It takes a great deal of honesty and maturity to admit that sometimes you say things to start a fight because you want some attention. Still, I suppose "Star Wars is daft" was quite sad and ill-advised.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Learning something new
As it turns out, WPBlogger accepts html, so that's the paragraph and text formatting taken care of! What I should be able to do next is memorize .jpg links so I can theoretically paste images here too. Or just, you know, log in to the site itself. Whichever is niftier.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Primer for out-of-town races
This is what I've learnt when participating in an out-of-town race:
1. Book your hotel early. Do it once you've confirmed your race participation. Don't show up the day before race day trusting your luck. The hotels in the vicinity will tell you they're full. You won't want to shell out for a 4-star room. At least most towns have a 24-h McDonald's or Starbucks now.
2. Eat 1-2 bananas per day starting at least 2 days before race day. You need to prime yourself to answer the call of nature before it even rings. Whatever distance you run, exertion-induced shit cramps are never welcome.
3. Prioritize proper eating. Out-of-town races mean reconciling travel eating habits (usually haphazard) with the necessary proper nutrition. You've trained for the race all these months; it doesn't make sense to risk your prospects with that aromatic meal from that rickety stall in that shady alley (you know the type). Save it for after.
4. Give yourself time. Arrive early enough to get a feel of the lay of the land, collect your race pack, investigate local attractions, and rest. Stay for a day or two to make the most of your mini-holiday.* Friends and family will loathe you for planning things so well.
*Hopefully, you'll have enough annual leave days and funds for the "actual" holiday season as well.
1. Book your hotel early. Do it once you've confirmed your race participation. Don't show up the day before race day trusting your luck. The hotels in the vicinity will tell you they're full. You won't want to shell out for a 4-star room. At least most towns have a 24-h McDonald's or Starbucks now.
2. Eat 1-2 bananas per day starting at least 2 days before race day. You need to prime yourself to answer the call of nature before it even rings. Whatever distance you run, exertion-induced shit cramps are never welcome.
3. Prioritize proper eating. Out-of-town races mean reconciling travel eating habits (usually haphazard) with the necessary proper nutrition. You've trained for the race all these months; it doesn't make sense to risk your prospects with that aromatic meal from that rickety stall in that shady alley (you know the type). Save it for after.
4. Give yourself time. Arrive early enough to get a feel of the lay of the land, collect your race pack, investigate local attractions, and rest. Stay for a day or two to make the most of your mini-holiday.* Friends and family will loathe you for planning things so well.
*Hopefully, you'll have enough annual leave days and funds for the "actual" holiday season as well.
Monday, June 9, 2014
Safety in (relative) obscurity
Yesterday, I got to know a girl who used to be a lawyer, and her boyfriend, who is a pilot. Together, they've fielded more than their fair share of asinine questions only slightly related to their jobs. Did you know that there are many aspects of law? A lawyer who specializes in conveyance might not be able to give you the information you need for your divorce proceedings.
As for the pilot, social events have become a nightmare for him after MH370 went missing. I'm sure he wants to know what happened as much as everyone else does, but he's not an aviation forensics investigator, so asking him where he thinks the plane might be is an exercise in futility. Besides, it's probably the hundredth time he's heard it, so I wouldn't blame him if he made up an improbable story just for laughs.
As for me and Enfant Terrible, no one can fathom what a medical editor does, and there are virtually no scandals involving music teachers, so we get to smile and way as much cake as we can without anyone noticing.
As for the pilot, social events have become a nightmare for him after MH370 went missing. I'm sure he wants to know what happened as much as everyone else does, but he's not an aviation forensics investigator, so asking him where he thinks the plane might be is an exercise in futility. Besides, it's probably the hundredth time he's heard it, so I wouldn't blame him if he made up an improbable story just for laughs.
As for me and Enfant Terrible, no one can fathom what a medical editor does, and there are virtually no scandals involving music teachers, so we get to smile and way as much cake as we can without anyone noticing.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Limbo
A strange inertia takes hold in the hour after it rains in the morning. I want to go for a run, because that's what I woke up this early for. Yet, the sky is grey and heavy, and thunder still rumbles somewhere over the treeline. Is the far-off susurrus a west-east wind moving the leaves, or more rain approaching? I have no idea; I've just been sitting here. But the thunder has grown louder and lightning has just flashed, so I might wait and see a bit longer before (instead of) doing anything.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Facilitated brain farting
Am mucking around with a mobile blogging app (WPBlogger). It's convenient, but the paragraph breaks don't show up, and you can't insert tags or images. Posting fails on the first go, and you have to restart the app as a consequence (no posts have been lost yet). AND if you have to email the app writer to notify them of errors that occur while posting, you get a delivery failure message anyway. I guess this is what happens when you have an earlier Windows phone, considered the stepchildren of the app world. That said, it's quite fun and serves the purpose of writing on the fly.
Hitched!
To mark our tenth year together, Enfant Terrible and I got married.
At first, I thought of posting this on 06 June, which would've been our 1-month anniversary, but timing is not my strong suit.
Anyway, married. With a ring and all that (not my idea). Have put pen to paper and made honest people of each other, as they say.
What is it like to be married? I didn't expect this bliss, certainly. I didn't think that it'd be possible to be even happier to have him than I already was. I wonder how long it will be before the novelty of calling each other "wife" and "husband" wears off. (I was still referring to him as "boyfriend" a few days after we got registered.)
Anyhoo, there's still the sticky issue of the reception. Some people don't consider a couple "properly" married until they have it. To such people, I'd say, "Go mooch elsewhere."
Of course I want to celebrate the union though, but it will be on our terms, which might see a few Rammstein songs being played. Cool.
Anyway, married. With a ring and all that (not my idea). Have put pen to paper and made honest people of each other, as they say.
What is it like to be married? I didn't expect this bliss, certainly. I didn't think that it'd be possible to be even happier to have him than I already was. I wonder how long it will be before the novelty of calling each other "wife" and "husband" wears off. (I was still referring to him as "boyfriend" a few days after we got registered.)
Anyhoo, there's still the sticky issue of the reception. Some people don't consider a couple "properly" married until they have it. To such people, I'd say, "Go mooch elsewhere."
Of course I want to celebrate the union though, but it will be on our terms, which might see a few Rammstein songs being played. Cool.
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