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new york i love u, but u’re bringing me down: part 1

Thought I should sum up my first 2 days in NYC just for record:

That’s Andrew, my friend from secondary school. He’s obsessed with the burritoes at Burritoville. YES, that is HIS iPhone. This was just after I reached the city and met him.

That’s me the next morning, I’m on an actual NYC fire escape! Really right outside the window. Its bloody cold out though.

Bit of obligatory camwhore while Andrew does his errands.

Very not bad Chinese restaurant near Broadway. The waitress very cute. Supposed to go Brooklyn for a gig after that but I wasn’t feeling too good so slept the rest of the day away. Meanwhile, 13 hours ahead and half the world away, 50% of my friends were at Zouk Out. Happening sial.

i’m in new york, bitches!

After a goddam 16 hour flight that is. Also, I think I’m falling sick. Just popped a Panadol just in case.

Am blogging from my friend Andrew’s place, just had a massive burrito for dinner. They make ’em big here. He’s showing me round town tomorrow. Should be fun!

sleepless in bangkok

Not really lah, actually I’m damn bloody tired. Got 7 hours to go before my flight. Adium’s not connecting at all, so I’m on, which I hate.

To sleep or not to sleep. I went to the Thai Royal Silk Lounge hoping to look pathetic enough, but no go. The nice lady offered to book me a hotel room but that costs money, so screw that.

And then I found a nice bright corner with power outlets so I can do something on my notebook, but then I realise I left my freaking travel adaptor in my check-in luggage. Shit. So…

Behold, my 3rd travel adaptor in as many days. The first was my brother’s, which is all loose and non-connecty, the 2nd is buried deep within the bowels of this airport, and the third is now dutifully drawing Thai electricity and fueling this blogpost as well as my MSN chat with Willy.

WTF’m I gonna do for til freaking 8am? And it’s another 18 hours on the plane after that. I scoped out some cushioned seats but maybe I should just endure so I can sleep on the plane.

Dammit, New York is so goddam far.


Ok, I’m getting too good at this endurance thing. I’ve only somewhat over an hour to go before boarding. Watched Made In England on my notebook for a couple hours – good stuff. Eventually found a soft (although not very comfortable) chair and lolled about in a half-daze for 3 hours, got up and cashed in my breakfast voucher (cos of the flight delay) for a hot tea and slice of pizza. Feeling close to human again. Lets see if I still feel like that after the 18 hour long bloody haul.

See you in New York, bitches.

off to bkk, then nyc

I’m typing this just outside Gate 34 at Changi Terminal 1. Thanks to Sky for giving me a much-appreciated ride. Got a short jaunt to BKK coming up, then a bloody 10 hour wait before my next flight brings me to JFK.

It’s kinda depressing traveling alone, but also kinda exhilarating.

Updates in a bit, it’s boarding time. Right after my precautionary pee.

四人遊 – 方大同ft.薛凱琪

This is my new jam. I heart Fiona.

Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon

Took me an excruciating 8 hours and 5 minutes, but I finished the bastard.

Now that I’m feeling a bit more human – and also cos Willy’s pointing here – I’ll go into a little more detail bout my Sunday morning.

So obviously I oversleep, only waking up at 4:45 when I get Willy’s call, I miraculously get my shit together, hop in a cab and make to Suntec to meet Jason at 520 and we make to the start line just in time. Did a bit of stretching, wasn’t that worried cos was planning to rest and stretch anyway. And then we’re off and the both of us wave to our boss, Mr Tharman Shanmugaratnam along the way.

Now before I go any further, I have to confess; I stopped training like 2 months before. Why? Cos I’m a lazy bastard, that’s why. The last run I did was some indeterminate distance around the Botanic Gardens with Jason, and it felt pretty good, so I slacked off. Big time. So keep in mind, the last actual run I did was 15km. And now I’m gunning for oh say, 42.195km?

Anyways, my wonky left knee start wonking like clockwork at the 5km mark, so I’m fine, just stretch every drinks station, no worries. Just entering Marina South, we see the winner of the race, and that guy can run. He’s literally sprinting with like 30plus km to go. But hey, he’s a pro.

Also at this time, I see a little guy running in a full Spiderman costume.

As usual, my knee gets progressively worse until the 10km point, where I don’t bother telling Jason and I just stretch, so he goes off and does his thing. No problem, got my trusty iPod. So its all fine and dandy, wonky knee but holding up til I reach say bout the 18km mark near Fort Road – this is where the turning point for the half-marathoners is – and I pass the point and suddenly it spreads out to a gaggle of guys just walking, taking it easy. By now, my wonky knees not my biggest concern cos I can feel both my legs cramping entirely. So I turn and look at the half-marathoners…

Cue inner voice: “I think I’ve made a huge mistake.

Essentially, what happens next is that my legs just start cramping worse and worse til I get to about the 21km mark where I pretty much can’t run at all without cramping up entirely. So I walk for stretches and run in spurts before the cramp sets in. But I’m pretty much done for.

Like I said, last run was 15km, so I’m totally not conditioned for these distances. But I was like fine, I’ve got 3 hours left before they supposedly close shop; I usually run 10km in an hour; I can so totally do this. Also, at this point, Jorge Ben comes on the iPod and I’m like grooving, totally suave; I dig Brazilian music; I’m so much cooler than all these other people who are running.

This doesn’t last, and I’m basically walking on near-snapping twigs at the 26km turning point at East Coast. I do the u-turn and its like woohoo! 16 more bloody km. Meanwhile, I’m being overtaken by nonchalantly skipping aunties.

At this point, I’m seriously worried about coming in last, so I start to walk as fast as I can without cramping. I actually see the rear scout behind two old guys taking their time coming the way I came, I guess about 6km behind me, so I’m like Score! No way I’m last now.

I’m like some speedwalker and overtake loads of people coming out of East Coast and back onto Fort Road, and it’s about 8km left, I think. I make it 2km to Kallang when I suddenly realise I’ve switched my legs from flesh to molten fucking lava. I was thinking, wow, nothing, nothing could hurt worse than this. Imagine your thighs as rods of molten lava, that feel like they’re simultaneously melting and snapping, and your knees little suns with the texture of rusted iron, gristling against your joints. It can’t get any worse than that, can it?

It can and it did. It just got just a tad, just a smidgen, just a shade more painful, every bloody step I took. And at this point, I was really taking it




And this maddeningly inexorable burning pain just kept getting turned up and up. At the same time, I’m being toasted well and good by the sun. At this point, I’d given up on the time, but my tan tells me it was probably 12pm. I was well and truly a zombie by now, just taking the occasional 1 minute break, any longer and I wouldn’t be able to stand up. I was taking it 2km at a time, but by then distance meant anymore. 500m or 50km didn’t really register as different at all.

Eventually I shuffle my way to 40km, and I can almost feel the end of the line. Unfortunately I start losing feeling in my hands, and it slowly starts spreading up my arms. I kept contemplating calling for the medic, but the Red Cross kids were just getting their lunch bentos and I thought it might be rude. So I keep plodding, ready to faint at a moment’s notice.

I get to 41km and I’m panting my lungs blue, even though I’m walking at a snail’s pace. Even my head and face’s lost all feeling. Then I see these 3 minibuses pull up, disgorge about 30 runners, who then start making their way down the final 1km stretch. I see the 2 old dudes who were bringing up the rear, now briskly walking in front of me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying its unfair and all. I’m really not into fairplay and all that shit, y’know? I’m just glad I didn’t realise there was an alternative to walking, cos bloody hell, I would’ve flagged that bloody bus down.

In any case, I continue to almost-faint, and gingerly trudge my way past the Esplanade, taking a final breather just under the bridge and walk past the various monuments, remembering to give thumbs-up to the various already finished and very hot women around me. Always thinking of the fans, I am.

So I round the corner and talk to this 50-ish uncle as we walk past the Supreme Court, I’m like dude, this sucks balls. And he’s like, dude, your lips are blue.

So we decide to run the last 20m and the bloody announcer reads my tag and goes, ‘It’s Billy Tan!’

And thats when I finished my marathon. The end.

A-Ha – The Sun Always Shines On TV

This just came up on random on iTunes and I suddenly remember going FREAKING MENTAL at the Loft a couple weeks back when the DJ dropped this. I’m not usually the retro-mambo type, but good times, man. Good times…


Wired recently featured Randall Munroe, creator of my all-time favourite webcomic – possibly comic –

The strip is just one out of fifty bazillion geeky webcomics out there, what with the impenetrable coding in-jokes funny only to actual coders, but Munroe balances this equally with a romanticism and whimsy that strangely doesn’t seem out of place with the strip’s crude stick figures. There’s also a visceral, underlying message of action with the strip, which may or may not represent Munroe’s philosphy, but which I’ve found immensely relevant and not a little moving sometimes.

Here’s one of my favourite strips of xkcd:

Start from the beginning.

the k in kl stands for kickass

Just got back from a fantastic weekend at Kuala Lumpur with my Malay brother Amin, Willy and Willy’s super-extended crew of hijinksters. No pictures unfortunately, but just as well, ha. Finally checked out KL Zouk (though just went to The Loft… twice), got to see an actual protest demonstration, which was very anticlimactic and placid, and…

…bought 3 pairs of socks.

But seriously, it was a pretty damn solid weekend, and hopefully we’re doing it again soon. <Did somebody say Bangkok Rock Fest?>

i gave up simian mobile disco for this?!

Did the New Balance Real Run today. Pretty well-organized if quite remotely located. The route was just a tad boring, essentially the first 11km was just the same 5.5km stretch up and down a straight road. The advertised beach and trails weren’t fantastic either – running on the sand was surprisingly difficult and the trail was really just a concrete path, which would have been a little disappointing had my knees been behaving today.

Yes, those are the hairy offenders above. I’ve been suffering a fair bit of ITB since my return to long-distance running and my knees have been locking up after just 5km or so. Which was pretty much the case today, ran the first 6km fine, when my right knee began locking up and I had to stop to stretch it every 500m. I must have loosened it up enough as my right knee started to work fine at about 9km, which is when my left knee started to get wonky, which meant really light, small strides and a crapload of stopping to stretch.

The result is a really awful timing of 2:00:52, which is damn irritating. I barely even raised my heart rate today at the plodding pace I was going. It’s really frustrating to feel fit enough to really go for it but be let down by bad mechanics. Next run, I’m going to fully stretch my illiotial band for 10 minutes before I even take a step.

The post title refers to the Malacca road trip I gave up so I could run today. Simian Mobile Disco played at A Famosa Resort last night and my usual party peeps went. SMD leh, nabeh. But weird location though, who goes Malacca to catch dance gigs? ARGH, SHOULD’VE GONE.