been afraid of what I'm supposed to be. Maybe its just the lack of sleep talking.

Just to tired to think about that right now.

Its also possible, that I'm just longing for something that I shouldn't have.

Not sure if the risks are worth it. Bloody wounds, stuff that needs stitches are fine because they can heal in days or weeks. But the injuries that can't be seen from the outside are the worst. I consider myself lucky to get the injuries that I did last time. Well... maybe not. But I've seen worse.

Its amusing when people talk about punching people in the nose. I suppose they think that its a nice weak spot to hit, but what's so great about the nose? Its just a medium point that isn't even critical. If you really want to do some damage you'd... nevermind, I don't want to be reponsible for the possible repercussions of this.

Did a kneel to tie my shoelace today and realized that my left knee still hurts. Wonder if it was the banging of the metal bar when i was dismounting from pullups, or the metal handle inbetween leg raises, which occured twice. Also didn't help that one cockenardan bonsai went and kicked me in the knee some time back. Its like the universe hates my left knee. Why? What did it do wrong?


Went climbing just now to take a break from music composition.

Managed to get to 20, on the left wall on the second floor on the first attempt, then finished the damn thing at long last. After some guy told me to use the side wall.

A group of malays asked me to join them for their routes. Managed to complete quite a few of them. They like to use alot of matching, and I learnt how to do an overhand heel hook. Hooray.

After awhile I guess they realized that I looked abit lost whenever they started conversing in their native tongue so one of them finally asked.

"Eh, you not malay?"

^_^;

Then later some guy starts giving me advice in malay when I'm on the wall then they tell him and he's like...

"Sorry la, you look like one from behind."

Funny how they think a chinese would get offended if they assume he's a malay. This sort of makes me think that malays are actually more considerate and sensitive about these kind of things.

And for the record, its fine for a malay to call you a malay when you're not, but when a chinese does it, that chinaman is asking for a noogie.



Need sleep now.