Moving into my 3rd year of working life, i noticed that alot of things around me are expanding.
Many of my friends, for example, exercised less and became horizontally enhanced. I realised too, that my tummy is becoming more and more 'outgoing'. In the next few minutes after finishing this, i swear that i will sweat to clean the house and hopefully squeeze at least an hour in the pool to get rid of my unwantedness.
Family life is never a boring one. Seen quite alot of expansions in the house. First came the PS3 set that i got in late 2008... then came the rock band set that my SCE gang mates so graciously offered as a house warm gift. Not long ago, my wife bought a standing piano and started her journey in leisure piano playing. Once in awhile i would try my hands on the keyboard, imagining myself as guang liang( playing the chinese song tong hua )... but the 'soothing' music that came from the sound box was merely a figment of my imagination. My less-than-one-month old maestro classical guitar is always there to offer me consolations after trying my luck to piece up music from the piano.
A few days back, my wife wanted me to learn song signing from the 'breaking bread' book. I gave it a shot and found myself drawn to the marvels of sign language...speaking of this art of signing, I've started learning it from my varsity days( during one of the camps with WSC )but i had never learnt it properly since then. All that i knew were bits and pieces of signing volcabulary that i picked up from the HI community in St Mary's( and of course , my wife ). I always awe when i see my wife doing signing during mass... something that kicks the boredom out of a restless guy like me.
So many opportunities to expand... learning sign language dilligently, trying to pick up what those keyboards on the piano meant, spending time on games...Once upon a time i thought i was good in slalom( and regular in climbing )
With these preoccupations in my mind, i wonder how comfortable i can get for the year 2010, especially when the little one is coming this July.
Resolutions ? Probably not to expand too much of any sorts. Just wanna do what i have yet to accomplish for the past 28 years of my life.
1/18/10
12/6/09
powergel bars, nipple tapes and tights.
I completed my first full marathon on the 6th dec 2009.
My training regime? It all started out by doing frequent 5-8km runs around my neighborhood to build up the necessary stamina and basic muscle endurance. I had to make sure that my knees are properly conditioned over time to withstand the long distances ahead. I did this from late August( that was the time i signed up for the run ) to late September. On a few occasions, i joined my colleagues to do trail runs in Macritchie reservoir to spice up the training.
Outcome: Knees didnt hurt as much...By the last run of this regime my knees went back to its former glory in Army days!
I had to move away from my comfort zone of 8km runs. By early October i did about 4-5 times of 10km runs. All these while, i still joined my wife to run short distances of 3-6km around the neighborhood. Only towards the last week of October i started stretching my distances to about 12km. Did this twice before the end of October. It was also during this phase of my training that i realised how big my thighs were.. i had abrasions on my inner thighs and bled quite badly from nipple abrasions.
And so it was time for me to shop for nipple tapes and tights. I got myself this 3M adhesive transparent band aid that is water resistant. Very good and never failed me since then. Slipped onto my new Reebok black tights one morning and found no more abrasions on my groin area after the run. Shiok.
November came so sudden; i had to run at least beyond 15km to test out my knees and ankles. I spent some time to read up about replenishing electrolytes and body salt/ fluids. Bought a few packs of energy gel bars and slipped it into my tights' rear pockets / arm pouch for consumption during training. Because these gels had to be ingested with water, i had to carry my own 750ml Adidas bottle every time i ran. I remembered getting used to the 12-15km transition by first week of November and decided that it was time to push on the distance to a half marathon. That meant more power gel bars and mixing 100 plus with water to my Adidas bottle to increase electrolytes content.
By the end of November, i clocked 3 half marathons and roughly figured out my thresholds for joint pains. All these while i never had cramps.
************************************************************************************
Night before the run :3 sticks of bananas and lots of food that's sweet and high in carbo. Turned in around 11pm( i should have slept earlier !!!)
On the day itself : Woke up around 330am ... forced an energy bar( akin to a muesli bar ) and a mug of cereal into my stomach and drank lots of water before heading to take the coach from woodlands mrt to Esplanade. Plan was to release all my pee just before the run commences. I got myself a can of 100plus, with the intention of popping the can and dump its contents into my mouth JUST BEFORE the flag off. What WASN'T in the plan was the load of shit that i had to clear off my bowels just before the run.
First 10km
**********
Didnt feel the need to hydrate. Kept running ... felt that time inched by the minutes. I thought i needed less than 1 hour to clock 10km but at the 10km mark i realised that i took 1hr and 10min. OK, time to stop for a power gel makan and hydration. My ankles started to feel pain as expected, and i began pushing on to the next 11km.
11km-21km
*********
Every 2km mark came unusually long for me. Though i still don't feel the lethargy and fatigue, i somewhat lost my time sense. It all didnt seem right as compared to the distance-timing feel that i acquired during my 2mth plus of training. I was afraid that i couldnt do it smoothly since i was rather thrown off by my actual feel during the run itself. This 11km stretch started from Fort road all the way till somewhere beyond the Changi Sea sport area. It felt very very long and dreadful(i mean, at the end of this stretch i would only be at the half way mark ). I kept finding a few distinctive ladies as my pacers( it was easier to pace myself with girls because there werent much relative to the number of guys at the pace i was running ). By the time i saw the 21st Km mark, i didnt feel good at all. I thought my legs were almost reaching its threshold and i thought its finally time to stop and walk for awhile. I stopped by the side, drank like a mad horse and started doing more intensive stretching to my limbs... Took out my socks to massage my toes and started rotating my ankles.
After eating my 2nd packet of energy gel(one packet per 10km for me)i began to feel so much better , to the extent that my confidence slowly slipped back into me. I bumped into David from my reservist unit and we chatted about how dreadful the run was.
It was less than a minute that David decided to stop for some stretching because he was quite fearful of cramps along the way....I picked up my pace and left him behind, reminding myself not to push my muscles too hard. I never experienced cramps during my training( after all i didn't hit anything beyond 23km back then ) and had almost forgotten how deadly it could be if i should over strain my muscles
21km-30km
*********
Pain finally set in... This leg of the run saw me stopping the most for drinks and lots of stretching to the calves and thighs. Kept reminding myself not to fall pray of extreme contractions and slowed my pace even more to endure the whole thing. Soon i started talking myself into enduring the pain and persevere to Ford Road...I was longing to see that 30km mark banner at the end of it.
The only distasteful encounter during this journey was the energy gel collection. Everyone could only have ONE packet of gel!!!!Cheapskate! I was actually hoping to eat 2 more packets on the 30th and 36th Km mark to replenish my body. Come to think of it, i should have taken one packet, slip it into my tights' rear pocket and run back for another one back then. Tmd.
30km-40km
*********
It must have been the trick of the mind. I felt this boost in my pace after clearing the 30th km banner. It was 3hrs and 45min on my Timex wrist watch and i thought i could clear this whole shit below 5 hours... I bumped into my ATC colleague and told him that i need to 'finish my last 10km in burst mode'... HOW WRONG I WAS!!!!! In fact, this was the longest 10km i've ever ran in my life. I started to stop at EVERY DRINK STATION and never fail to walk for about 1-2min before pushing off.. somewhat it became a trend that i kept running till i see the next drink station. At least i didn't walk unnecessarily. When i reached the 37th Km mark banner near the old kallang gas work junction, i busted 4hours and 30min. Reality set in and i knew i couldn't finish it below 5. I muttered to myself that it was never my intention to put timing as part of my first marathon experience. With that i trudged on...
Final 1km
*********
All of a sudden i was in 2.4km running mode. I was in large strides along the Padang all the way till the finishing line. My timex wrist watch said 5hrs and 21min. Damn that's like close to an hour to finish that 37th to 42nd km distance!!!!
Finally, my cramps came subtly, and was gone by the time i rested on the grass patch by the war memorial.
At that point in time,I looked at my finisher shirt and marvelled for one fact: I had no knee pains and almost did this run with zero cramps!
It was my very first marathon, and i knew it wont be the last. I enjoyed this whole process of discovering how the mind is indeed stronger than the body.
My training regime? It all started out by doing frequent 5-8km runs around my neighborhood to build up the necessary stamina and basic muscle endurance. I had to make sure that my knees are properly conditioned over time to withstand the long distances ahead. I did this from late August( that was the time i signed up for the run ) to late September. On a few occasions, i joined my colleagues to do trail runs in Macritchie reservoir to spice up the training.
Outcome: Knees didnt hurt as much...By the last run of this regime my knees went back to its former glory in Army days!
I had to move away from my comfort zone of 8km runs. By early October i did about 4-5 times of 10km runs. All these while, i still joined my wife to run short distances of 3-6km around the neighborhood. Only towards the last week of October i started stretching my distances to about 12km. Did this twice before the end of October. It was also during this phase of my training that i realised how big my thighs were.. i had abrasions on my inner thighs and bled quite badly from nipple abrasions.
And so it was time for me to shop for nipple tapes and tights. I got myself this 3M adhesive transparent band aid that is water resistant. Very good and never failed me since then. Slipped onto my new Reebok black tights one morning and found no more abrasions on my groin area after the run. Shiok.
November came so sudden; i had to run at least beyond 15km to test out my knees and ankles. I spent some time to read up about replenishing electrolytes and body salt/ fluids. Bought a few packs of energy gel bars and slipped it into my tights' rear pockets / arm pouch for consumption during training. Because these gels had to be ingested with water, i had to carry my own 750ml Adidas bottle every time i ran. I remembered getting used to the 12-15km transition by first week of November and decided that it was time to push on the distance to a half marathon. That meant more power gel bars and mixing 100 plus with water to my Adidas bottle to increase electrolytes content.
By the end of November, i clocked 3 half marathons and roughly figured out my thresholds for joint pains. All these while i never had cramps.
************************************************************************************
Night before the run :3 sticks of bananas and lots of food that's sweet and high in carbo. Turned in around 11pm( i should have slept earlier !!!)
On the day itself : Woke up around 330am ... forced an energy bar( akin to a muesli bar ) and a mug of cereal into my stomach and drank lots of water before heading to take the coach from woodlands mrt to Esplanade. Plan was to release all my pee just before the run commences. I got myself a can of 100plus, with the intention of popping the can and dump its contents into my mouth JUST BEFORE the flag off. What WASN'T in the plan was the load of shit that i had to clear off my bowels just before the run.
First 10km
**********
Didnt feel the need to hydrate. Kept running ... felt that time inched by the minutes. I thought i needed less than 1 hour to clock 10km but at the 10km mark i realised that i took 1hr and 10min. OK, time to stop for a power gel makan and hydration. My ankles started to feel pain as expected, and i began pushing on to the next 11km.
11km-21km
*********
Every 2km mark came unusually long for me. Though i still don't feel the lethargy and fatigue, i somewhat lost my time sense. It all didnt seem right as compared to the distance-timing feel that i acquired during my 2mth plus of training. I was afraid that i couldnt do it smoothly since i was rather thrown off by my actual feel during the run itself. This 11km stretch started from Fort road all the way till somewhere beyond the Changi Sea sport area. It felt very very long and dreadful(i mean, at the end of this stretch i would only be at the half way mark ). I kept finding a few distinctive ladies as my pacers( it was easier to pace myself with girls because there werent much relative to the number of guys at the pace i was running ). By the time i saw the 21st Km mark, i didnt feel good at all. I thought my legs were almost reaching its threshold and i thought its finally time to stop and walk for awhile. I stopped by the side, drank like a mad horse and started doing more intensive stretching to my limbs... Took out my socks to massage my toes and started rotating my ankles.
After eating my 2nd packet of energy gel(one packet per 10km for me)i began to feel so much better , to the extent that my confidence slowly slipped back into me. I bumped into David from my reservist unit and we chatted about how dreadful the run was.
It was less than a minute that David decided to stop for some stretching because he was quite fearful of cramps along the way....I picked up my pace and left him behind, reminding myself not to push my muscles too hard. I never experienced cramps during my training( after all i didn't hit anything beyond 23km back then ) and had almost forgotten how deadly it could be if i should over strain my muscles
21km-30km
*********
Pain finally set in... This leg of the run saw me stopping the most for drinks and lots of stretching to the calves and thighs. Kept reminding myself not to fall pray of extreme contractions and slowed my pace even more to endure the whole thing. Soon i started talking myself into enduring the pain and persevere to Ford Road...I was longing to see that 30km mark banner at the end of it.
The only distasteful encounter during this journey was the energy gel collection. Everyone could only have ONE packet of gel!!!!Cheapskate! I was actually hoping to eat 2 more packets on the 30th and 36th Km mark to replenish my body. Come to think of it, i should have taken one packet, slip it into my tights' rear pocket and run back for another one back then. Tmd.
30km-40km
*********
It must have been the trick of the mind. I felt this boost in my pace after clearing the 30th km banner. It was 3hrs and 45min on my Timex wrist watch and i thought i could clear this whole shit below 5 hours... I bumped into my ATC colleague and told him that i need to 'finish my last 10km in burst mode'... HOW WRONG I WAS!!!!! In fact, this was the longest 10km i've ever ran in my life. I started to stop at EVERY DRINK STATION and never fail to walk for about 1-2min before pushing off.. somewhat it became a trend that i kept running till i see the next drink station. At least i didn't walk unnecessarily. When i reached the 37th Km mark banner near the old kallang gas work junction, i busted 4hours and 30min. Reality set in and i knew i couldn't finish it below 5. I muttered to myself that it was never my intention to put timing as part of my first marathon experience. With that i trudged on...
Final 1km
*********
All of a sudden i was in 2.4km running mode. I was in large strides along the Padang all the way till the finishing line. My timex wrist watch said 5hrs and 21min. Damn that's like close to an hour to finish that 37th to 42nd km distance!!!!
Finally, my cramps came subtly, and was gone by the time i rested on the grass patch by the war memorial.
At that point in time,I looked at my finisher shirt and marvelled for one fact: I had no knee pains and almost did this run with zero cramps!
It was my very first marathon, and i knew it wont be the last. I enjoyed this whole process of discovering how the mind is indeed stronger than the body.
11/20/09
Do you like ants?
Of late, i noticed the presence of small ants everytime i try to sweep my house. Most of the time i would find a few roaming on the floor surrounding the sofa. Must be the new indoor money plant, i thought. But on closer inspection, i don't see any ant nest nor any dead moths/ flies lying by the corner of the living room.
Among the pile of dust that i swept up this morning, i saw at least 5-6 ants scurrying for their lives. I swept the whole pile up into the dust pan and emptied it into the bin. As i continue to sweep, some of these ants managed their way up to the handles of the dust pan, and that's when i feel the itch from crawling ants on my forearms.
Because of this daily phenomenon, i have developed a new hobby: Ant squeezing.
2 days back, i was sitting in an office completing an accident report for my car in woodlands road. For some strange reasons, there were small ants roaming around the desks as well. So i conveniently squeezed them and started flicking their dead bodies around... for a good 10 seconds i started killing 2-3 fleeing ants on the table, only to realise that the lady sitting opposite my desk has been watching my massacre with a very queer look. I quickly switched my attention back to the papers, subconsciously finding myself fighting hard NOT to care about the ants which were still alive and kicking....
That's how good i am killing ants. Cos my house seems very sweet.
Among the pile of dust that i swept up this morning, i saw at least 5-6 ants scurrying for their lives. I swept the whole pile up into the dust pan and emptied it into the bin. As i continue to sweep, some of these ants managed their way up to the handles of the dust pan, and that's when i feel the itch from crawling ants on my forearms.
Because of this daily phenomenon, i have developed a new hobby: Ant squeezing.
2 days back, i was sitting in an office completing an accident report for my car in woodlands road. For some strange reasons, there were small ants roaming around the desks as well. So i conveniently squeezed them and started flicking their dead bodies around... for a good 10 seconds i started killing 2-3 fleeing ants on the table, only to realise that the lady sitting opposite my desk has been watching my massacre with a very queer look. I quickly switched my attention back to the papers, subconsciously finding myself fighting hard NOT to care about the ants which were still alive and kicking....
That's how good i am killing ants. Cos my house seems very sweet.
11/19/09
Good suit and good time.
November came fast and furious.
I am finally baptised into the Catholic Family. Having followed my wife to church since 2006, my motivation to be there evolved; Initially only wanted to get to know about my wife's belief, my focus turned to wanting to know more about my purpose in life...
I took a bold step to attend RCIA for almost the whole of 2009. I must say that the lesson was done well, to an extent that it triggered me to find out more about the Faith. 3 weeks before my baptism, one of the RCIA facilitators requested me to be one of the lectors for the Baptism mass. Gosh!!! Of course i cannot resist such an honourable request. For those who know me, i have stage fright by nature. What's more i never had the experience to stand near the altar during mass. But thank God, my reading was audible and sounded confident. Many of my RCIA mates came up to me and pat my shoulder for affirmation after my reading was done.
Just 3 days after my baptism, i went down to assist my colleague Tommy for his wedding. To be frank, i like being involved in wedding activities, seeing how fun things can be during the gate crashing session. Thank goodness, the band of sisters were very merciful and kind( if only mine was as nice as them one year back hahahaha ). It was my first time helping out as a brother( guys of my age dont get married so soon )and it was refreshing to see the whole ritual from tea ceremony to getting ready at the hotel. Certainly brings back fond memories of rushing around, looking for people to settle guest seating in panic mode, ensuring things were done right at the right time. I was very fortunate this time round to be involved as the Mandarin Emcee( if only my sec and JC chinese teachers were around; they would have been very proud of me!!! ). Being in my 650SGD suit certainly adds confidence in me. Truly enjoyed myself when i was tasked to back up Tommy's singing as a stage guitarist( peanut playing skills but heck, i was thrilled to play for him ! )
Coming up next for the rest of Nov and Dec : House blessing, standard chartered Marathon( that means waking up early to train during my off days ).
Good suit, good time. Thank God.
I am finally baptised into the Catholic Family. Having followed my wife to church since 2006, my motivation to be there evolved; Initially only wanted to get to know about my wife's belief, my focus turned to wanting to know more about my purpose in life...
I took a bold step to attend RCIA for almost the whole of 2009. I must say that the lesson was done well, to an extent that it triggered me to find out more about the Faith. 3 weeks before my baptism, one of the RCIA facilitators requested me to be one of the lectors for the Baptism mass. Gosh!!! Of course i cannot resist such an honourable request. For those who know me, i have stage fright by nature. What's more i never had the experience to stand near the altar during mass. But thank God, my reading was audible and sounded confident. Many of my RCIA mates came up to me and pat my shoulder for affirmation after my reading was done.
Just 3 days after my baptism, i went down to assist my colleague Tommy for his wedding. To be frank, i like being involved in wedding activities, seeing how fun things can be during the gate crashing session. Thank goodness, the band of sisters were very merciful and kind( if only mine was as nice as them one year back hahahaha ). It was my first time helping out as a brother( guys of my age dont get married so soon )and it was refreshing to see the whole ritual from tea ceremony to getting ready at the hotel. Certainly brings back fond memories of rushing around, looking for people to settle guest seating in panic mode, ensuring things were done right at the right time. I was very fortunate this time round to be involved as the Mandarin Emcee( if only my sec and JC chinese teachers were around; they would have been very proud of me!!! ). Being in my 650SGD suit certainly adds confidence in me. Truly enjoyed myself when i was tasked to back up Tommy's singing as a stage guitarist( peanut playing skills but heck, i was thrilled to play for him ! )
Coming up next for the rest of Nov and Dec : House blessing, standard chartered Marathon( that means waking up early to train during my off days ).
Good suit, good time. Thank God.
10/31/09
SUIT yourself!!!!
When i was in the midst of preparing my wedding celebration in May 2008, it never occurred to me that i need to tailor my own suit for my big day....
I bet most couples out there want to look their best on their big day. However, 2008 was a very critical year( i was doing my Air Traffic Control training and i only earned PEANUTs back then.... ); Knowing that my wedding package includes the use of their suits was really a God sent; I wont want to spend time and effort just to hunt, try out, ponder and worry about my own suit. At the back of my mind, this ' suit ' issue got chuck behind. I got through the wedding ceremony happily and forgot about this woe( at least, for the past 10 good months of my married life. )
When i was arrowed to be the Emcee for my colleague's wedding one month back, i knew that it was just a matter of time before i have to hunt for it.
What an irony , i thought. I am obliged to make a suit ( for someone else's wedding now hahahahaha ).
I chanced upon this PERSONALITY MENSHOP tailoring boutique yesterday.... as i was served by the shop owner, i realised that i have no single idea how i wanted my suit to be done. In the end my wife and i sat down and browsed through magazines featuring classic and latest designs of suits. Took us almost an hour and a half before i finally chose something comfortable.
I parted 650 bucks for my suit. I hope not to be disappointed by the worksmanship.
I bet most couples out there want to look their best on their big day. However, 2008 was a very critical year( i was doing my Air Traffic Control training and i only earned PEANUTs back then.... ); Knowing that my wedding package includes the use of their suits was really a God sent; I wont want to spend time and effort just to hunt, try out, ponder and worry about my own suit. At the back of my mind, this ' suit ' issue got chuck behind. I got through the wedding ceremony happily and forgot about this woe( at least, for the past 10 good months of my married life. )
When i was arrowed to be the Emcee for my colleague's wedding one month back, i knew that it was just a matter of time before i have to hunt for it.
What an irony , i thought. I am obliged to make a suit ( for someone else's wedding now hahahahaha ).
I chanced upon this PERSONALITY MENSHOP tailoring boutique yesterday.... as i was served by the shop owner, i realised that i have no single idea how i wanted my suit to be done. In the end my wife and i sat down and browsed through magazines featuring classic and latest designs of suits. Took us almost an hour and a half before i finally chose something comfortable.
I parted 650 bucks for my suit. I hope not to be disappointed by the worksmanship.
10/2/09
September's gone.
Yeah....September was gone... without a post from me...
Was i really that busy?
I signed up for standard chartered run 2009... doing the 42km distance. It is going to be my first ever marathon. Previously the longest distance i ever ran was 21km( army days.. 2002 ). That was quite a bad experience.
I remembered perpetually overtaking people during the first 15km of my run. Then at the 15th km mark, i realised i need to pee badly. I sneaked in sweat among the bushes and let go of my bladder. The sudden lost of body heat resulted in a 20-25min lower limb cramp. It was my worst feel for a run like this.
The table was hence turned from the 15th km mark all the way till the end of the run. I saw people running ahead of me. Jason Ho( my camp mate in 20sa )nudged me from behind when he discovered me walking. In his very low and mellow tone, " Hey speng, come on man, dun walk... even ladies are over taking you now..."
Now that my morale hit all time low, things got worst...i kena nipple abrasions from wearing loose cotton singlet and developed toe cramps as i inched my way towards the finishing line.
I only hope to finish this coming 42km run in good shape.
I have been dutifully running in Macritchie Reservior at least once every 2weeks, apart from my normal 6-7km run( once every 2 days ). Running trail is definitely an agenda i look forward to. The longest distance i've clocked so far was around 12km there. Another 64 days to the actual run, and i must beef up my mileage in 2 weeks time. Need to start running at least 10km to replace my 6-7km regime.
A few weeks back, i had a good mini chat with PH( this slalom enthusiast cum pro i got to know since late 2006 )... realized how badly i want to slalom again but i guess i could no longer join the younger ones for their frequent Friday night sessions that easily. Just practicing my skills alone can prove to be a challenge....
Seems like life still feels packed for a married 28 year old, except its packed with different agenda now. At hand i have 4 weddings to attend..one on the 4th Oct, another on the 18th Nov( was asked to be the MC cum wedding singer for that one gosh!!! ), 4th December( for my slalom mate benjamin ) and 27th December.
In a few weeks time i would be going for my Cathecument Retreat, a final rite before going into the Catholic Faith. Since the beginning of this year, i have been faithfully attending Thursday night RCIA lessons to know more about my wife's Faith. What i have to do now, is to think of a Christian name and choose my God Father... would THOMAS be a good name?
Was i really that busy?
I signed up for standard chartered run 2009... doing the 42km distance. It is going to be my first ever marathon. Previously the longest distance i ever ran was 21km( army days.. 2002 ). That was quite a bad experience.
I remembered perpetually overtaking people during the first 15km of my run. Then at the 15th km mark, i realised i need to pee badly. I sneaked in sweat among the bushes and let go of my bladder. The sudden lost of body heat resulted in a 20-25min lower limb cramp. It was my worst feel for a run like this.
The table was hence turned from the 15th km mark all the way till the end of the run. I saw people running ahead of me. Jason Ho( my camp mate in 20sa )nudged me from behind when he discovered me walking. In his very low and mellow tone, " Hey speng, come on man, dun walk... even ladies are over taking you now..."
Now that my morale hit all time low, things got worst...i kena nipple abrasions from wearing loose cotton singlet and developed toe cramps as i inched my way towards the finishing line.
I only hope to finish this coming 42km run in good shape.
I have been dutifully running in Macritchie Reservior at least once every 2weeks, apart from my normal 6-7km run( once every 2 days ). Running trail is definitely an agenda i look forward to. The longest distance i've clocked so far was around 12km there. Another 64 days to the actual run, and i must beef up my mileage in 2 weeks time. Need to start running at least 10km to replace my 6-7km regime.
A few weeks back, i had a good mini chat with PH( this slalom enthusiast cum pro i got to know since late 2006 )... realized how badly i want to slalom again but i guess i could no longer join the younger ones for their frequent Friday night sessions that easily. Just practicing my skills alone can prove to be a challenge....
Seems like life still feels packed for a married 28 year old, except its packed with different agenda now. At hand i have 4 weddings to attend..one on the 4th Oct, another on the 18th Nov( was asked to be the MC cum wedding singer for that one gosh!!! ), 4th December( for my slalom mate benjamin ) and 27th December.
In a few weeks time i would be going for my Cathecument Retreat, a final rite before going into the Catholic Faith. Since the beginning of this year, i have been faithfully attending Thursday night RCIA lessons to know more about my wife's Faith. What i have to do now, is to think of a Christian name and choose my God Father... would THOMAS be a good name?
8/5/09
Random entry of a boring man
Guessed this one is really random...
I am playful by nature. When i was young, i remembered sneaking into my parents' room one afternoon( my mom was asleep that time ), searching for some paper to throw down from my 13th storey home in Geylang Bahru. I cant recall exactly the damage done, but i think i released a quarter of a rim of blank printing paper( piece by piece ), just to see it swing left and right as it suffers the effect of gravity.
I have this deep fascination about mobile cranes... It often reminded me of giraffes with overwhelming strength. Whenever one crane pulls up at the carpark beneath my house, i would easily spend about 20-30min just to see the crane operations 'action front'(an artillery lingo). I could imagine myself controlling one of these big things back then.
When i was in Primary 4, video games were a hit, followed by brick games. I wasnt exactly a fan of the latter though. My aunts couldnt brush me off from my persistent want to get a game console and finally gave in. We finally had a new addition into the family - 'Good BOY'( i cant remember how many bits the ram were but its lower than SEGA ). I got drawn into Good BOY and soon found myself playing more and more games.... until Street Fighter was released in summer of 92. My request came again and this time, it saw an upgrade from Good BOY( by then it was starting to get cranky from all the hours of playing contra and super mario )to SUPER FAMICOM . I got sucked into the game and even bought sticker albums featuring the characters explaining their profile in terms of background and skill sets...
In 1993, my friend introduced me to bowling. It was after PSLE and i could recall my very first visit to a bowling alley( SUPER BOWL in hougang central ). To be frank, up to today, bowling and me just couldnt click and i suck big time on this game. But being in the alley that faithful day exposed me to video game arcade. It was then i realised how skilful other players can be, doing combos on joysticks. There were so many variations of Street Fighter, so much so that i started visiting more of these places....
I guessed this is me. Never academically inclined, never created for the engineering world, but am glad to find myself doing what i do now - Air Traffic Control. Somehow i think my childhood attributes and my past times have some influence over this job that i chose.
I am playful by nature. When i was young, i remembered sneaking into my parents' room one afternoon( my mom was asleep that time ), searching for some paper to throw down from my 13th storey home in Geylang Bahru. I cant recall exactly the damage done, but i think i released a quarter of a rim of blank printing paper( piece by piece ), just to see it swing left and right as it suffers the effect of gravity.
I have this deep fascination about mobile cranes... It often reminded me of giraffes with overwhelming strength. Whenever one crane pulls up at the carpark beneath my house, i would easily spend about 20-30min just to see the crane operations 'action front'(an artillery lingo). I could imagine myself controlling one of these big things back then.
When i was in Primary 4, video games were a hit, followed by brick games. I wasnt exactly a fan of the latter though. My aunts couldnt brush me off from my persistent want to get a game console and finally gave in. We finally had a new addition into the family - 'Good BOY'( i cant remember how many bits the ram were but its lower than SEGA ). I got drawn into Good BOY and soon found myself playing more and more games.... until Street Fighter was released in summer of 92. My request came again and this time, it saw an upgrade from Good BOY( by then it was starting to get cranky from all the hours of playing contra and super mario )to SUPER FAMICOM . I got sucked into the game and even bought sticker albums featuring the characters explaining their profile in terms of background and skill sets...
In 1993, my friend introduced me to bowling. It was after PSLE and i could recall my very first visit to a bowling alley( SUPER BOWL in hougang central ). To be frank, up to today, bowling and me just couldnt click and i suck big time on this game. But being in the alley that faithful day exposed me to video game arcade. It was then i realised how skilful other players can be, doing combos on joysticks. There were so many variations of Street Fighter, so much so that i started visiting more of these places....
I guessed this is me. Never academically inclined, never created for the engineering world, but am glad to find myself doing what i do now - Air Traffic Control. Somehow i think my childhood attributes and my past times have some influence over this job that i chose.
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