to sleep

everynight i go to bed tired and i wake up feeling even more tired! amazing! so where did all the snooze time go to? i wonder.

queenie

this year's TdF is like the most exciting yet! after one whole week of nondescript action, the peloton has suddenly exploded with crazy attacks, 20km solo victories and team in-fighting!

anyway looks like today is going to be Frank Frank Frank; its easier for me this year cos i can now root for two teams: saxobank and cervélo! =D

one.five more weeks of intense action..

in search of Sagarmatha - lost and found

when i was trekking in Nepal i had so many thoughts and random stuff floating around in my head which i had planned to blog about. some i wrote down in my notebook, some i just forgot. everyday was a discovery, every moment was a new experience, and i had every intention to put everything down to pen and paper, if not blog.

when i came back, things happened. i had DALF i had commencement i had tennis i had meetups i had to get back in shape i had to pack i had to go for courses i had more meetups more beer to drink and then i had work.

i have my priorities; when busy, blogging comes last. besides, the mood to blog is different when you are staring at white snow-capped mountains and hdb flats is very different. i guess this is what they call by having a muse.

alas.

so anyway i did indeed make it up to EBC. all the tension, frustration, suffering and fatigue from the past melted away when i finally saw this:

after another 2.5 hours of trekking i finally got to this:

managed to meet only half of the team as the other half were still making their way down from camp 2. weather as i mentioned was bad for the past few days and so they had postponed their ascend, which coincidentally was originally scheduled to have taken place on the day i reached EBC.

yaye. anything is possible.

joyeux bastille!

un peu tard, mais mieux que jamais!!! =)

aussi pour Jerrold, qui est surement parmi les étoiles avec Napoléon et ses camarades.

if i could turn back the hands of time

i would not be quarter of a century old today!!! *omg time really flies*

anyway thanks to those who remembered, and for those who turned up.. HUAT AH!

be heading up to PD for the weekend, see you on mon! =)

proposition of sorts

"i am married", she said.

"but are you loved?", I replied.

lunar landings

A=Πr²;
like a mooncake in the sky.

maybe time to sleep?

in search of Sagarmatha - dead end

err.. ok so where did i leave off the last time?

oh ya - dingboche.

so anyway, the snowstorm eventually did clear, but only after 3 days of non-stop snow, and only after i was already prepared to throw in the towel and head back down.

the walk became progressively difficult at this point. firstly, trudging through calf-deep snow was not really easy, especially when the snow by now had completely covered the dirt track which i had been following thus far, so effectively i was as good as walking blind. secondly, it became more and more difficult to breathe due to the thinning of the air, and lastly, windchill became stronger.

luckily i had lukhpa, my nepali porter-guide to lead the way. at times the fog got so bad it was almost impossible to make out anything beyond a 10m radius, but yet we plodded on, with him stumbling at the front, and me following in his footsteps.

forging ahead

i guess it was really amazing then, that we finally made it to gorak shep, the village right at the khumbu icefall, at the foothills of Everest.

khumbu icefall. huge valley of blue ice.

- to be continued -