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Sunday, September 25, 2005

i think it's a good idea for me to get a simple webcam. why? i just had a chat with lilian via msn, and over the distance from kuala lumpur to singapore, i could see that she was so sweet as to actually blow a kiss over to me! awww... isn't she sweet or what?

tomorrow is going to be a crazy day. why? first, i gotta find that paper that i am still drafting from the abyss of my desktop; i gotta finish setting the other mpa papers... and prep the fixtures for the traditional games playoffs on friday morning.

time to sleep now; will carry on with the paper setting tomorrow. just counted my relief duties for last week... 30 periods! but the good thing was... i found out the boys from 1b, some of them really loved the animals in semakau and sentosa when i briefly showed it to them during relief...

woke up late this morning, only managed to witness the open/elite and sport categories of the national mountainbike championships. h.c. came in first, and junaidi came in second.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

picked up the old tank race frame from foeszz, along with the deore crankset. how did i bring it back? slung it over my shoulders with a busted inner tube.

met h.c. at tiong hin, and he's riding a scott scale something... one of those with the really coarse carbon fiber weaving just under the coating. he'd pop by my place later, to pick up some stan's notubes tire sealant.

gotta sleep soon, after all, tomorrow's an awfully packed day.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

i don't think a lot of people would be interested to view these photos, but what the heck, i'm showing these to you...

my sportsshooter hats that just arrived recently...

and of course...

my ipod nano that arrived only on tuesday!

Sunday, September 18, 2005

went out riding with banz, debz, monster, black rose and handbag. great ride, good weather. and where are the photographs? hmmm...

i'm awaiting the photos from both beivied and handbag right now... and while i was on my way back, i realized the reason that my front end was bouncing all over the shop was because i only adjusted the air pressure for all those who came to ride... but i forgot to release air from my own wheels! argh...

a candid posed shot with yun after the shoot...
we tried a michaelangelo pose later...
(c) 2005 photo courtesy of beivied

of interest... nanospot.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

the underwater shoot was fun, really!

after dinner at mos burger jurong point, i met "monkey" my way over to orchard. this was only the start of my coincidental meetings with friends and acquaintances all over.

first stop, kinokuniya. bought digital sports photography by serge timacheff and david karlins, as well as two issues of bicycling. the former book is significantly better than an earlier book with the same name by lowrence newman, especially since it covers even the legal aspects of sports photography.

while hunting for aikawa nanase's id at hmv, i met captain kenny, from last year's ndp os. minutes ago, i had just bumped into tse lynn at the first level of hmv as well! out from hmv, crossed the road, and saw aundry. couldn't find the cd shop that i thought existed at that ancient shopping centre beside orchard emerald... so i backtracked to borders instead. on my way into borders, i bumped into u.k. shyam. not bad, he noticed that i was missing from the scene too!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

one thing i'm looking for now - the velvet peddar demo tape.

and one more thing i'm waiting for this week - the ipod nano, 4gb version. mine's coming in next week...

contact time and training ended late afternoon, about 5:15pm yesterday. i was supposed to go back early, and prepare for some family portrait session. once i finished the training in the school, i got back to the staff room and the first thing i happened to see, was a sms message from my old man that went something like this - "where are you? are you coming back now? do you know we have to be in toa payoh at 615pm!"

with a message that ends with an exclamation mark; it was a poignant reminder that i had to hurry. i packed and left hastily. when i got back home, i realized that my topmost pouch of my backpack was not closed - my mobile phone was inside, but my compactflash card reader was nowhere to be seen! i reached home at about 1800 hours; and i panicked. it's the cumulation of my work, where was it! since the staff room would be almost empty now, there was nothing much i could do but to rush back to look for the reader (obviously with my cf card in it)... and it wasn't hard to tell which was more important - my work, or this family photo.

i then said that i wished to go back right away and hunt for my card reader, and said to my folks not to rush me, since they didn't know my schedule in school; and the old man flared up and said that it was a stupid idea to take this kind of photo, and told me to get my 2 bikes out of the house blah blah blah... a lot of unrelated stuff - essentially the point was, he doesn't like me, and was telling me to get lost. with a family like this, it's not hard to see why i don't particularly like my "family". to be brutally frank, i don't like this old man either - i can remember when i was at my lowest point in life, he jeered at me and said that i deserved it when i injured my knees from running... and that alone almost spurred me to suicide when i was in the army, can't run, with my instructors thinking that i was malingering, and i was intent to bust my knees up, and totally retire from all physical activities. it isn't hard to see how eager he was to support me during my competitive days either; people would say that i had a good dad because he'd be at the end of the marathon waiting for me - first thing he would say was, "are you ready to go back home?" when all i wanted was to have a rest after finishing the distance. i don't need encouragement from my family - i never did - but i would rather do with silence and indifference instead of a negative light from them. so go ahead and criticize me when i lambast my family members, peppered with vulgar language and so on. there's a damned reason for it, in case those imbeciles who like to comment on my site saying that i'm an arsehole etc etc, want to find a case. because they're not in my shoes, they don't know. it isn't a secret that i enjoy myself most when i'm on either of my bikes.

so i rode out back to school, managed to find the card reader with the cf card in it, and took a slow ride to tiong hin to unwind. met betterfeel there, he had just struck a puncture while riding back home from work.

i'm not getting this family portrait done, whatever the case. i'm not regarded as a member anyway. and i would really enjoy more time on my bikes, riding away.

Monday, September 12, 2005

gotta rush with school work these few days.

came up with selected works to display on my sportsshooter profile yesterday, even though i was half buried in work. follow this link to view my older shots...

Saturday, September 10, 2005

tiring day.

went out for my ride at bt this morning, plus some other trails. total distance? approximately 56km. went out in the mid-afternoon to pick up some ndp related items, and on my way out to toa payoh, i met the sweet lass formerly from temasek polytechnic, melisa! i thought i saw wrongly, because my eyes were really dry after the ride...

Asha Tett (in red, playing for Singapore) takes possession of the ball from a quick pass, as the Goal Keeper for the Malaysian team shows agony in failing to prevent the pass from going through, at the finals of the Asian Netball Championships 2005 held at Toa Payoh Indoor Hall on 10th September.
© 2005 Ngoh Seh Suan

singapore trounced malaysia something like, 53 - 39 at fulltime, and for the first time, singapore won the asian netball championships. but the not-so-nice part was... it was a competition of about only 8 teams; if singapore won then, that would have been even greater!

Friday, September 09, 2005

i will not remove this post whatever the case.

my old man told me he will throw away my bikes.

fuck you!

i've got a lot more stuff i could happily smash up, including a 34 inch television that sucks up too much electricity, stupid hifi speakers that are only playing 70-80's chinese music (wtf?!?) amongst others...

phone calls can make a difference.

here's one of pearl jam's gems from the vs album, indifference:

i will light the match this mornin', so i won't be alone
watch as she lies silent, for soon light will be gone
i will stand arms outstretched, pretend i'm free to roam
i will make my way, through, one more day in hell...
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make...
i will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
i'll keep takin' punches until their will grows tired
i will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
hey i won't change direction, and i won't change my mind
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make..
how much difference...
i'll swallow poison, until i grow immune
i will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
how much difference
how much difference
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make...

yes, indeed. "how much difference does it make..."

i should go find out more about america's first amendment.

da monster and xuan dropped by my place yesterday, and walked away happy folks, i guess. i swapped out the v-brake and shifter cables for his giant xtc, and though i did a dead-slow job, i think i did do a good job overall. tidy routing, plus tuning of the cables (including stretching out the cables)... hey, not bad!

covered the kinesiology of the knee joint later in the evening, it seems somewhat most of the course participants are in it because we want to find out what's wrong with us!

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

eh, free on that day? come look see the stuff you don't see from the national day parade 2005...

(read: come support the ndp photographers, including yours sincerely... heehee...)

just bought dream theater's octavarium from that cd shop for $26.90; and picked up two mountain biking magazines for inspiration... and i must admit, my shots in the current issue of sportmag sucks big time, so bad that i don't think i would buy it to keep track of it... *bleah*

Monday, September 05, 2005

the netball carnival went without any hiccups, apart from the heavy rain during sunday afternoon, but by then most of the outdoor matches had ended. phew!

Against the distinctive shadow of the javelin walls of PESS, one of the earliest contingents to arrive, Methodist Girls' School's U14 team get on with their warmup routine to ease off the pre-competition jitters.
© 2005 Ngoh Seh Suan

wilsonang and jeffhiew came down to shoot as well, i was glad there was enough food and drinks that i could provide them as hospitality gestures on behalf of my ex-dept.

Friday, September 02, 2005

this is a funny local satire site... http://studentssketchpad.blogspot.com/... check it out!

when is a holiday not one?

when monday and tuesday are dates to go back to conduct gameplay training for chubby boys; and wednesday is an outing for some of them to represent the school in the chubby intra-cluster games...

things to do:
1. height/weight for 5b and 5f (classes that i don't take, but tasked to do it all the same - my hod will strangle me for this one)
2. remedial for the enable program boys - it's a pain to arrange a day of the week when they can all appear simultaneously. one or two will somehow will still not be able to free themselves.
3. worksheets for the p3 math remedial boys
4. worksheets for 4c math
5. math sa2 paper for p2 boys
6. math performance assessment papers for p2 (3 topics)
7. cluster it synopsium on tuesday.
8. chaperone the boys for the chubby intra-cluster games

and since i forget easily, these are my current roles in the respective orders:
1. classroom teacher (pe before math, if you ask me)
2. pe dept teacher
3. enable program
4. swc member (asst treasurer)
5. ndp shooter
6. cyclist
7. son
8. ahm runner

if i could re-order them by priority, it'd be...
1. ndp shooter
2. cyclist
3. pe dept teacher
4. classroom teacher
5. swc member (asst treasurer)
6. enable program
7. son
8. ahm runner

Thursday, September 01, 2005

is loneliness a state of mind?

after last night's event ended, i went back home alone. (duh!)

walking on my way to the station, by myself, it seems so unreal that i was just in the event with about 200 other people. but when i come out, it's like... a drug with its effects of hallucination wearing off. was i really with that many people? my photos say 'yes', but my mind says 'huh?'...

is this a reason why i'm acting the way i am?

i feel that i don't have a person to talk to; i don't like to talk to my friends who are attached lest i intrude on their personal time...

"But he's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, or to think or to live. He doesn't love you, but I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance... It's our last chance..."

- jeremy irons from a room with a view, sampled by dream theater in space dye vest in their 1994 album, awake

some friends wrote about the term, the "ideal partner" - whether that is just a never-achieveable thing in real-life, an overtly high expectation. i wonder, if it's possible for me to find a girl who can really think closely to the way that i do; accept me for who i am; and be a free spirit of her own. sports in the blood; a fighter in her own right; yet submissive. confusing what i'm looking for in a girl, isn't it?

i may have become a listener now, but i don't have anyone personal to listen to.

gotta get some rest now. class later this evening. hopefully the break this coming week will help me to clear up my mind.

"There's nowhere to set my aim, so I'm everywhere"