Life’s interesting because…

Not everything makes sense.

San Franciso messangers boys, on fixed gear road bikes. Beautiful video.

Bikers are kings of the roads… no need for stoplights!

Pakour

Welcome to the world of Pakour, the cheapest form of extreme sports, with no less adrenalin rush. I’ld say, it is the most poetic form of any sports, and it does show what we are capable of. If you have trouble walking up a flight of stairs, something must be wrong.

Wind in your face, without petrol.

You’re out in the wilderness, you stop and listen, listen to the sound of the rustling trees and the occasional song bird calling out to you, almost as if it knew you love him sing. ANd then, that familiar cool air only a forest could bring, and together with it, the smell of life, the smell of the trees, the smell of rotting leaves. That moment itself should belong to us, its ours to keep but sadly, as the city engulfs what little forest’s left, such moments are few and far between.

I chose to stay for a while, and escape the urban life. I touch the soil, and taste the earth, its a sensory overload, in a subtle way. So finally, I could do this again. FInally, I’ve returned to mountain biking, where adrenalin comes with a satisfying dose of nature. Last week I bought a mountain bike after 7 years of not riding one… it was a familiar feeling to feel the wind caress your face, and that constant buffeting you hear. What a beautiful sensation… to be able to ride and smile.

Japan’s Wonder Toy

If you havent already seen Top Gear’s review of the new Nissan Skyline GTR, then you must be too busy doing the less important things in life. I’ll do you a favour, and post it here for you to see.

Skyline beats Bullet Train. Entertaining.

and then it beats the rest of the world

The new Skyline is strange. Twice the weight of a Nissan Micra, yet faster around the track than almost any road car you could imagine. Yes, faster than almost all the Ferrari’s ever made, faster than all the road going Porsches ever made, and the next fastest thing would be to teleport. Yet, it has 4 proper seats (almost), and a boot so you could drive it to the market. And the best part of it all, is, it is a Nissan, which means it will never fail to start every single time.

Sunday Morning

I woke up feeling like how a typical Sunday Morning feels - Glorious sunshine,a quiet house, and no plans for the day. Ahh… so relaxed.

And then, I went online looking for a bicycle. Now that my car is gone, I need my dose of adrenalin, and its back to 2 wheels for me now. I cant wait to get back into the trails, and get lost in the woods again. Its a magical feeling surrounded by real, unrestrained forest, where the crickets still sing and the air smells like earth.

And then, here’s one current favorite song, by Jason Mraz, Lucky.

All Good Things (Come to an End).

Nelly Furtado – All Good Things (Come to an End)

I listen to this on my way home in the train, and the couple in front of me was having a good time exchanging kisses. I mean, I love this song, has a catchy tune, but do All Good Things really come to an end ?

I dont think so. I wont let it.

Now, I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to use you
just to have somebody by my side.
And I don't want to hate you,
I don't want to take you, but I don't want to be the one to cry. 

And that don't really matter to anyone anymore.
But like a fool I keep losing my place
and I keep seeing you walk through that door. 

(Chorus) 

But there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust.
There's a reason why people don't stay where they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just aint enough. 

Now, I could never change you, I don't want to blame you.
Baby, you don't have to take the fall.
Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you.
Maybe I just want to have it all. 

It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain.
And like a fool who will never see the truth,
I keep thinking something's gonna change. 

(Chorus) 

And there's no way home, when it's late at night and you're all alone.
Are there things that you wanted to say?
And do you feel me beside you in your bed,
there beside you, where I used to lay? 

And there's a danger in loving somebody too much,
and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch.
There's a reason why people don't stay who they are.
Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough. 

Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough.

Life is not fair

Today, is my cousin’s birthday. She is just 27 years old, and married to a wonderful husband who happen to have bottomless pocket. I went to her birthday lunch party this afternoon, nothing really special, just buffet at the Gallery Hotel, fully paid for of course. And, guess what. When she was cutting the birthday cake, her husband gave her a key! It says Honda on it…. !

Who in the right mind gives a car for a birthday ? Thats beyond love, thats just crazy. And she has to find it in the hotel carpark. So off she went with much excitement….. and guess what ? The Honda key is fake, and the real present is the $280K Audi Q7, the flagship 4WD for soccer mums. It even comes with a matching number plate with the same number as her hubby’s bimmer.

Life is not fair. I’m happy for her.

Love is Relative

If you read my previous posts on how I rant much about my Toyota Yaris, you would have known that I love it. Its beautiful, and after 1 year and 3 months, I still take twenty three looks at it after I park. And the way it goes round corners would embarass just about any car you see on the road. I love it so much, I’m willing to part $1200 a month, and not drive it for 5 days in a week.

And guess what, 2 hours ago, I walked into a dealership and told him it’s his, if he could give me $40K for my baby. He couldn’t, but still I gave it to him for $39,8K. Thats a lost of $10K in just 1yr and 3months, which is why, you should never buy a car in Singapore, unless you are a petrol head, or if you are just plain lazy. So for now, its back to the world of jammed packed public transportation where everyone stands closer to you then your girlfriend does.

The thing is, love is relative. I love the Yaris, but I love money too. I love being able to go for holidays, and I love the freedom of not worrying if I have enough money in my account for my monthly installments. Not having the Yaris, means I could have a rather enjoyable holiday to Japan once in 2 months, or I could just buy 20 pairs of Levi’s jeans in a month, and still be as well off.

I love the Yaris, but not enough for me to keep it. All decisions are made after your head and your heart sits down over a cup of coffee. Those are wise decisions. Decisions get screwed up, only if they dont sit down for that cup of coffee, or if one of them jumps the gun. I guess, this time, my heart gave in, for once. That is okay, because, really, to be honest, … the whole truth is, the Yaris really isnt that much fun. It goes round corners like a fighter jet, but… on the straights, it is embarassingly asthmatic. And it is a matic, which means I have to derive pleasure, stirring an electronic box, which is just about as satisfying as those buttons on your playstation, maybe less. If my car was a Civic Type R, my head will not stand a chance.

So, on Wednesday, the dealer is gonna pick up the car from me, and then, I’ll say goodbye for good. I know I’m not gonna cry over a cutsey Yaris, I just know…………. . Or… would i ? I’ll tell u on wednesday.

Beautiful Mess

Manila was good to me once again. The skies held up till the moment I step in the plane, and the Peninsular upgraded me to a deluxe suite. And I got to eat the best lunch ever.

Beautiful Mess; Jason Mraz . Ugly video I know… only one avail.

You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy,
Humble but you're greedy
Based on your body language,
your shouted cursive I've been reading
You're style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
Well I guess it just suggests
that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is
It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve you can call it fiction
'Cause I like being submerged in your contradictions dear
'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy,
Depending on how you take these
Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And it's a beautiful mess, yes it is
It's like, we are picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt
Cause here, here we are, Here we are
Here we are [x7]