A Blue Monday

Camwhoring in a whole new dimension.

I haven't been able to sleep well since my 5-hour-in-the-middle-of-the-day-nap which I took shortly after I returned home from the masters swimming event @ CBC. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and the company I had during the entire duration of the event. I got to meet some really cool people, my "swim-mates" for the event and myself much better.

I last swam competitively approximately 7 years ago (Nat'l inter-schools to be exact) and participating in an event as such certainly evoked some nostalgia. The race management wasn't too bad and the atmosphere for the event was rather laid back (Though there were individuals who were there to clock in some serious times...).

That aside... with the two paragraphs above merely serving as a short explanation with regards to the pic above... school has been coming along really fine. Today was a darn long day for me with 6 hours of consecutive lessons. French Lect, EU Tutorial and SS1201 Tutorial... all non-napping classes. Coupled with my inadequate sleep the night/morning before, the day passed really slowly and painfully. On a lighter note however, I must mention here that my class/tutorial mates are pretty cool and the level of discussion which went on in all three classes did dull the painful headaches for me. SS1201 in particular surprised me as I honestly didn't expect my lecturer to probe so much into the answer raised. Really interesting tutorial I must add.

I am going to take a quick nap before deciding whether I should head down to the pool for a swim in a bit :) Au revoir!

New Day, New Discoveries

I can't seem to recall where the above phrase came on but I am pretty sure it was introduced to me during those joyous years in RI. I had a terrific day today. I succeeded in finally assembling my "steed" after three whole weeks of procrastination. The bike has been sent in for servicing and I am expecting to get it back sometime this coming week. After dropping the bike off at Passione, I headed to SRC pool where I met up with the rest of my hall-mates for my hall's Inter-Block games Swimming meet. The relays were pretty fun and I must admit I quite enjoyed my time chilling by the poolside. However, Jon did point out something Coach Tay pointed out the night before. It seems that my breast-stroke needs some serious overall... haha... Well... I guess that just means I am up for more pain ahead :)

After the swim, Jon, Nic, Xiuqing and I decided to chug down to Haji Lane to check out WC's new store. After a pit-stop at Holland V for some Provence and Starbucks, we were on our way to Beach Road. Parking, just a thought I kinda figured I should share, was damn bloody difficult and I'd strongly recommend parking in Bugis Junction before walking over or just taking a bus down.

WC's new shop, "the blogshop", is located along Haji Lane. I must admit that the interior decor and the store concept is really impressive. The 4 of us enjoyed ourselves very much just milling over the stuff in the shop and browsing through the flea market along the street too. That... kinda sums up a wondrous afternoon with good friends :)

I drove Dad out for dinner after Micheal's Munich Concert (Which... was on Channel 5. Nothing beats a simple dinner with great company and my dad makes pretty awesome company :)

Tomorrow marks my participation in my inaugural Masters' Swimming competition under my new club... I am pretty excited about that too!! Do forgive me for tonight's rather himbotic post... We'll discuss about the Hungarian President's rather rude intrusion into Romanian cultural sovereignty tomorrow :)

New Tenants

It was only a matter of time... :)

Updates: I kinda realized the air pump supplying air to the NANO tank is way too powerful for the poor fishes. Xiuqing pointed out how the Yellow Shrimp in the tank were being swept up and spun around the tank much to their discomfort. The tank looks like its stabilizing but there are a number of worrying points.

• The ball of moss seems to be jetting around the tank bringing with it 6 scared yellow shrimps
  
• One Yellow Shrimp has already died from being spun around one time too many
• The Bumblebee goby doesn't seem to be receiving any food as the other fish are just too fast
• One of the runny nose Tetras's has a massive bruise on its dorsal area as it decided to catapult itself out of the tank.
• The water continues to remain chalky despite 12 hours passing by.
• The Pale Fighting Fish doesn't look too well either...
  

I hope to rectify all these problems soon :(

Updates #2: The Aquarium is doing really well now. The water in the aquarium has cleared up considerably. The fishes look to be stabilizing and are looking less restless now. The bruise on the Tetra which leaped out of the tank is looking really bad and I hope the fish doesn't die too soon. I have switched off the main air pump and the fish seem to be doing much better. I don't see the fish coming to the surface to take in air so I guess the oxygen content in the water is still reasonably high :) On a sad note, 6 out of 7 of the shrimp have since died and I have no idea at all how they died... Oxygen? Constant bullying by the bumblebee goby...? oh well...

Final Update for this post: One of my Harlequins just dislocated its jaw... and there wasn't much I could do for a fish that size. I think it most probably had something to do with the size of the pellets I am feeding them... I dug out a short forum article on this sort of injuries. Article as follows:

Probably the most common cause is overbite on solid objects like gravel leading to dislocation, muscular torsion jams the jaw shut, or a muscle snaps and the jaw hangs open.I guess the plan with gravel then is for it to be too fine to get jammed in the fishs gob, or way too big.

For cichlids the commonest cause is probably liplocking ending in jaw injury, though big oscars have been known to get rocks stuck or misjudge the solidity of a shrimp etc. Usually its a feeding or fighting related injury for most fish. Hexamita in cichlids often causes jaw weakness, it can eat through a fishs face generally, and if the jaw is affected its "crack" and its done.

Personally had to euthanise an oscar given to me in that condition that had that exact problem, also seen koi and goldies with broken jaws from biting down on gravels, and I managed to pull a piece of glass out of a dempsey with a jaw gone on one side that actually came off a broken tank heater. Glass is hell in fishtanks.

Lots of accidents really, nipping attempts when the victim accelerates away, impact with aquarium glass or decor when panicking, usually just damn bad luck.

Of course there are also there are numerous necrotising bacteria and fungi that may attack jaw muscle, staphylococcus is a classic, and sometimes a fish might be a little nutrient depleted thanks to protozoa or other parasites, they can affect the way bones and muscle are formed.

Sometimes its long term malnutrition, basically sufferring from the fish equivalent of a dietarily inflicted osteoporosis and making a break more likely, though perhaps this is the rarest option, unless the feeding has been with the cheapest of cheap flakes and totally monotypic feeding.Its actually more common with herbivores rather than omnivores, though carnivores given nothing more than muscle meat might not be getting enough calcium.

Fish with hexamita and mycobacterium are many times more likely to break bones than healthy fish, the jaw is just perhaps one of the structures most likely to break. Sometimes those daft cichlid owners who dont treat for hexamita and just use UV to subdue symptoms find that no matter what they feed the fish they cant stop the protozoa stripping calcium out of the bones in the head, and despite no external visible pits or lateral line erosion being visible, one day the jaw just snaps, or a portion of the head collapses.

Trouble is, once its done its done, there isnt usually a great deal you can do about it.

Anyway, there are a couple of stuff I'd like to sort out with regards to the tank before the week is up and the list is as follows:

1. Replace the missing shrimps with a sturdier, cheaper variety
2. Purchase Fish flakes instead of pellets for the fishes
3. Get a netting to cover the top of my tank to prevent the little buggers from jumping out
4. Replace the Runny-Nose Tetra and the Harlequin... I might get 2 Tetras instead... they seem to enjoy each other's company more :)
5. Get a fridge soon so I can start storing bloodworms :P

That should be it!! HAHA Alrighty back to work!!

Midnight Entry

Yes... The photo right at the top of my blog (where the header is) was taken BY me... on an I-phone... at the Pantheon... in Rome :) My new found pets (taken above...) are doing really well and I am still considering whether I should do another tank up... you know to keep me occupied in hall... :) Works' coming along pretty fine I guess and so far school has been treating me rather well. I am slacking a bit too much where my fitness is concerned and I should probably up the tempo by this weekend. :( Goodbye fatty food! I am going to miss you... Random thought here... but I think certain European countries are worth visiting a second time...

Room Mates!

Leonardo DeGaulle and Gordan are in the house!

Incessant Blogging

I should probably stop this. Its doing my CAP not much good.

My Sexual Prowess :)

I was probably the only one that day that got away with this shot :) No hard feelings to the Florentines... Great Tower by the way :P I am going to get back to my PS2237 reading... Till the next entry!

Insomnia... Part 2

I was rudely awaken by a moth in my face. An ugly powdery moth. The moth ceased to exist 2 minutes ago after I decided to gas it. It took a while for me to actually get to bed, only to be rudely awaken by that insect. I think it was the coffee before I lay down which is keeping me awake. Or it could be the upsized Mc Spicy meal that I had at 2 a.m. Either way... I ain't sleeping yet. I decided to upload more pics of me in Europe on Facebook. The tagging... and uploading... *Yawnz*... brings back memories :) Nights. 

Wednesday Updates

Wednesday went rather well I must say. I'd divide the day into two parts; the good part and the bad part. Now, I was really fortunate to be allocated more good parts than bad parts yesterday. In fact, there was only a single component of my day which didn't go too well... that being the component (6-7.30). Component (6-7.30) consisted of a 12 km run... a rather simple no-frills 12 km run. Whilst I was doing that I-thought-it-would-be-no-kick-12 km run, I kinda start feeling lethargic and took it upon myself to run the 10 km route instead. Somewhere between the 6-7 km mark, the sharp pain which I had after the ironman race a month back came back... and that pretty much ruined the rest of the run for me. Anyway, I'll most probably need to get someone to look at it before I end up crippled or something along those lines for the rest of my life. Other than the rather painful fun with great companions, the rest of the day went pretty well. French classes are coming along really fine and I think I am on track for most of my other lessons. I think... We later had this awesome-possum chocolate fondue party at the top of Blk D. What started out as a continuation of the Munich Dinner/ Biathlon gathering turned out into a rather enjoyable meet-up and chillax session for the Blk D peeps. This kinda scares me... but I think I actually enjoyed it... but then again I could always attribute that wondrous feeling to the good German Beer which sang its swan song last night... I doubt YH has any left. :( The meeting at 11 went really well too and I am glad that the hall and us could come to an amicable resolution. It was only through last night's meet-up did I find new found hope and respect for my hall and its beliefs. Its about 2.30 pm already and I should probably proceed to getting some work done before my next lecture. Till the next entry :)

Ironman Zurich 2009: My Story

This is about a month overdue but with the long trip that came after and the hectic week that just passed... there wasn't really much I could do or blog about. I was supposed to be at the pool this morning but I couldn't seem to get myself out of bed. I was up pretty late last night writing my "account" of the TH saga that is currently unfolding. Sorry Jon... I tried to wake up... I honestly did :) Anyway, before I commence on my readings or any of that other crap I am supposed to do before sunset today, I decided that I would like to write about my inaugural Ironman experience in Zurich a month back.

When Jiajie first proposed the idea of completing our first Ironman before the year is out, I told him to get a life and stop dreaming. We were only just noobs in the wonderful world of Triathlon and my only dream thus far was doing a BP in the Half-Ironman category. Completing an Ironman is for most a natural progression from the Half Ironman races. However, training for one is whole different ball-game altogether. Anyway, JJ successfully talked me into it. Norms, Melvin and Nic soon got won over by the very idea that we would be "Ironmen" in every sense of the word by the start of our third semester. 

Ask any endurance athlete out there and they'll tell you that most of the fun (and pain...) lies in training for the event. The event itself serves, in my humble opinion, as a mere "epilogue" to the journey and the events leading up to it. My story and experience isn't any different. Sure enough, there were times when tempers flew, bikes crashed and friendships were tested. But nobody mentioned that the journey would be smooth sailing all the time right? 

Time flies and before either of us knew what was going on, school was out and viola, the 5 of us stood staring, mouth agape at the clear, icy waters of Zurich-see. I remembered looking at the vast lake and just telling myself... crap the water is cold... damn freaking cold...

The calm before the storm

"The Island" is where we'd be running out of the water and back in again for our 2nd swim leg

The 5 of us before the bike check-in

The couple of days between touching down in Zurich and that Sunday morning which will remain in my mind for a long time to come passed by like a blur. We had so many things to do in so little time. Setting up the bike, figuring out the competition route, prepping for the return journey of the bike boxes... 

Before long, the 12th of July dawned before us. We arose really early that day and headed down to wait for the cabs which Michelle's aunt had so kindly booked for us the night before. One of the cabs came really late and that did worry us quite a bit. Xiu Qiung was pretty darn amazing with her German prowess and very soon we were on our merry way to the race site. (She talked us out of a fare surcharge too...)

Me late and changing out into my race attire

Last minute tweaks to the bike

Team Singapore! (Half of it anyway...)

Holding area on the beach 

I shall skip the dreadfully boring parts about me changing out, forgetting to bring my sunglasses, queueing for a ridiculously long time at the washroom etc. After changing out and running through my pre-race rituals, we took one last photograph with the National flag and made our way to the beach. The walk there took forever and the 5 of us occupied ourselves with prayers, race plans and nervous laughter. We gathered at the beach front where we had our final race briefing and last photos taken of us. By then, I was trembling with excitement and despite my somewhat calm appearance, I was a nervous wreck inside. This was a 13 hour race where almost anything could go wrong. I just hoped my training would pay off. 

As soon as the 5 minute to race bell sounded, all the competitors proceeded to make our way through the water to the start-line. The 5 of us held back and decided to stay towards the right hand side of the course. We simply didn't want to be in the way of others when the gun goes off. I vaguely remember screaming out to JJ and Nic as the gun went off, "Damn it! I can't believe I am actually doing it!." Nic laughed and JJ shouted back too, unable to contain his glee :). Melvin broke off first and made his way through the crowd of swimmers towards the front. JJ stayed with Norms and Nic and I paired off as we swam onwards. To our pleasant surprise, the 2200 people, or at least the ones around us, were rather polite. There wasn't much shoving, pushing or grabbing going about. Everybody did their own stuff and swam their own race. The swim was rather uneventful. The water was cold, really cold however visibility was pretty good. Nic and I kept in touch through diving hand signals and I am really glad to have someone stick by me through the otherwise really lonely 3.8 km swim.

Swimming out to the start point

Me going at it on my bike

Norms and I making our way to the end

After completing the two arduous loops, Nic and I got out and made our way to the transition area. We changed out and I decided to don my cycling jersey over my tri-gear. We took a really long time during the transition cause the intent was to wait for Norms and JJ before heading out on the bike leg. JJ and Norms appeared after a while and as the 2 of them wanted to use the washroom before heading out on to the course, Nic and I decided to make a move first. The initial stage of the bike leg was really goo. The crowd was screaming as the cyclist made their way out of the transition area and zoomed off into the unknowns. I knew that the first 30 km of the bike leg would be pretty good, however the remaining 60 km of the 90 km loop will be quite a challenge. I managed to stay with Nic all the way till the foot of "The Beast". I wanted to take a longer break before making my ascent so Nic and I parted ways there. 

The climb up this Hill was really painful. I hadn't done much hill training was paying for that right then. My ascent was mightily slow but the awesome energy of the crowd coupled with the beautiful scenery made all that pain worthwhile. I can't put down in words really just awesome the entire bike leg was. Sure, there were painful bits but the ride was largely just one giant awesome experience. 

The weather was really good too. The extra clothing was crucial for me and I hate to think how the race might have turned out had I not brought the clothes along. As it is, I did forget to pack my sunglasses into my race bag that morning and the cold weather and dry air did cause my eyes to smart. I have to admit... that was a good lesson to be more careful the next time I pack my racing attire.  Anyway, the intermittent rain did help moisten the air and the smarting stopped after a while. 

JJ and Norms soon caught up with me and the three of us chugged along the race course together. The three of us wore the same OCBC cycling jersey and that helped the crowd "recognized" the Singapore group:) Without a doubt, all 5 of us would agree that that ride that morning along the streets and country side of Zurich would be a ride for us to remember in a long time to come. 

Returning after the bike leg

Norms and I starting out on the run

As with all good thing, the 180 km bike ride soon drew to an end. By this time, JJ had too broken off and sped ahead. Norms and I entered the transition area together and returned out bikes. Norms transited pretty fast whilst I stayed behind for a bit just to loosen up and down a Power Bar. I remember Lemin and Xiu Qing cheering me on as I left the transition area to begin my assault on the run leg. The support from the crowd and more importantly from my friends and family members was what kept me going. I met up with Norms and JJ pretty early during the run leg. We agreed that we'd be keeping rather different paces and it would be best for us to split up and do our runs on our own. 

Meeting my parents along the run; giving my dad a hi-5

The run went really well for me that day. The weather was excellent and I was in really good spirits. I stuck pretty firmly to my race plan. Run at a steady pace, hydrate at every station, and maintain my pre determined paces for the different sections of my run leg. I did start out the run with my pockets loaded with race gels and all but I realized that the aid stations and water points more than adequately covered my race nutritional needs. I abandoned my powergels the next time I crossed the transition area in favour of the really nice tasting stuff handed out at the aid stations. I kept keeping that image of me crossing the finishing line in good time on my head as I ran along the route. There were numerous times where I felt like slowing down or taking a short break, but I just told myself to hold on... as Nic can testify... "head to that lampost 20 metres down". The run is nothing but a mental game and all you have to do is to trick yourself into giving that little bit more. 

I managed to meet up with Nic sometime later on the run course and that gave me the added incentive to run much better. By then, we were somewhere along the 30 plus km mark, I think, and I was starting to get a bit fatigued mentally. Running with Nic most definitely kept my morale high. We chatted a bit and kept each other going. At the 38 (not too sure here...) km mark, Nic told me to go ahead and try and go below the 14 hour mark. I was a bit hesitant at first but after much encouragement, I decided to run off and make that time. I vaguely remember keeping my eye on the main clock tower in Zurich and running hard like there were no tomorrow. The thundering applause and the surge in the number of people by the streets indicated to me that I was near the end. As I entered the finish area, I took the flag from Lemin and jogged through the crowd and onto the final 5om stretch. The cheering crowd, the announcing of my name as I entered the area, my parents cheering me on as I ran past... Words fail to do justice to the whole experience. 

As I crossed the finishing line, I could feel the surge of adrenaline come to an end. What surged next was the rush of pain from my legs to my head. I kinda folded and dropped to my knees in what we would define as agony. My mum would later tell me that when she witnessed me going down on my knees, all she did was turn to my dad and ask him since when had I become so religious. On hind sight... I think it did look like I was praying. I think most Ironmen, when they kneel at the end of that long race, do it out of pain rather that piety :) Just an opinion here. 

Finishing moment

I always wanted to have a medal worthy of this pic. I kinda guess an Ironman medal would now make the cut:)

Being helped out after my silent "prayer"

Loved ones (Lest my Dad)

The best family one could ever ask for.

In conclusion, the race was just one super-duper awesome life-changing experience that I would never trade for anything in the world. There's a lot of stuff I want to write about the race in this post but I can't seem to decide which of it should go up and which shouldn't... anyway it was an such an awesome experience and I don't think a post would justify it... so just take my word for it... Till the next race! :P

 

Insomnia

I am still wide awake at 4...

Sports Item For Sale

I have managed to secure a couple of race gear during one of my overseas races in Europe. The items are as follows:

1.) ORCA race belts: High quality and durable races to help secure those winning numbers on you regardless of race distance. Price: S$10.00

2.) ORCA Visors: White, sleek looking Visors to keep the sun out of your eyes during those long hard runs. Price: S$25.00

3.) OAKLEY M-Frame Cases: Going at about S$75.00 in Singapore, these cases come complete with a foam slits (and slots for other lenses) and support to ensure those sunglasses will never go out of shape again. Price: S$55.00

I am a pretty approachable dude so feel free to drop me a mail: jasonyip_178099@hotmail.com should you have any queries. 

Game On.

The problem with some institutions is that they think they can get away with anything. That's a rather significant issue that I'd like to rectify in time to come. 

Snap back to reality... Oops there goes gravity...

Its National Day. 9th August. Day 1 in Singapore after a month long break halfway across the world. School, Moving back into hall, unpacking, re-packing and tons of other errands. Its amazing what a one month trip with good friends across the world, trekking from city to city and experiencing a whole host of new cultures can do to one's opinion of his own life. Everything becomes... rather insignificant; rather unimportant in comparison to what one could do in that bigger pond out there. Till the next trip (Nov isn't too long a wait I think...). Back to the packing.

White Cliffs of Dover

While the other 3 are out on their last night in London, I shall relax in the hotel and log in another entry before I retire for the night. On the 2nd day in London, the 4 of us decided to make an out of town trip to dover to check out the much talked about white cliffs. Man... were we in for a treat. The town of Dover is really quaint with nice shops lining beautifully laid out cobblestone paths and all. However, what really took our breaths away was the endless stretch of chalky white cliffs against the crystal blue waters of the English Channel. That in addition to the fresh sea breeze and that crisp sea water-ish smell... amazing.

The beach below which would be the backdrop of our most exciting adventure yet...

Us on our way to another viewing point

Another view of the cliffs; Norman taking another shot at the cliffs

Anyway, I decided to throw in this song I found about the white cliffs written during the second world war. The white cliffs have apparently inspired numerous poets and songwriters to produce some of their finest works (I think... I would be pretty damn inspired too if I knew how to string words to a tune...)

The white cliffs of Dover

Vera Lynn

The white cliffs of Dover

Tomorrow 

Just you wait and see

I'll never forget the people I met

Braving those angry skies

I remember well as the shadows fell

The light of hope in their eyes

And though I'm far away

I still can hear them say

Bombs up...

But when the dawn comes up

There'll be bluebirds over

The white cliffs of Dover

Tomorrow

Just you wait and see

There'll be love and laughter

And peace ever after

Tomorrow

When the world is free

The shepherd will tend his sheep

The valley will bloom again

And Jimmy will go to sleep

In his own little room again

There'll be bluebirds over

The white cliffs of Dover

Tomorrow

Just you wait and see

There'll be bluebirds over

The white cliffs of Dover

Tomorrow

Just you wait and see...

Me against the scenic backdrop

Now for the exciting bit. What happened next was that the bunch of us decided to head to the rocky beach below to check out how its like down there. The plan was to hit the beach and then make our way across the rocky beach before exiting near the small residential area we had passed by on the way to the cliffs and making our way back to town and the railway station. We trudged down the rather long, winding path as it brought us down to the rocky beach. We checked out two really cool WWII pill boxes which once guarded the English coast against the beaches of occupied France. After a couple of pics and exploration, Norms, Melvin and I decided to continue on our trek towards the "residential area." JJ, being the cautious one, made his way back up the slope and towards town the same way in which we came by. 

the winding path to... the beach

As we trudged across the huge boulders and really slippery, moss covered ground, we realized the journey across the beach wasn't going to be a walk in the park as we expected. Not to mention the fact that the tide was rising really fast and that if we didn't make our way out of there... we would pretty much have been trapped between the icy cold waters of the English Channel and the jagged limestone rocks of the Dover cliffs. After about another 30-40 minutes of climbing, bouldering and crawling, we finally made it to the stairs which led to... a gated walkway. We had failed to take into account the Dover port which occupied the beach front between that little town and the cliffs. Norman contemplated climbing over the barbed wire and cat-walking across the ledge before making a break for it across the port (A very Normanish idea one might say...) Upon further and more sensible discussion, we decided to use the emergency phone to call for assistance. 

We made the call to the Dover port police and explained our predicament to them. They were really nice and the copper on the line told me that she could see us from the cameras at the gate and had already informed the police on patrol to head by and pick us up. We hung up and decided to take some "Victory" shots (in Norman's camera) whilst waiting for the cops to get us. 

The two policemen who came by to pick us up were really intimidating at first and the three of us were really freaked out by them. It didn't help that Melvin and I (as pictured below...) had to take a ride in the temporary holding area at the back of the van on our way out. 

The two cops did give us a warning and told us that what we did wasn't really smart and that the rising tide would have posed a real danger had we began our trek slightly later. We apologized for the inconvenience and, with Norms in the back seat chatting with the two cops, began to make our way out of the port. The two cops were kind enough to give us a ride all the way back to the town centre, which would have taken us quite a while to walk back to.

We had some really awesome fish and chips before boarding the 7 plus train back to London. :) Some experiences... money just can't buy :) 

the treacherous beach

Prisoner 1

the view from behind

prisoner 2; with the distant gaze...

One more day till my reality gets thrown back at me :(

Natural History Museum of London and Madam Tussad's

Again, a picture speaks a thousand words... yet... those thousand words and the crappy pictures I take on my 2 MPEG Iphone fail to do justice to the awesome experience I had at the London Natural History Museum (I spent... 4 hours in there...) and Madam Tussad's. 

Had a run in with some bloke, his wife and kid at Tussad's but I am glad it didn't ruin the wonderful day out. I had intended to slot in another place of interest but the long duration of time spent at the museum quite simply didn't allow for me to do so. 

Anyway, enjoy the pics!!

Till the next entry :)

Action always speaks louder than words

I arrived in Liverpool about 6 hours ago, after an hour's train ride from Manchester. The journey here was rather uneventful, lest the thrilling 6-7 rounds of bridge that we had whilst we slacked on the train. Our hotel here in liverpool is about a 5 minutes walk from Liverpool Central Rail. We arrived at about half past 5 and after the late check in, stoning around and quick toilet break, we didn't have much time to do much except to walk the already emptying streets of Liverpool. 

I must say that Liverpool certainly doesn't have the hustle and bustle of Manchester but it still is a really beautiful place to be in. 

Anyway, JJ headed out to Anfield to check out his beloved stadium (which I too won't be going to...) whilst Norms, Melvin and I headed back to the hotel, after a lovely walk round the city centre and the river side to chill out and get some drinks (PS: Beer is really cheap here... and I have been improving my drinking skills quite a bit...). I am now sitting at the lounge, with two bottles of beer (Leffe... belgium brand I think..) reading and blogging... quite the life I must say hahaha... 

This trip has given me the opportunity to see the world through my own eyes for what it is. I have seen the cities I once read about only off the internets and experienced cultures and environments I only experienced before through the words of others. One month isn't a long time to make such noble declarations, that I have to clarify, but it is enough to open my mind up to a whole new world around me. I have had the opportunity to rethink my direction in life and the path I intend to take in time to come. Though nothing is really definite yet, the path is certainly better lit now. Those little goals and trivial aspirations I once had not too long ago are now a thing of the past. There's so much more out there, outside the perimeters of our perfect little red dot and now that I know what I am up against... I am ready to take up the challenge and embark on that journey of a lifetime which I once thought I had started 2 years back. I missed out a lot by not opting for an overseas education but I am glad I realized that now and not in 3 years to come. Actions speak louder than words and I guess whatever I say now doesn't mean much lest I make them happen in the near future to come. 

Action and Words. An event at the recently concluded Roma 2009 Fina World Swimming Championships best encapsulates the metaphor. The showdown between Cavic and Phelps. It might come across as just another epic tale in the world of Swimming but I feel that there is so much more embedded in that experience than just another footnote in the chronicles of World Swimming Championships. I learnt from it the importance of discipline, determination, being focused and most importantly humility. 

Less talk, More Action. Less distraction, more focus. Less play, more work. Those are the values I am going to start inculcating in my life hence forth. 

Me in a hole in Castle Saint Angelo

Me in Munich Town Centre

Me with the famous statue of archangel Michael at St Angelo

Pazza Nova in Rome

Colosseum photo-shoot