punting...

that aside...i managed to punt from st. john's bridge of sighs (top) to queens' mathematical bridge (below) in 15 minutes...n it's only my second attempt yet!...(i did it in one hour on my first attempt)...now i can apply for a part time job s a punter this summer...woo hoo!...sun...river...babes n hunks!...lol...it's going to b a brilliant summer this year!!!

night out at soul tree

i've been to soul tree a couple of times before...n i've never really enjoyed myself to the fullest...but i had a real blast there tonight...it wasn't perfect because i had mixed feelings towards it...but it was a blast nonetheless because the pros outweighed the cons...

for one...i'll never b able to appreciate hip hop music...(which is what soul tree specializes in)...i mean...yes, u can dance to it...but it's always the same thing isn't it?...mindless repetitions of "shake that booty" n so on...there's no way it'll ever top cheese music...ever!

but the dancesport team was there...well, a part of it was...including alex, will, anh n claire...which made up for the really bad music (in my opinion)...especially alex...i mean...there's no doubt now that he's the only guy i can go out clubbing with N have a smashing time...

but claire...my god...if she's really good at ballroom dancing...she's f*cking amazing at hip hop...i mean...she was a complete nutter on the dance floor...who'd have thought she had moves like those?...shagging a wall never looked this good before (private joke)...

besides that...i was completely sober...alcohol had become n essential part of my clubbing nights...n i've always promised myself never to let it dictate how much fun i have...so not a single drop of alcohol passed my lips tonight...n yet...i had fun...m rather proud of that...

but to top that feeling...two guys came up to me n complimented me on my good moves!...the second guy even gave me a high-five!!...(n soul tree's a straight club!!!)...i mean...any more of that n my head would've popped from the excessive ego building up inside of me...lol

but there's no free lunch in this world...n my abs, back n feet r killing me...but oh well...it was still a good night...coz i ended up kissing three girls...s well s by alex...hee...i'm such a cheeky 'lil boy...lol...so all in all...it was a good night...

m looking forward to tuesday night at life with alex...woo!

god save the queen!

the college flag was flown at full mast today above the great gate of christ's college...which is a pretty unusual thing...considering the fact that the flag is never raised on ordinary days...

even the union jack was flown above the town hall n king's college...(i wonder what happened to their flag?)...the cambridge flag was also flown above st mary's church...

so i went to the plodge to have a chat with the porters...n enquire on this oddity...turns out...today's the queen's official 80th birthday...god save the queen!

the river chronicles (part 2 of 5)

the river chronicles (part 1)

gracefully...she dances along the green grassy banks of the river...with elegant steps she whirls the vienesse waltz...her long tresses of ebony hair cascade down her shoulders...to flow behind her in time with the imaginary music playing in her mind...

s she weaves in n out of her own shadow...her emerald eyes glitter intermittently in the benevolent sunlight...the same colour s the sparkling salzach river...which reflects the lofty festung hohensalzburg...

proud n tall it stands on the highest peak of the monchsberg...protecting the city of salzburg beneath it...n its inhabitants...s it stands out defiantly against the blue sky...

the river chronicles (part 1 of 5)

...the marienplatz...this is not only where the heart of the city beats...but also where the world-famous carillon can b heard...at noon the figures move around in the tower of the rathaus...whose neo-gothic facase is one of photographers' favourite subjects in the town centre...

that was what the guidebook wrote...she glances instinctively at her watch...ten to noon...that was what the silver hands of her watch pointed at...ten to noon...n she was still three stations away from the marienplatz...

impatiently...she flicks a lock of her red hair back...uncovering her deep black eyes which dart from one passenger to another on the s-bahn...studying their physical traits n attributing different histories they might have gone through...resulting in their present-day appearances...

restlessly...she glances at her watch again...five to noon...n still two stations away...with her inner strength she urges the train faster...hoping that her faithful watch was fast...it was imperative that she didn't miss the spectacle...considering the fact that she was on a one day trip to the capital of bavaria...

she arrives at the marienplatz station at three past noon...she hoists her heavy backpack n gets up from her seat even before the train had come to a stop...once the doors had open sufficiently enough to let her through...she dashes on to the station amidst the throng of commuters n forces her way through...running up the stairs out of the subway...the bells were already tolling s she hoped against all hope that she wasn't too late...

she emerges out into the dazzling sun...n stops dead in her tracks...blinded for a moment after spending such a long time in the relatively dark underground...n yet the bells carried on ringing loudly in the background...s if to rebuke her for being late...

s her eyes became accustomed to the bright light...she discovers a sea of people gathered right in front of her...she follows their upward gaze n her eyes alight on a large clock face built into the tower of n impressive monument...

n s if it had been waiting for her...the bells strike their last note...n the carillon starts up a melody...to which the figures below it dance to...oblivious to the cheering crowd beneath them...s the sun smiles down upon the children of the world who had gathered at the plaza...in the city of munich along the isar river...