~ we are chiwasu ?!

this is a late entry that was just sitting around in the drafts section of wordpress waiting for discovery.

and so, quite some time ago… there were back-to-back (and to back) cycling sessions @ east coast park (ecp). day zero was self-biking around the estate with his royal self. day one with the boys. day two with an uneven mixture of people. and at the end of three days (plus day zero), a slightly aching rum was born…

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day zero:-

it proved that his high highness is still an adapt at fixing and maintaining his own bike. a pretty good warm-up for the upcoming two days…

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day one:-

this was the castle at east cast park that made his highness stole a pause. he stop to admire its beauty and take shade. at that moment, he didn’t realize that the mediacorp sandcastle was just left of it. oops!

it was only on the return journey that he saw the sandcastle in all its glory (or whatever that seems to be left of it, considering it was already falling apart from wear and tear)

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and his highness wondered. a seemingly nice poem, on a lousy tag board.

enjoy the view,

appreciate what you see,

take time to be still,

for beauty exist only when we care and feel.

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presenting the mediacorp castle with the ugly tag board

the sandcastle w/o the horrible tag board. this is probably the best photo shoot taken by his highness with his crappy camera phone.

and more pictures of the mediacorp sandcastle from its side

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the boys wondered why didn’t he want to take pictures with himself or any other humans in it, considering other humans around were doing pretty much there.

then again, his royalness really pictures of scenery to be human-free.

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and ouch… a fun day at ecp was conquered with a torn pair of shoes. the soles from both sides fell off from all that crazing around.

at least, with the sole off, the shoe weigh a lot lighter… =X

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and yes, one of his friends is a potential man-in-white. and he’s marching in this year’s NDP contingent. something interesting to note, we were in his car attempting to move out of the carpark. it was a jam. some other moron driver was actually trying to cut lanes. his highness took out his friends’ PAP cap and starting pointing to it. the moronic driver gave way, probably fearful of the logo. his highness continued to wave it.

and we all had laugh.

truly, singaporeans fear the logo more than anything else. why? and we wonder.

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day two:-

welcome to biking lessons. day spent teaching friend biking. fun. just like the days when his highness was teaching carrotcak and a few more to bike.

nostalgic.

playing some good old arcade games at that run-down arcade with mates.

and due to the lousy camera phone and fast paced of the shooting game, the below image is blurred. still, his royal highness presents SOLID proof why most marksmen are MEN.

presenting: a picture of poor shot. a lady BOBO shooter. poor thingy winky can’t shot for nuts.

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and everyone did DDR (dance dance revolution) at the arcade.

final verdict: we can’t DDR for our lives.

okay, it’s NOT the dancer. the DDR machine must be damage or something