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2008-01-01 - 9:10 p.m.
As has been the tradition on this blog since its inception, the new year tends to bring with it certain introspection and the need for me to discharge some thoughts into the ether that is the online space. First of, the year gone by wasn't too bad, especially the last six months. After escaping the hell-hole that is the sports desk, I finally returned to some normalcy, competency, friendly-cy, in general, a better place to be. That in turn results in higher levels of motivation to actually do some decent work. Oh and my acid-reflux has stopped. I swear it's the bad mojo that comes from a potent mix of malice and pure stupidity. Don't get me wrong though. The bulk of the sportsdeskers are nice folk. It's the people who are supposed to be in charge but couldn't find their pee-wee in the dark that fuck things up. That includes those who wish they had a pee-wee. Work aside, life was pretty good. Sports stuff went ok, 'cept for a blip at the SEA Games which I am still sore about. Did a half-Ironman, couple of triathlons and a duathlon, fenced a whole bunch and still managed to put on a shed-load of weight. Sigh. Now if I can get my golf going, and become competent at mountain-biking, I will be happy. The past coupla weeks have been spent going out a bit, getting drunk (a bit), and getting fat(ter) (more than a bit). Which has been good, but it's nice to get back in the swing of things. I recently watched Secret, the Jay Chou vehicle which basically indulges his nostalgia for his old skool and allows him to go on a 90-minute mumble-fest with some not-very-pretty girls. OK so it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, and I was already braced for less-than-Oscar-worthy acting. So it was bearable. But I was reminded of the film Somewhere in Time which I watched for the first time when I was a lot younger. Christopher "underwear-outside" Reeves and Jane Seymour were in that one, along with Christopher Plummer I think. It was a story about how a guy in the modern day became infatuated with an actress from way back, somehow managed to hypnotise himself back to that time, gedditon with her, and then is ripped back to his own time when he reaches into a pocket and pulls out a coin from the future. He then kinda goes bananas for pining and trying to get back to his lurve. Quite sad, emo filem which I enjoyed cuz I think Jane Seymour is the bomb. And Secret reminded me of some of those sentiments, the wistful longing for another age, or rather the booty in another age, and the wish to be able to transcend barriers to be with ones one loves. The Back to the Future trilogy deals with this too, but with cooler cars. I also recently read "Tuesdays with Morrie" despite the pure and utter scorn FF poured on it and me when she found out I had (gasp.shock.horror) purchased a copy last week. It was a pretty sweet book, nothing revolutionary from a literary or philosophical standpoint, but what struck me was the relationship a teacher like Morrie, a really good, honest, sincere, fearless individual, could strike up with his students, and the lives he could touch with his own love. Nice lah... And to FF, being nice doesn't mean you will stop being intellectual and interesting, but it might mean you have to let go of that intellectual snobbery. That's a big turn-off. Stops you from learning things too, if you look down on stuff. And isn't learning what makes life cool? And interesting even? I'm one to talk though. Had a mega shouting match with mum just now in which she accused me, among other things, of scoffing at her views and perspectives in a bitchy bratty way. I retaliated and said I felt she marginalised my attempts to connect with her intellectually and share things and books I found interesting. She then bollocked me for insinuating that I would be able to find an apple in the fridge unassisted. We then had a really good talk about things in general. And aside from the sore throats, that was a pretty good afternoon. Although I think the neighbours must suspect we are truly nuts. I managed a run and a bike ride as well today, even though the hamstrings are screaming from my first over-enthusiastic yoga experience on Sunday. All in all, not a bad start to the new year. Bit of reflection, some shouting, slight sweating and lotsa TV. Happy 2008 everyone.
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