My Thoughts

I’ve decided to go back blogging. It’s fun! I’ve been having some sleeping problems the past few weeks now. I’ve been trying to sleep till’ three or four. =< I’ve had a good sleep today thoug. I woke up at ten just lounging around the house.

At around noon, my mom told me to get ready for church. So at three, we were ready to leave. What’s curious was that we were brining some wine and some wine glasses. Huh? "What’s going on?", I asked. We’re going to Catmon. It’s north of the city. It’s around an hour’s drive and a half.

Our car zooms pass a sign. "We’re here!" So after a few meters, we stopped then moved back. We entered this hilly field that’s around a hectare or so; we can see the beach too! It’s around a minute’s walk to the beach (okay more like a sprint =P). One notable thing was this shed right in the middle of the sea of grass.

We arrived. My dad told me to get the camera; so I took some short vids. We were at this German restaurant. Amazingly, it’s miles from nowhere and still people come here. What I really like about it is that it’s really homey. It usually only serves two groups of people at a time. There were these ducks and rabits in the place (they’re all enclosed though =<). They had these cool dogs that run around. One dog’s called Natasha. She can do all these tricks like sit and other stuff. The thing is that she only knows German =D.

We first started out with some great bread. I guess it’s like French bread. It’s goooood. Dinner at the hut started with some goulash. Then we took the wine off the cooler. I loooove wine! It’s a sauvignon blanc. It had this apple flavor. Then came the main course. I loved the beef and the gravy with the red cabbage complimented it. I really didn’t like it with the wine though. We should have brought reds. But the dessert was really friendly with the wine. It was apple strudel with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. It reminded me of Austria. There was where I tasted the best apple strudel I’ve ever tasted.

On the way home, we stopped by church. What was great was that we only stayed there for just 15 minutes. We were kinda’ late. After that we stopped by Chow King for some Nai Cha, siomai, and buchi. Buchi used to be my favorite snack. I was a buchi conossieur! I’ve been searching for it at every Chinese restaurant in Europe. My mom wanted to eat rice instead of all that pasta. The feelintg wasn’t mutual though. I couldn’t even find root beer in Europe!Going back from Europe, we stayed in Singapore. At a mall there, I tracked the smell of buchi. It was five minutes away. ;P

Woah, I didn’t expect talking about buchi! I don’t really like it now though. It’s croissants that I like!
Okay, so that’s today’s story.

Ciao!

I’ve just read this really funny post at a baddy forum. This post really made my day! =D

G’day all, now I got all your attention with the subject title, here
are some interesting points I have noticed in my local club:

There are more badminton players who are single than attached.

Males outnumber females 4 to 1.

More male players are single and not in a relationship, whereas  females players seems to be always be involved in one.

More males play badminton for the enjoyment of sport and competition,
whereas females tend to play for fitness and socialisation.

If the male / female are attached, female tend to have more say on how
long they should play, whereas male tend to have more say on how she
should play.

Female almost always seem to win in an argument with her man.

When there’s a dispute on court, female will talk it over to settle the issue.  Males ask for a replay.

More females smoke than males. 

More males drink beer than females.

Males tend to run rings around female in a mixed game. Female on the
other hand tend to worry wheather her partner will accidentally set a
shot up for her to get smashed in her face.

During a break, male tend to seek out females for a chat.  Females tend to seek other females to group together for a girl chat.

During conversations, males tend to talk about Ti-10 vs MP-100 whereas females talk anything BUT badminton.

Males tend to have top-spec rackets with all the bells and whistles
whereas females tend to have affordable rackets that is solid,
comfortable and dependable.

Males usually have more than one racket in a bag whereas females generally have one only.

Females generally drink water for fluid replacement.  Males drink Coka Cola or other bottled drinks out of a vending machine.

Males tend to dress like they are at home, loose shirt and baggy pants,
whereas female dress properly for occassion, track suits and all.

Males sulk, swear, throw their rackets after making an unforced error.  Females giggles, smiles or scream.

Shuttles last 15minutes in a male double’s game.  Shuttle can last an entire set in a female double’s game.

Males generally smash whenever the chance arise, whereas female smashes judiciously and accurately.

Male tend to have holes in their sock and toxic smells in their shoes.
Female on the other hand looks like they’ve never wore their sock /
shoes.

Females hits more clears and flat drives than males.

Males hit more smashes and stuff-ups than females.

Males tend to give words of encouragement to females during a game
whereas females tend to tell her partner shut the hell up so she can
concentrate.

Males spend minimal time during toilet breaks. Females generally
disappear for more than 5 minutes before reappearing looking fully
refreshed.

Males pick their nose and scratch their bum on court. Female flick
their hair out of their face and make sure no makeup is out of wack.

Anyone with similar obseravations?

I’m gonna’ to give credit of course. Here’s the link…
http://www.badmintoncentral.com/forums/showthread.php?t=114

Ahh… It’s been a while again since I’ve posted. =P

While reading a couple of magazines, I came across this book. It’s like one of those old Reader’s Digest compilations with the cover torn out; but that just made it more interesting. => I found out it was an anthology of works from Lord Byron. I did some research on this guy and he’s a kinda’ scary (the Michael Jackson kind! =P). He’s works are really nice though. I’ve got to admit that I had to laugh out those "thee" and "thy" words. Here’s a two that I like:

To a Beautiful Quaker

Sweet girl! though only once we met,
That meeting I shall ne’er forget;
And though we ne’er may meet again,
Remembrance will thy form retain.
I would not say, "I love," but still
My senses struggle with my will:
In vain, to drive thee from my breast,
My thoughts are more and more represt;
In vain I check the rising sighs,
Another to the last replies:
Perhaps this is not love, but yet
Our meeting I can ne’er forget.

What though we never silence broke,
Our eyes a sweeter language spoke.
The toungue in flattering falsehood deals,
And tells a tale in never feels;
Deceit the guilty lips impart,
And hush the mandates of the heart;
But soul’s interpreters, the eyes,
Spurn such restraint and scorn disguise.
As thus our glances oft conversed,
And all our bosoms felt, rehearsed,
No spirit, from within, reproved us,
Say rather, "’twas the spirit moved us."
Though what they utter’d I repress,
Yet I conceive thou’lt partly guess;
For as on thee my memory ponders,
Perchance to me thine also wanders.
This for myself, at least, I’ll say,
Thy form appears through night, through day:
Awake, with it my fancy teems;
In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams;
The vision charms the hours away,
And bids me curse Aurora’s ray
For breaking slumbers of delight
Which make me wish for endless night:
Since, oh! whate’er my future fate,
Shall joy or woe my steps await,
Tempted by love, by storms beset,
Thine image I can ne’er forget.

Alas! again no more we meet,
No more former looks repeat;
Then let me breathe this parting prayer,
The dictate of my bosom’s care:
"May heaven so guard my lovely quaker,
That anguish never can o’ertake her;
That peace and virtue ne’er forsake her,
But bliss be aye her heart’s partaker!
Oh, may the happy mortal, fated
To be by dearest ties related,
For her each hour new joys discover,
And lose the husband in the lover!
May that fair bosom never know
What ‘t is to feel the restless woe
Which stings the soul with vain regret,
Of him who never can forget!"

Here’s the other one:

To mary, on receiving her picture

This faint resemblance of thy charms,
    (Though strong as mortal art could give,)
My constant heart of fear disarms,
    Revives my hopes, and bids me live.

Here, I can trace the locks of gold
    Which round thy snowy forehead wave;
The cheeks which sprung from Beauty’s mould,
    The lips, which made me Beauty’s slave.

Here I can trace—ah, no! that eye,
    Whose azure floats in liquid fire,
Must all the painter’s art defy,
    And bid him from the task retire.

Here, I behold its beauteous hue;
    But where’s the beam so sweetly straying,
Which gave a lustre to its blue,
    Like Luna o’er the ocean playing?

Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
    Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
Than all the living forms could be,
    Save her who plac’d thee next my heart.

She plac’d it, sad, with needless fear,
    Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
Unconscious that her image there
    Held every sense in fast control.

Thro’ hours, thro’ years, thro’ time, ’twill cheer—
    My hope, in gloomy moments, raise;
In life’s last conflict ’twill appear,
    And meet my fond, expiring gaze.

Here’s an article that I like. I hate it when people tell me that I have no moral values or that I’d be the first to do something unethical just because I have no religion.

I am an atheist.

And no, I don’t kick puppies or steal candy from babies. I don’t hate
God, but I don’t have any secret desire to worship him either. Nor do I
worship Satan. I’m not angry or depressed; I’m quite happy as I am,
actually. In fact, I’m a person just like you. You probably wouldn’t
recognize me if you passed me on the street.

But I am indeed an atheist. What this means, quite simply, is
that I don’t believe in any gods. Not Jesus, not Yahweh, not Allah, not
Vishnu, not Odin, not Zeus, not Gaea, not Quetzalcoatl, not Marduk, not
Ahura Mazda, nor any other of the thousands and thousands of deities
humanity has invented throughout its history. I don’t single out any of
them - I treat them all the same, and lack belief in each one equally.
As far as I’m concerned, they’re all imaginary - mere products of the
human imagination and nothing more.

In this respect, I’m probably not that different from you. After all,
most theists reject all but one of the many gods humans have invented.
I just reject one more god than most people do.

I’m not an atheist because I hate God. To hate God I would first have
to believe in him, and then I wouldn’t be an atheist anymore. Nor am I
an atheist because I hate my father or any other authority figure; I
don’t. I’m also not an atheist because I had a bad experience with the
church, or because I want to live a hedonistic life free of moral
restriction, or because I’m too proud to acknowledge the possibility of
something bigger than me. None of these things are true. Simply put,
the reason I am an atheist, and the reason most people are atheists, is
the complete lack of convincing, credible evidence for the claims of
any religion. This is not the only reason not to believe, however. Some
people have become atheists after seeing the terrible harm caused by
religion, the malice, cruelty and suffering inflicted in God’s name.
Others have deconverted after coming to the realization that a loving
god would not allow pain and suffering. Still others may simply have
been raised without religion; after all, atheism is our default state.
No one is born believing in gods - we have to be taught that. (For a
more comprehensive list of reasons not to believe, see "The Necessity of Atheism"; for more on why evil is incompatible with the existence of a loving god, see "All Possible Worlds".)

Atheism is a much more consistent and unified position than the swamp
of squabbling sects that is theism. However, it does come in various
flavors. Some atheists prefer to call themselves freethinkers or
humanists; the former term emphasizes free, unrestricted thought and
the forming of opinions based on evidence and reason rather than
tradition and authority, while the latter advocates the essential
liberty, dignity and freedom of humanity and the need to take
responsibility for one’s own life. Other descriptive terms include
rationalist, empiricist, naturalist, secularist, skeptic, and so on.
Another term was coined by the originators of the "Brights"
movement, who proposed this word as a positive and optimistic
description of those who hold a naturalistic worldview. Yet another
subgroup of atheism is the agnostics, who hold that the answer to the
question of God’s existence is unknown and perhaps unknowable. There is
considerable overlap between these groups, of course. For example, I
consider myself both a freethinker and a humanist, and I sympathize
with the goal of the Brights movement, but I generally call myself an
atheist.

In addition, there are two subgroups of atheism itself. There
are the weak atheists, who state that they do not believe in gods,
while strong atheists go further by asserting that gods do not exist.
The difference is subtle but important. Most atheists are weak, some (a
few) are strong, while others may be weak atheists in general but
strong with respect to certain gods (such as those whose attributes are
defined such as to make their very existence self-contradictory and
thus impossible). I personally consider myself a weak atheist, though
this should not be taken to imply that I am uncertain about my
position. It is merely that I recognize that a supernatural being that
did not want to provide evidence of its existence could never be ruled
out. On the other hand, there is no evidence for such beings either, and I believe only in propositions for which there is a reasonable quality of evidence.

The only ironclad requirement for atheism is a lack of belief in gods.
Almost invariably, however, atheists lack belief in supernatural
phenomena in general, including psychic powers, angels and demons, or a
soul that survives the physical death of the body. Like gods, we hold
these things to be superstitious fantasies, invented by primitive
groups of people for a variety of reasons and still in existence today
mainly because of human credulity and their potential to allow a
privileged few to make money from or rule over and oppress others.
Other than a lack of god-belief, however, there are no requirements for
being an atheist. Atheism has no dogmas - it does not impose a moral
code, set rules of behavior or demand obedience to a central authority,
and individual atheists are free to form their own opinions on whatever
topics they choose. There are atheists from all walks of life, atheists
of all ages, genders and ethnic backgrounds. Some atheists are liberal,
some are conservative; some are pro-choice, some are pro-life; some
support communism, others support socialism, and others support
capitalist republican democracy.

In short, atheists are ordinary people, just like everyone
else. We hold jobs, pay taxes, raise families, and do all the other
things that normal people do. We don’t ask for much, either. I fully
respect the right of people to hold and practice whatever beliefs they
want, as long as they don’t attempt to force those beliefs on me or use
them as justification to cause harm to others. What that means is
strong separation of church and state: no teaching of religious myths
in public school science classes, no religious commandments posted in
public school classrooms or courthouses, no taxpayer money going to
fund churches, no state-supported prayers, and no religious litmus test
of any sort for any public position; in short, no government preference
of one religion over any other or religion in general over
non-religion. We also ask for the freedom of speech to disseminate
information about our position free of censorship, freedom of
conscience to think and believe as we feel best, and the freedom to
pursue happiness in whatever form we find it so long as doing so does
not interfere with the equal rights of others to do the same. I feel
that these rights are nothing more than what we should expect from a
modern, enlightened democratic society.

Unfortunately, some people persist in spreading misinformation
about what it really means to be an atheist. Listed below are a few of
the most commonly heard myths about atheism, along with their
refutations.

I’m joining another marathon! This’ll be my second marathon. I haven’t trained for days now though; so I’ll have to work harder tomorrow. I don’t think I really need to rest the few days before the marathon since it’s only going to be a 5-K race. I’m still going to load on the carbs though. The marathon’s going to be on sunday. It’s the Midnight Run, so it’s going to be starting at 12 am. For those who wants to join, please do! Hehe. We’ll be meeting up at City Sports at 10pm this saturday.

NO CLASSES TOMORROW! =D Tomorrow’s going to be our school’s Christmas presentation. Only those guys who were chosen to perform goes (how I pity them =P). I’ll just have to go there at six.

Okay, sorry for the brief blog. I’m going to play badminton and have some vegemite =P

I’ve just tasted the Vegemite! The first time I’ve tried it, I found it horrible. That was because I tried it with the Vegemite layer that’s half an inch. I’ve just recently tried it with butter and this time, with a very thin layer of that substance. It actually tasted great!

I’ve also just read the Newsweek a few days ago and I found out that Coconet, a Philippine company, won The World Challenge! If you wanna’ learn more about it, here’s its website…

http://www.theworldchallenge.co.uk

Right now I’m listening to a different musical. I’m sure many of you have heard of Le Miserables. This has recieved alot of good reviews. It’s too bad that the musical isn’t in a movie. It’s too bad the majority of the Philippine population doesn’t listen to this (45% under the poverty line =< ). You can listen to some of its songs at its site…

http://www.lesmis.com

Just click the "20 YEARS" link, then go to "Sights and Sounds", then "Music". You can go to the photo link to check out its cool stage design. Hey, I haven’t bought the book yet! =P Okay, I should promise myself to buy it next weekend.

Today, I’ve missed classes. The morning was just mass and a pilgrimage anywayz. My aunt’s trip was moved so she chose to leave today. We borrowed some snorkels then took a boat to an island (I forgot the name). Surprisingly, there were alot of tourists there. The fish and coral were great! Just bringing a bag of rice really attracts the fishes. My aunt says that the coral variety is much greater than Australia’s. This makes me less surprised why tourists come here.

After that trip, we left the hotel for the airport. Our relatives were now leaving for Manila (and one for Australia). She left me some vegemite! I was really curious how it tastes like; and it actually tastes like solidified soy sauce. I’m trying it out with butter next time. I’ll post how it tastes sometime.

Okay, that’s all for now. =P

Today’s been horrible. The past week in fact has been horrible. I have found out that the person I like has never liked me back. What aches even more is that I have lost her trust. I do not know why and how I did it; and she won’t tell me. This happened last friday. I felt that I have one again become a living death.

The day after that, I went to her school’s intrams and their Christmas bazaar. The only time I found her was from a short glance. I left early.

Right now, I’m still trying to find why I had lost her trust. This and knowing that I had been irking her really gave me a bad day. Two hours worth of badminton really did help out alot. This really helped me out in forgetting about it.

I want to think that this is just the rough part of life’s road and it’s going to be over soon =>
besides, what do I really get by just weeping?

My aunt’s going to back to Canberra on thursday instead of today (yeah!). She’s really lively for her age, and I also get to ask her heaps of questions in economics. She’s getting her Ph.D in economics soon from the Australian National University. I intend to migrate there (or another country) when I’m much older (it’s still a long way from now). She also keeps urging my parents to migrate there (which I really want, hehe =P). She’s already some veggemite here. Now, I’m asking her for a year’s supply of Horlicks. =P

Whoah, that last one was surprisingly long. Okay, I guess that’s all for now…

The Phantom of the Opera book was great!

The book shows the past of both Crhistine and Raoul. It also shows a little of the Phantom’s indefinite past. The Phantom’s name’s Erik! I also found out that "O.G." meant "Opera Ghost". It mentions Christine’s and Raoul’s romantic childhood.

The book gives a better description of the Phantom’s voice. Here’s a quote:

She wrote on, filling two, three, four sheets.  Suddenly, she raised
her head and hid the sheets in her bodice….She seemed
to be listening… Raoul also listened… Whence came
that strange sound, that distant rhythm?…A faint singing
seemed to issue from the walls…yes, it was as though
the walls themselves were singing!…The song became plainer
…the words were now distinguishable…he heard a voice,
a very beautiful, very soft, very captivating voice…but,
for all its softness, it remained a male voice…The voice came
nearer and nearer…it came through the wall…it approached
…and now the voice was IN THE ROOM, in front of Christine.
Christine rose and addressed the voice, as though speaking to some one:

"Here I am, Erik," she said.  "I am ready.  But you are late."

Raoul, peeping from behind the curtain, could not believe his eyes,
which showed him nothing.  Christine’s face lit up.  A smile
of happiness appeared upon her bloodless lips, a smile like that
of sick people when they receive the first hope of recovery.

The voice without a body went on singing; and certainly Raoul had
never in his life heard anything more absolutely and heroically sweet,
more gloriously insidious, more delicate, more powerful, in short,
more irresistibly triumphant.  He listened to it in a fever and he
now began to understand how Christine Daae was able to appear
one evening, before the stupefied audience, with accents of a beauty
hitherto unknown, of a superhuman exaltation, while doubtless still
under the influence of the mysterious and invisible master.

And here’s a description of he makes his Don Juan Triumphant:

"Then I saw the keyboard of an organ which filled one whole side
of the walls.  On the desk was a music-book covered with red notes.
I asked leave to look at it and read, `Don Juan Triumphant.’
`Yes,’ he said, `I compose sometimes.’  I began that work twenty years ago.
When I have finished, I shall take it away with me in that coffin
and never wake up again.’  `You must work at it as seldom as you can,’
I said.  He replied, `I sometimes work at it for fourteen days
and nights together, during which I live on music only,
and then I rest for years at a time.’  `Will you play me something
out of your Don Juan Triumphant?’  I asked, thinking to please him.
`You must never ask me that,’ he said, in a gloomy voice.
`I will play you Mozart, if you like, which will only make you weep;
but my Don Juan, Christine, burns; and yet he is not struck by fire
from Heaven.’  Thereupon we returned to the drawing-room. I noticed
that there was no mirror in the whole apartment.  I was going
to remark upon this, but Erik had already sat down to the piano.
He said, `You see, Christine, there is some music that is so terrible
that it consumes all those who approach it.  Fortunately, you have
not come to that music yet, for you would lose all your pretty
coloring and nobody would know you when you returned to Paris.
Let us sing something from the Opera, Christine Daae.’
He spoke these last words as though he were flinging an insult
at me."

Here’s a description of the song:

"He had let go of me at last and was dragging himself about on the floor,
uttering terrible sobs. And then he crawled away like a snake,
went into his room, closed the door and left me alone to my reflections.
Presently I heard the sound of the organ; and then I began
to understand Erik’s contemptuous phrase when he spoke about Opera music.
What I now heard was utterly different from what I had heard up to then.
His Don Juan Triumphant (for I had not a doubt but that he had rushed
to his masterpiece to forget the horror of the moment) seemed to me
at first one long, awful, magnificent sob.  But, little by little,
it expressed every emotion, every suffering of which mankind is capable.
It intoxicated me; and I opened the door that separated us.
Erik rose, as I entered, BUT DARED NOT TURN IN MY DIRECTION.
`Erik,’ I cried, `show me your face without fear!  I swear that you
are the most unhappy and sublime of men; and, if ever again I shiver
when I look at you, it will be because I am thinking of the splendor
of your genius!’  Then Erik turned round, for he believed me, and I
also had faith in myself.  He fell at my feet, with words of love…
with words of love in his dead mouth…and the music had ceased…
He kissed the hem of my dress and did not see that I closed my eyes.

Here’s my last quotation. And I really love this. It clearly shows how he felt…

Erik here rose solemnly.  Then he continued, but, as he spoke,
he was overcome by all his former emotion and began to tremble
like a leaf:

"Yes, she was waiting for me…waiting for me erect and alive,
a real, living bride…as she hoped to be saved….And,
when I…came forward, more timid than…a little child,
she did not run away…no, no…she stayed…she waited
for me….I even believe…daroga…that she put out
her forehead…a little…oh, not much…just a little…
like a living bride….And…and…I…kissed her!…
I!…I!…I!…And she did not die!…Oh, how good it is,
daroga, to kiss somebody on the forehead!…You can’t tell!…
But I!  I!…My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never
…let me kiss her….She used to run away…and throw me my mask!
…Nor any other woman…ever, ever!…Ah, you can understand,
my happiness was so great, I cried.  And I fell at her feet, crying
…and I kissed her feet…her little feet…crying.  You’re crying, too,
daroga…and she cried also…the angel cried!…" Erik
sobbed aloud and the Persian himself could not retain his tears
in the presence of that masked man, who, with his shoulders shaking
and his hands clutched at his chest, was moaning with pain and love
by turns.

"Yes, daroga…I felt her tears flow on my forehead…on mine,
mine!…They were soft…they were sweet!…They trickled
under my mask…they mingled with my tears in my eyes…yes
…they flowed between my lips….Listen, daroga, listen to
what I did….I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her
tears…and she did not run away!…And she did not die!…
She remained alive, weeping over me, with me.  We cried together!
I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer!"

And Erik fell into a chair, choking for breath:

"Ah, I am not going to die yet…presently I shall…but let
me cry!…Listen, daroga…listen to this….While
I was at her feet…I heard her say, `Poor, unhappy Erik!’
… AND SHE TOOK MY HAND!…I had become no more, you know,
than a poor dog ready to die for her….I mean it, daroga!…
I held in my hand a ring, a plain gold ring which I had given her
…which she had lost…and which I had found again…
a wedding-ring, you know….I slipped it into her little hand
and said, `There!…Take it!…Take it for you…and him!
…It shall be my wedding-present a present from your poor,
unhappy Erik…..I know you love the boy…don’t cry any more!
…She asked me, in a very soft voice, what I meant….
Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned,
I was only a poor dog, ready to die for her…but that she could
marry the young man when she pleased, because she had cried with me
and mingled her tears with mine!…"

Erik’s emotion was so great that he had to tell the Persian not
to look at him, for he was choking and must take off his mask.
The daroga went to the window and opened it.  His heart was full
of pity, but he took care to keep his eyes fixed on the trees in
the Tuileries gardens, lest he should see the monster’s face….

Read it. You’ll love it.

I’ve also found a cool site. It’s the official POTO movie site in Japan. It shows short videos of the original musical.

I couldn’t write yesterday since I was a bit busy.

I woke up at seven yesterday (at a weekend!) to do my school project. On the way there, I signed up for the marathon, the MTV Queen City Run. We were designing a person’s biography for science. We then went to SM to print our stuff and went back to put em’ all together. We ended at 1.

After leaving my classmate’s house with an apple and a banana (hehe), we went to SM to pick up a person that was also joining the marathon I was joining. We measured the distance between SM and the Lapulapu City Hall, since we doubted its actual distance. It was right; it really is 10-K (through the new bridge of course).

We arrived at the venue an hour ahead. This gave us time time to change and warm up. There were many hilarious people in costumes. Many were quite funny! Watching them helped pass the time.

When the gun at last fired, we went off. The first obstacle was the new bridge, which was kinda’ steep. At the end of the bridge was the first water station, which marked the first kilometer of the run. It was a little difficult drinking from the cup while running. Most people threw them half empty.

After the second water station, lethargy started to set in. This changed after I saw the 4th checkpoint. This checkpoint uniquely had invigorating music. I was drawn to its hypnotic beats.
I drank some water from the cup, then splashed rest on my body. This suddenly cooled my body, which really was relieving.

I finally reached the last kilometer. I ran with all I had at the last two or three kilometers (most runners do!).

AT LAST, I MADE IT!

I really want to place emphasis on that feeling. That feeling of accomplishment.

I then watched the Harry Potter movie, now that I’m in SM. After the movie, I decided to go backt to the party. Honestly, I hated it. It was no different from a rock concert, since it was one! I’m not saying that rock sucks, It’s just not my taste.

Okay, that’s my marathon!