Oh Yea. The Sex.

Now, why would anyone get married? I'm sure no wife would let her husband get on a bike and ride all day from dawn till night, like I just did over the weekend.

Oh yea. The sex.

Right with you.


Saturday 27 August 2006.

I started off at 10am.

My secret riding trail:


At the entrance:


Halfway down:


Not much of a view, but still I wanted to capture it. Need a better camera, perhaps?



After coming back for lunch, I continued riding. And found myself in the backwoods. This industrial site was due to be torn down and something else in its place.






I like to wander around such desolated places.


Riding to the end, guess what I was rewarded with?





Sunday 27 August 2006.

It rained this morning. So I went back to bed. After lunch, I headed out to the SPCA, not knowing how to get there. After 2 wrong turns, I found the place.

There was a beautiful golden retriever there today.

I hope it finds a home.

And I just kept on riding.

Just doing the Forrest Gump thing.

And I found myself at Payar Lebar Airbase.






On coming back I found myself going past the Air Musuem or whatever it's called. And surprisingly there were none of the usual harassing building managers who hate bicycles on their premises.

Hence:







Well, me and the 'Stang now know where we stand.

See the similarity between the Moose-Stang and the Skyhawk?



Kind of bumped my bottle loose today. This beautiful thing:



Is now roadkill.


I'm going to start setting up my bike for a long road trip.

Wanderlust

The Fully Loaded Tourist Bike Page

For some reason seeing all those bikes makes me want to hop on mine and disappear off the face of this earth.

How nice it will be to lose myself...

I am thinking of making the ride on every road in Singapore into a book. I will call it "I Know Where You Live". It will be a pictorial study of how people interact with the streets they live, work, and play in. Urban spaces shape lives -- this can be like my master's thesis in urban anthropology.

It will take about a year and a half to complete a 1st draft. According to the Ministry of Transport, the total length of paved roads in Singapore is 3144 km. I have ridden that in about half a year.

Minus a month, because I might go in December on a solo trip 'somewhere'.




I am glad this blog is around.

It's like talking to myself, only I can play it back.

Who would have thought that writing would actually save my life and earn me a living. And now it may actually provide me with some direction in life. I don't believe in destiny anymore, but it sure is funny how life turned out.


I'm going to pitch this to publishers and see if I can arouse any interest. Perhaps I can get a small advance.

Perhaps I can still become a millionaire.


"Because Every Day Is Still Exciting." (TM)

I Will Know Where You Live.

I'm drunk, but listen.

I have a fantastic idea.

It's something different.

Hell, maybe it's been done, but it's never been done my way.

I'm going to get me a copy of the Street Directory of Singapore.

Then I'm going to cycle down every damn road there is in this stupid island.

Paved. Unpaved. Shaved. Unshaved.

44 times back and forth its lateral span isn't enough.

I guess I just haven't found what I'm looking for yet.

And guess what? I'll take 'peekturs'. Of every damn road. And I'll write about it. I have always maintained that there's a lot to Singapore. You don't have to go overseas to see a beautiful sunset. Sure there are more beautiful ones...

But this one is mine.

I will post a pic of every street.

Who wants to buy me a Sony Ericsson K800i?

Itsy Bitsy Spider

This old man, he played one
He played knick-knack on my thumb
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played two
He played knick-knack on my shoe
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played three
He played knick-knack on my knee
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played four
He played knick-knack on my door
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played five
He played knick-knack on my hive
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played six
He played knick-knack on my sticks
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played seven
He played knick-knack up in heaven
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played eight
He played knick-knack on my gate
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home



This old man, he played nine
He played knick-knack on my spine
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home




This old man, he played ten
He played knick-knack once again
With a knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home

Latex, Thy Will Be Done.

On July 12, I posted that

"I clocked 2000 kilometers today, 1000 since 2nd June 06, which makes it 1000 km in 40 days. Not a lot, but if I were riding across the island, I would have crossed it back and forth roughly about about 14 times."


I made 3000 kilometers today, 1000km in 38 days.

I'm going to try to make 6000 kilometers by the end of this year.

Today is the 19 August. There are 133 days left for the year.

133 days divided by an average of 40 days per 1k = 3.325k.

So I should make 6k with some to spare.

There's no reason why 10,000 kilometers a year is impossible.

After all, this guy Freddie Hoffman - rode to the Moon and back - twice.



This Used To Be My Playground:



And my brother and I used to sail our toy boats at the fountain.


Clementi is going to change forever.

I hate how everything changes.

Word Salad: Tossed

Tuesday, 15 August, 2006: Word Salad.

Amorphous head SEX azimuth twin bedsheets, for fun SEX .

Take no pills SEX easy wheels hire promsicuous girls.

What is 'word salad'?

Monday, August 14, 2006: It's Alarming How Charming I Feel.

I can finally just leave my seat post with the bike when I secure it at the office.





Ok, mini-review: It works as advertised. It is vibration sensitive, so just lightly knocking the down-tube on which it's installed will set it off.

Not, however, if you knock elsewhere on the bike -- it's pretty much location specific -- the rest of the frame absorbes the shock.

The alarm runs at 110db, which echoing up and down 22 storeys of stairs, makes a hell of a racket.

You can set auto-armament, which arms the alarm after a preset elapsed time of no vibration - from 15 seconds up to about 2 and half minutes - handy if you're forgetful, not so handy if u're at a traffic light and forgot to disarm the feature and have your ipod on.

It has an anti-false alarm feature, which sounds up to 7 warning beeps if it is accidentally moved before blasting the siren.

Now if only I can just get it to talk.

Sunday 13th August: My Legs Are Numb.

81.3 (National Day), 105.7 (Weekend), 10.8 (daily commute) x 2 (to and back) x 4 (for 4 days) = 273.4 kilometers in a week.

This is the canal that runs behind my place. Beautiful.




I even saw an eagle. Or something like it anyway.





Come fly with me, let's fly let's fly away
If you can use, some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away

Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru
In lama land, theres a one man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, we'll float down in the blue

Once I get you up there, where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide, starry eyed
Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near
You may hear, angels cheer - because we're together

Weather wise it's such a lovely day
You just say the words, and we'll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It's perfect, for a flying honeymoon - they say
Come fly with me, we'll fly we'll fly away

Writer(s): cahn/van heusen

Do Not Be Alarmed.

My alarm has finally arrived! And just after I sent an email off to Kate/Ducharme asking what happened.

But on the way home after lunch -- btw I clocked



today -- anyhoo I saw the mail-lady, and thought, perhaps she left me a wittle-bittle gift. Sure enough:




(Aside: I truly love how corny I get to be here. Even though my boss encourages this sort of thing, we do draw the line, sometimes. Sometimes it's a competition to see who can ge cornier. Sometimes she wins, sometimes I do.)

Anyway, before I carry on, I nearly died in the hills today. I was tired but I didn't know how tired. I virtually pushed the Moose-stang up ALL the damn slopes.

Note to Self: Do not bring lights up to the hill, and lose the mirror too. And new tires don't mean they are better. Larsen TT 1.9 tires are not suitable for local weather, as well. Uninspiring tire choice.

And now back to the alarm:














Colour scheme is blue and grey. Goes totally with Moose-stang's blue and XTR grey. :D