It's another glorious European night for Liverpool FC.
This morning, I witnessed the capitulation of mighty Barcelona at the hands of a disciplined Liverpool. Barcelona are a side adorned with world-class players, but the Reds shackled them effectively, coming from a goal down to defeat them, in the cavernous Nou Camp.
Tell you what, Liverpool's win really made my day!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
About forgetting easily how good running feels
It's been too long since I embarked on a run alone.
Ever since the Stanchart Marathon was completed, I have stopped running altogether. Running with students don't count. It's very different running with the kids as a means of motivating them, compared to running on my own as my way to get away from the tumbles and rumbles of daily life.
Today, I got out of bed early, and hit the road at about 7-ish, heading towards the lush condominums of Tanjong Rhu, skirting along the serene Kallang Basin.
The view of the city illuminated the morning sky. It felt really good.
I took my time, and I was glad when I finally stopped at the petrol station. Not too bad, as I glanced at my stopwatch. 29 minutes.
Man, it felt good. It's been too long.
2 hours later, while driving to Tiong Bahru to pick up my beloved grandmother and cousins, the feel-good feeling still lingered within.
It's been over two months, and I've been neglecting my physical well-being. I'll have to pick it up again. I shall!
Ever since the Stanchart Marathon was completed, I have stopped running altogether. Running with students don't count. It's very different running with the kids as a means of motivating them, compared to running on my own as my way to get away from the tumbles and rumbles of daily life.
Today, I got out of bed early, and hit the road at about 7-ish, heading towards the lush condominums of Tanjong Rhu, skirting along the serene Kallang Basin.
The view of the city illuminated the morning sky. It felt really good.
I took my time, and I was glad when I finally stopped at the petrol station. Not too bad, as I glanced at my stopwatch. 29 minutes.
Man, it felt good. It's been too long.
2 hours later, while driving to Tiong Bahru to pick up my beloved grandmother and cousins, the feel-good feeling still lingered within.
It's been over two months, and I've been neglecting my physical well-being. I'll have to pick it up again. I shall!
Sunday, February 11, 2007
About the difference between today and the future
Now at: Gelare Cafe, Suntec City
Currently listening to: Firehouse's I Live My Life For You
Yesterday, after sending my wife off at the airport, I met a friend while on my way back to the car.
We had a brief chat and he asked me, "What's your plans man? Still doing the same stuff next year?"
I found it impossible to give a firm and clear answer to him.
Who knows what the future holds?
We can plan and plan. Strangely, the view of the future has never been crystal clear.
All I know is, do the work that comes your way, with a touch of excellence, and enjoy the process.
That's kept me going in my current job for almost 5 years now.
I'm blessed with a great job, and the best things about it are the colleagues and students.
But even from day one, these questions loom in my head, sometimes giving me a gentle nudge, sometimes burning in my mind:
Is this what I want?
Is this what my life is about?
I can't be doing this all my life, can I?
Time to move on, perhaps?
I really don't have all the answers.
But I do know this: It's pointless to think too much about the past, and it is a waste of energy to contemplate too much about the future.
It is all about this: Live for today, make it good, make it better, for today has its ups and downs already.
And guess what, living each day well could very well translate into a secure future, and leave behind a past that is adorned with pleasant memories.
It's adamantly clear: we only have one chance to live today well. Don't blow it.
Each day is really a gift. Make the best out of it.
Currently listening to: Firehouse's I Live My Life For You
Yesterday, after sending my wife off at the airport, I met a friend while on my way back to the car.
We had a brief chat and he asked me, "What's your plans man? Still doing the same stuff next year?"
I found it impossible to give a firm and clear answer to him.
Who knows what the future holds?
We can plan and plan. Strangely, the view of the future has never been crystal clear.
All I know is, do the work that comes your way, with a touch of excellence, and enjoy the process.
That's kept me going in my current job for almost 5 years now.
I'm blessed with a great job, and the best things about it are the colleagues and students.
But even from day one, these questions loom in my head, sometimes giving me a gentle nudge, sometimes burning in my mind:
Is this what I want?
Is this what my life is about?
I can't be doing this all my life, can I?
Time to move on, perhaps?
I really don't have all the answers.
But I do know this: It's pointless to think too much about the past, and it is a waste of energy to contemplate too much about the future.
It is all about this: Live for today, make it good, make it better, for today has its ups and downs already.
And guess what, living each day well could very well translate into a secure future, and leave behind a past that is adorned with pleasant memories.
It's adamantly clear: we only have one chance to live today well. Don't blow it.
Each day is really a gift. Make the best out of it.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
About indifference
Now at: Gelare Café, Suntec City
Currently listening to: Chicago’s You Come To My Senses
A woman walked past me, pushing a trolley laden with shopping, just outside Carrefour, at Suntec City.
The next thing, coins hit the tiled floor noisily, and coins scurried away in all directions. Some of the coins rolled to me and collapsed flat. She hurriedly picked it up. I picked up for her too, wherever I could see. It was natural to give her a hand. She had dropped her coins.
But what dismayed me was, so many other people walked past her, indifferent to her plight. Some looked at her, and just walked on.
Why didn’t they stop to help?
I passed her the coins. She thanked me gratefully.
Are we becoming a society that lacks the natural instinct to help a fellow neighbour?
Seeing such unsympathetic people around me makes me even more determined and resolute in imparting and cultivating a spirit of care and helpfulness in all my students.
We cannot look at other people’s plight and not help, when we are able to. This is just not right.
Currently listening to: Chicago’s You Come To My Senses
A woman walked past me, pushing a trolley laden with shopping, just outside Carrefour, at Suntec City.
The next thing, coins hit the tiled floor noisily, and coins scurried away in all directions. Some of the coins rolled to me and collapsed flat. She hurriedly picked it up. I picked up for her too, wherever I could see. It was natural to give her a hand. She had dropped her coins.
But what dismayed me was, so many other people walked past her, indifferent to her plight. Some looked at her, and just walked on.
Why didn’t they stop to help?
I passed her the coins. She thanked me gratefully.
Are we becoming a society that lacks the natural instinct to help a fellow neighbour?
Seeing such unsympathetic people around me makes me even more determined and resolute in imparting and cultivating a spirit of care and helpfulness in all my students.
We cannot look at other people’s plight and not help, when we are able to. This is just not right.
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