tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58974482012-02-09T08:26:19.793+08:00i eat breathe live swim bike run chanel prada lvdaftbitchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10798434332490129124noreply@blogger.comBlogger4621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897448.post-56147797654090084432012-01-04T00:08:00.002+08:002012-01-04T00:08:35.901+08:00

I had one of the rarest New Year ever. I didn't spend it drunk, i was completely sober. I spent time with family and different groups of friends, had a lot of food, lots of coffee, and lots of laughter. I suffered a mild heart seizure (very mild!) but that shook me awake. I do get chest pains now and then, but this was weird. A few friends asked if i was getting heartburn, since the feeling of a

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Ahhh, 2012 is nearing. It's been a tradition for me to capture my thoughts on the year that has past. Been doing so for 2010, 2009, 2008, and 2007. In 2007, i started triathlon and bought my Mini Cooper S. 4 years on, i have stopped triathlon, but still driving my Mini Cooper S. The main highlight of the year is i got married. To the man i have been dating for the past 8 years. Eight years of

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It's been some time since i last posted a decent blogpost, or wrote for any reason. I've been adjusting to the married life. I got skinnier, finally saw an under-50kg number on my weighing scales. And those scales don't lie. I would like to attribute that weight loss to a decent diet of eating less than what i crave, and some mix of yoga, rock climbing, and running. I lost a few inches off my

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Yep, a month has passed since i got married. The picture was taken by Lightedpixels, when i offered my photographer Alwin a beer, at barely 750am that very day i got married. Has anything changed? Well, frankly, not much. My husband (hubs, as others call their other halves) and me were back at work, within 3 days. And i'm still creeping out of bed on sunday mornings to go run, while my other

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Often i am bogged down with the task of decisions-making. More recently, in addition to my work, i have to choose about the girly princess fantasies one may have to the wedding. I've heard how the term bride-zilla comes about, and how elaborate weddings can be. From themes, to colors, there's so much to fuss about. I however chose to take the relaxed way out.The wedding is to be one of the most

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Yep, time flies. On the same day last year, i wasn't engaged. I was just the same girl who partyrocks, runs, have fun, and work. Fast forward a year, i am like one month to being a Mrs. And now it dawn upon me. Responsibilities will change, thinking will change, lifestyle will change.One night, while running with my fave buddy, he reminded me to move with the changes from being single to being

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I always tell myself "somedays are good, somedays are bad". I had a twitching right lower eyelid. I attribute that to stress. A quick google of the eyelid however result in the superstitious me also believing it could really be a touch of bad luck, even though other articles are strongly suggesting good luck could possibly be coming my way. So which is which? Which do i believe? Rather than

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What does it take to be a good boss? Offering better pay? Better perks in life? Better work-life balance? I think i have not offered better pay nor any of those things above. I am a Chinese (Asian) boss, akin to dragon mother. The term "dragon mother" has taken a whole new buzz, after Amy Chua (a very famous author, if you haven't read Joy Luck Club) wrote on a book about them. I expect the best

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I was in Japan from late feb all the way till 1st of March. The first earthquake / aftershocks hit Japan a week post me coming back. And then the big one that hit Japan at the magnitube of 8.9 on the richter scale came on the day of 11th March 2011. Japan is awesome. I don't have too many words to describe it, except awesome. I arrived at Tokyo and jet off to Hokkaido, to a lil village of Niseko,

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I didn't know why i was in bed at 10pm on a friday night. I was exhausted from the week's work. I felt a tiny flu bug hitting me, and decided to call it an early night and down that mug of water laced with berocca vitamin c.At 6am, i heard the alarm. I still lazed around in bed. I spoke to my mom close to 630am, wondering if she's awake too early, or i might possibly be late. Of course, it's the

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Every year, i had always tried to start the year right. In that weird queer lil' brain of mine, i thought "In order to do so, you have to end the "old" year right". Errr right! What's right would depend on one's lofty ambition, and aspirations. Before my lunar new year reunion dinner, i took my brand spanking new pink Asics DS Trainers off for a quick run, in a bid to feel better of the bingefest

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Since the beginning of 2011, i told myself "time to get some fitness back". So far, the plan sort of worked. I've been going at Macritchie Trails on weekend, and try to rejoin the Monday Tri Swim. The Monday Tri Swim crowd has always been "encouraging" in their back-to-squad-swim-welcome, with words like "wah can buy 4D", or "guest appearance?". Somehow, the words don't get to me or bother as

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The start of a new year. A year, many of my friends deem, is going to be exciting. I know for sure, changes are abound. First up, i am getting married. By NYE of 2012, i would be a Mrs. O well, but like some friends said, that doesn't change a lot of things. I'm still going to be Eve. So for 2010, i wanted to be more appreciative of my family and friends, focus on work and get a lil lean. All of

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At the end of every year, it's becoming a tradition to write about the year that has passed. Those 12 months, and 365 days, or 525600 minutes. Like the musical "Rent" sings " How do we measure a year? in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, or cups of coffee? in inches, in miles..." Work-wise i've developed my business a fair share, scored a business deal that has enough zeros in it. I've got a

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December usually meant a marathon or 21km to mark the end of running races / triathlons i've signed up for the year. This has been the same thing since 2007. This year, I haven't been training much, leading up to the marathon. I chose to sleep in, or to go out to party up to relieve the work stress. For that, i paid dearly on the 5th December 2010. I took a really long time to finish the run. I

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Last night, as i was driving home, i noticed an EK4 egging cars on, meandering its way down the street. Life was good, just going with the flow of traffic, looking at an Naturally Aspirated (NA) car acting like an idiot, weaving in and out of the traffic. That is, until i noticed this loud blaring Evo zooming out from a street corner. Woohoo, time for some action. The EK4 swerved across three

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15 days to marathon. tick tock tick tock!Recently I started running. I finally decided I needed to get my game on (which is no game, to begin with) for the marathon. I finally accepted how absolutely unfit I am, engaging muscles that were left idle for the past months. It's all in past tense cos now i've been running. Twice a week, or thrice. Over an hour and half each time. The alarm bells went

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It's weeks leading up to the Singapore Marathon. My 3rd SCSM. I had to start running, whether i like it or not. Along the way, i am thankful i always have good people around me, who would cheer me on to make sure i don't walk. Matthew o Matthew... come back soon, so we can go run. This year, i managed to somehow get Reeves to go along with my program. As he said : "I'm not looking at the calender

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I work in IT. My work is mostly done over my 13 inch Apple Macbook Pro. I have an stretched muscle due to ergonomics. Obviously, my chair and my table are not of ergonomic standards. Tsk, so much for someone who is certified OSHA trained. So post run on Sunday, i was talking to Kelvyn and Reeves about it. And this is what Kelvyn had to say"you have not gone in your aero bars for far too long,

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I can't think of a better word to describe the weather these past few days. HOT. My mom's been nagging that i am too sick to go for the New Balance Real Run. I've lost my voice and nursing this incredulous sore throat all week. But those who know me, would know i am insane, crazy, and never listening to the sound advice.I was coughing when i woke up at 5ish am to conquer my 15km. I knew it's not

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After a series of lil runs i had this week, i succumbed to my illness --- bad ass sore throat. By that, i meant i brought sexy back. The husky, hoarse yet sexy voice has been here to stay. Minor pains here and there, mostly bodyaches, brought me thinking i am dead for Sunday's New Balance Real Run. Yikes! Panic panic panic. It's now a day before. My voicebox isn't anywhere perfect. I still sound

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It had finally dawned on me that I have barely two months to go. Yes, YongFeng, 7 weeks is a month odd. And those dreaded 42km across Singapore. It's a distance I have done a few times over. Why the fear? Tried going running a few times And I can't seem to overcome the 8km mark, how am I going to deal with those 42km? I went down to east coast park to show some love to the guys running Newton

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I had a conversation with some friends today, mulling over the lack of preparation for the year-end marathon. I signed up in May, thinking "i have six months, why panic?". Wrong move, with the amount of fluctuations and changes i have with work. With 9 weeks to go, i wonder about my plan for the race. I ran 5km last night. Then i knew it's time to panic. NINE MORE WEEKS! I told Matt "yea, i'll

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I remember when approaching the "big" 2-0 then, that i had views and dreams that 2-0 is really very old, and filled with big dreams. And i even made a pact to marry a friend of mine, if i turn 21 and was single then. That rolled around, and i was attached to someone else then, so nothing came out of that. The 20s was filled with excitement and partying, and making a new social market for myself.

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I spent the weekend, celebrating Sandra's birthday (Happy birthday my bff 2010 and cheers to turning 30), and spending the entire Sunday with Purdue mates. Purdue --- something that can't be replaced in my heart. Mark mentioned over dinner to his "friend" about how wonderful life would be if we all stayed at Hawkins, and how absolutely fun. His "friend" thinks it's childish. But hey, he's right.

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In a matter of days, i turn a digit older. And a new decade awaits. A decade gone by. When i was turning the big 2-0, i had my best mates with me, and i received a total of 13 soft toys, from Hello Kitty( i still have that) to Pooh Bears. I still talk to the same people from back in Purdue, and home in 310 (LA baby...). Even if we are miles away, i still miss them dearly, and we can always pick

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Having studied human communications throughly, through a couple of semesters in college, i thought i knew how to handle and understand how people read each other, and understand each other. I was wrong. I've been going through a very turbulent last few years with the office. The 9/11 crisis, the economic recession in 2009, and now the expansion, we've gone from free to very busy. I'm stretched

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As i hear the F-16s' engines roar by my window sill, i can't help but feel the pride being from Singapore. It's the nation's 45th birthday. And the 10th National Day celebration i've been home from US. As with most public holiday, it's family time. Today i had lunch with mom over brunch. We had a good chat over how Singapore has grown, and how happy we are living here. I had a 2pm deadline for

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I always felt that the customer is always right. Always always right, well there're always exceptions. I've been very exhausted from endless meetings, 12 hours notice period for meetings, and basically a change of my standard operating procedures. Does the customer recognize the pain in making the contractors / suppliers go through, when you force a change upon them? Do they realize the

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Being a businesswoman, i'm often faced with challenges. The same challenges i'm sure a lot of Small Medium sized Enterprises (SMEs) faces. Financial Cashflow, Balance Sheet, Profit & LossesRisky Business. Seemingly, the more risky the business venture seems, the more money it rolls. What aspects do we expand, if forced to do so?So what do i do? Do we try the new venture in baby steps? or go with

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This week i spent a whole lot of time in external meetings. I wonder if i walked out having a better idea of what i was to delegate to my staff, or if i even had any understanding at all. What is the right amount of time for a meeting? Does it make effective communication? Does it boost efficiency?Try six hours. I walked out monday morning, with a whole chunk of work waiting for me. I felt

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Before anyone thinks i'm having problems, i am. That is, with work. Emotional, physically, and psychological stress. People control and politics, and skivers, and workers. And i have a less than 100 employees company. I marvel at huge corporations, with massive scaling processes, and wondered how they make millions of dollars and control millions of people. How a successful leader is born, or is

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I met a friend over lunch some time last week, and he kindly told me that i lost weight, resulting in me having this silly grin to my face that day. Truth be told, even if i have a tough tomboyish front, i have the same insecurities and nonsense any other woman have : my weight issue. I dislike the fact i have flabby arms, flabby tummy, flabby thighs, flabs everywhere. I took up some sort of

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Those were the words i muttered, when i met Matthew & Danny at the carpark Sunday morning. "i tried...", pointing to my spandex cladded butt and running tank top. I woke up, wrestling with my devil who told me to stay in, on a nice gloomy Sunday morning. The better me won, got dressed and soon found my way on the expressway headed to East Coast Park to go for a run, a 7km run. Pitter patter, as i

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Those were the numbers i saw this morning at the back of a t-shirt my neighbor wore.The Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon t-shirt.Being the kaypoh (or known as nosey) Singapore-born, bred and educated individual, it always piqued my interest to see how everyone's timing for those 42.195km are. I know i won't be putting my timing on my tee for the world to see, as i felt ashamed of anything

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Once every 4 years, you either embrace it or loathe it. Most women loathe it. The punters in that demographic however love it. Orchard Road gets remarkably quieter during the evening, and now even on rainy days (well, if you haven't heard the news, it flooded like at least a foot high along the main stretch lately). Men skip family plans, using up whatever concessions or bag bribes they have

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It's been some time since i made changes to the blog. So now's a better time than any other ... with the introduction of easy to use navigation bars from blogger. Of the picture : i like the pic, courtesy of a friend of mine (kaachaphotos), it was taken when we were out grabbing a sandwich together. And the pic was taken randomly. I should really call him again, before he gets really busy with

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What do you get when you pack a Jetstar airplane with 23 other friends? Yes you heard right. TWENTY FOUR people. 2 4! Mayhem, laughter, chilling, and a extreme bunch of hating. We spent 5 days in Bali... well, 3 full days in Bali.I may not have come back more tanned, sssshhhh! i get even more tanned when out doing my thing : swim.bike.run. But i love the early mornings when i wake up, get to

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It's been a week since i began my soda diet. Every meal out becomes a challenge. Only then I realized how much i actually love that liquid in a can. Truth be told, i haven't noticed how much i actually adore Coca-cola, and what it does to me. I can probably tell you offhand about how much benefit i have from that brown liquid: i really enjoy a nice cold coke before i go for a run. And nothing

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My boyfriend calls me Johnny Walker.Why?I wanna keep on walking in the malls and everywhere else :)Keep on walking!

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While out for dinner last night, i had this weird eureka! moment of sorts. Maybe i shouldn't describe it as a eureka moment. I do know i've put on flab. I saw it with my own eyes in the fitting rooms, as i went shopping. Waiting in line for the dinner table to get ready, i remarked to my friend about the need to lose weight. Sigh, this is where the peer pressure sets in. Most of my friends are

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Life goes on. A month has passed. As i drove home earlier from Monday night yoga session, i tuned into the local radio stations. The song "Lose Yourself" by Eminem was on. I remembered Ben, and had a smile on my face. It was one of the songs he told me he would play before he set off on a ride. It would psych himself up in anticipation of the fun and the ride. Each time i hear it, it reminded me

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It's a rainy Monday. I woke up, feeling all ready to battle with my work problems. Work went well, surprisingly. Sometimes, when technical or manpower deployment issues are not considered the worst of the list of issues at work, it's usually the interpersonal relationships at work : the politics and the temperaments of employees. Sometimes, some things are better left unsaid, and let it sort

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"He will make a way, when there seems to be no ways. He works in ways you cannot see, He will make a way for you and me..."Lyrics that i have sung, as a little kid in Sunday School. Lyrics of a song that i never fail to hum even as i grow a little older each year, as i truly believe in my faith and religion. I have been down and despondent, sometimes even unmotivated, to make changes of any sort.

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"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned in life: It goes on." ~ Robert Frost.How true. It's been a few weeks since Ben has passed on. The wounds are fresh, but our lives moved on. Friends and customers have been asking me about my absence during the point of time when Ben laid in the hospital fighting to live on, till the day we sent him off to God. I felt the importance to continue

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Mr Benjamin Mok Chee Kong, aged 35, and another cyclist were involved in an accident with a vehicle on Sunday, 21st March 2010 at 2125hours. The police report places the accident site along Clementi Road, headed towards Upper Bukit Timah Road.Ben, a freelance writer and cycling enthusiast, traveled extensively to countries such as Malaysia, Thailand, Australia and the USA on solo cycling

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So the time came for 2010 Singapore Biathlon again. Matt has revealed in his blog about how it should be called Aquathlon, but we'll leave this to someone else to explain. The few days before, i was really unsure how i would do. I can count with the number of my fingers the number of runs and swims i have done in 2010. For your information, i have 10 fingers. and 10 toes. Yes i know, 10 runs /

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As Matthew always say, " do not against something that pays for your hobbies", i have embraced work differently. I've always been a workaholic of sorts. But sometimes, i'm only human and lose my cool. I've started leaving a lot more things in the hands of my trusty assistant. God bless their kind hearts. I've been working more on growing businesses and getting more welfare for my employees. I

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Do you know what you were doing at 0622 hrs anyday? I know what i was doing on Thursday morning. "Do you know the enemy, do you know your enemy. Gotta know your enemy. wah heyyy" sings the alarm. I rolled awake, walked to the bathroom, and walked back into bed. Thoughts flowed through my mind : Road Bed Road Bed? roadddd or bedddd...? My body's aching and tired, and could use more sleep. And i

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I'm not big on flowers, yet i can't deny how happy they make one feel. Just when you think the world is going to collapse on your shoulders, i had a pleasant surprise this morning. In the form of blue and white. Very nice colors, and selection. Something unexpected from a group of friends. :) Thank You, SBW. For the care & concern. And most importantly, for your love!

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I have been toying with fantastic ideas for some time. Even more so, when i realize i do not really have that much time to focus on training. Then i figured i need a sport to do with Mr. E. I always wanted to find something that could put us together and spend some time together, while i get to do something i love. So i figured why not Golf?I have golf gear sitting in my room that's collecting

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Sitting alone in the office on a friday before the Lunar New Year at 8pm is a very sad thing. Yet i figured i should pen the events down. This week alone, i've been through some emotional rollercoaster. It's as though life throws you a curveball, throwing it out of whack. All you can do is just muster some courage and walk on.In the midst of the week, I received a call from a friend who informed

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Over the past two months, as i sit slouched over my seat staring into my computer, i lamented, whined and bitched about how absolutely horrible my life is. I have been clocking 12 hour days trying to cope with my project. Two months down, i am coping surprisingly well, and am starting to let go of bits and pieces of the project. I realized i can't hold all the responsibilities, yet i had to. It's

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Sunday is always a day of rest. A day made more precious and valuable after i started working on the project, as i work mondays to saturdays. A day to catch up on family & friends. A day to get my ass out on the road, bright and early.There are some days i will rush home early on Saturday, anticipating the rush of Sunday mornings. There are some days i wake up, wondering why i am awake at

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Dear Matt and fans of Matt, who have ventured into my blog, Thank You for reading. And accompanying me thus far. While Matt has been lauded as somewhat of a counsellor and guiding light and pacer, and an extraordinary friend, i think he has to fail to see who i really am. Amidst that light that i am a tryathlete. He has helped me and encouraged me in my journey through my marathon. His words also

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Some days you are free. Others you are too busy. One should never forget the bad day, as well as they remember the good days. My mom puts it across to me that human beings are forgetful. They forget when they actually have so much time on hand that they can facebook all day, and when the work falls hard and fast on their laps, they forget that it's time to put in that extra mile. Being an

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Matt, besides being my running pacer, is someone who never fails to motivate me. His words kept repeating : don't be angry at something that pays for your hobbies. As the work starts to multiply, and my stress levels go haywire, i stop and think back on what he says. So the inner anger is gone.I need to go run.

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Recently, I had the privilege to covet a contract that supplies manpower to help deal with overflow issues faced by other contractors. The client planned a 100 piece per day workload for us, and told us to furnish guys. We went through a lot to hire the correct help to deal with the issue.However, it seems like i got the bad end of the deal. Especially when i see 11 piece a day. And i can't

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I fell sick right after the ride. Truth be told, i am not all well yet. I am every doctor's nightmare, the patient from hell. I can't sit still. My work is driving me crazy. So I did a brief session of yoga mid week in the midst of my tight schedule that cleared my nose, as i held my pose. That reaffirmed my faith that i had to move to breathe well. I made a few calls leading up to the weekend. I

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Twenty Ten.It's been 10 years since the millennium bug left us worried what would happen when our heavily reliant on IT society crosses the year 2000 mark. That ended up in dust. All our worries are for naught. Ten years on, has it been that long? We're now looking at 2012 to see if the world as we know it to be would cease to exist. I guess, for now, let's live it for the moment. And like Chris

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Ahhh yes, another year. I've been reading through my 2007 and 2008 entries with regards to my thoughts on the days that has passed. I felt truly appreciative of what went through the years, and how every event has changed and altered my life.I have the same bunch of friends and maybe more. I still have my SBW. Although in the last month or so, i've severely neglected them due to work. I'm really

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Out of the eight and half years i have been working, never once have i felt so appreciative of friends, nor the extent of work my employees deliver. I was recently given the chance to feel what it is like to forget what i was working on over the past few hours, only to realize it's 6pm (almost time to knock off), and i really haven't gotten anything done. Emerging out of office usually at 7-ish

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I have talked about post-race depression. So the Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon marks the end of another year, and it's the last race of the year. I wondered about motivation and energy to head out to run, especially when it's a few weeks to Christmas. In 08, i packed quite a fair bit of weight after marathon ended. Granted i was actually supposed to nurse my injury, i wasn't supposed to

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DRAFT COPY --- cos i am dazed after completing my marathon some 12 hours ago.Sitting and huddled up in bed now at 11pm, i thought about how today went. The day of my 2nd Marathon. I woke up after receiving two wake up messages from Matthew. At 320am, you can't help but feel confused about where you were and what you should be doing. I dragged myself out of bed and changed into my outfit. FYI, i

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I had pretty bad backaches leading up to the final week prior to Standard Chartered Singapore Marathon. I am talking about the stress my body has been going through during the course of the week. A couple of bad news got me caught up. I lost my appetite along with the increment of work stress. Sigh... i guess i can't do much about it, except to suck it up and walk on! I have to walk on, with

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So the 42.195km race is coming this weekend. 6 more days away. Do i feel scared? Yes. Well duh, i can't imagine 42km. Do i feel prepared? Well, a little less than last year. Err... a lot less. Now this morning, Matthew text messaged me about running in a pair of compression socks. This is a decision six days before a marathon. I question the style factor. It's going to look clownish. But like

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Over the past week, i've found a new running partner : Matthew. He's finished his IM Western Australia in 08, and headed for IM Langkawi in 2010. We've always been talking. And talking to me almost never fails to motivate me to continue to throttle on, despite whatever the naysayers may say. Truthfully, i never liked running with others. I know i will kill everyone cos i am not very fast. With

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I had a pretty awful run on the morning of New Balance Real Run 2009. Been nursing an incredible pain on my left ear, due to a ear infection, i came down with the usual Ear Nose Throat symptoms : flu and sore throat. At 3am that morning, my nose clogged up with phelgm. Still i persisted on going, as i haven't been waking up at 5am for a long time, and wondered what running in the morning felt

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Eve Originally uploaded by kaacha!!. A friend of mine took some pictures of me and my ride - My Mini CooperS recently. There were good ones and bad ones. Mostly due to the lack of sleep... and lack of exercise.Ahhh well, i think i still look good.

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I've been tired. Really tired. For the entire week leading up to Halloween. Perhaps it's the beer on tuesday with some of the guys who finished The North Face 50km or 100km Duo through the trails. It was tough race with the heat and steepness of those hills, i heard. Tempted to jump on the 2010 version of it, just for the kick of it. I still do try my very best to keep up with some form of

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As with all friends, and family, we need to communicate. And talking is, in my opinion, the best way to communicate. Sure there's always bonding over food, seriously crazy bonding over excessive amount of beer. For others, there's team sports or even individualistic sports like swimming, and training together in packs. But there's always talk. I do think my gift and downfall is my ability to talk

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Barely a month or two ago, i have subconsciously made up my mind that i won't take up diving. The time and money committed to such a leisurely sport would surely take a toll on my wallet. Fast forward to one day of mayhem hanging around, i thought "oh, why not?"One week of mulling whether to do it... interrupted by fears earthquakes and aftershocks, and of course, tidal waves. One week of class

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I am reluctant to admit how fast every September always seem to fly by, despite being event packed. I realized now, how soon i am to running yet another marathon, it's been almost a year. I also realized how little i have seen my own training mates. It was nice to have receive a message or two from the usual training mates. :) I posted a question on facebook asking, the friends i'm linked with,

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Dear friend,I hope you've been well. Everytime i see you smile, it tries to hide the amount of pain you have. The people around you feels it too. But we do not know how to approach it. We're all different when it comes to dealing with pain.Some of us are not as sensitive or new age. We just shrug it off, and bury ourselves into work. Some of us focus on sports, and try something new. Some turn to

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I've been out of action from training. and for a good reason : my birthday !I have to say, i had a good time this birthday.Wed night : A very awesome love-hating group that decided that we should celebrate my birthday at the stroke of midnight at Butter Factory. That was peppered with many drinks, and of cos celebrity sightings.Thursday : I went for stretch class, fell asleep there. No surprise

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Sometimes, you might just feel dreary and the sniffles are setting in. Who do you call ? The doctor?No... you call a bunch of friends who are crazy, who disses each other the minute they see each other, who eat a whole bunch, and laugh a whole lot. :)

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I don't consider myself being absolutely friend-less. I consider myself blessed with friends from all walks of life. I have a bunch of lunch mates whom i consider my buddies in life, i have an old bunch of drinking friends who are always good for decent happy hour, and a bunch of triathlete friends who i share a good number of hours with, in lycra(how glamorous). Each group unique of each other.

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To my dear triathlete (swim.bike.run) friends : whether you're the pro, the wannabes, the weekend warriors, or just casual Ever suffered from depression? Ever wonder how it felt? I am not referring to the kind whereby you suffer a heartache or something miserable, neither am i referring to the post-natal, or the work related type or family stress. I'm picking a topic that hits close to my heart :

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Hi, this is Erin Ashley HengBirth Date : 26th Aug 2009Hello World... isn't she a doll?She's my lil god-daughter

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Family...The people who put up with whatever shytt you give. The people who standby you. The people who support you at your training. The people who always never fails to encourage you and of cos, believe you can do it. The people who love you.  Tends to be the ones you do not spend enough time with, largely due to swim.bike.run, training ... or races.To my family. HELLO and here's to more 8

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Happy Birthday ET...And onwards to many more years... and youth sponsored by SK-II :) heh 

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I never liked vintage shops, or 2nd hand shops. I used to hate the feeling of used stuff, the same way i don't like others' hand-me-downs. Now, perhaps with the wave of going 70s, or 80s, in the style fraternity, i have embraced vintagey items. From my dad's watch, to having bags that look old but yet are new. And how about those chanel-inspired cardigans, shoes, and even that 2.55 that i've been

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Exactly __ number of years ago, my mom gave me the best toy on earth. She has brought me joy, and sorrow, fears, and pain, despair and disappointment, hope and faith, happiness and craziness, bitterness and sometimes i feel like wringing her neck. All the emotions one can possibly think of... rolled into one size : sasquatch!And she is my friend, my partner in crime, my sidekick. Most importantly

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My mom managed to find my late dad's watch. And it's still a gorgeous timepiece: Omega Seamaster DeVille, circa late 1960s. Even till now, i still think it looks good. But now at least i hold a piece of my father with me...

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So now that my aunt's been laid to rest, and i've had a good National Day weekend recharging myself. I spent that mostly sleeping. It's been a long time since i slept 10-11 hours at a go. I felt good and ready to rock the world again.  I've gone back to running. Mostly couple of kilometres, just to keep the engine going. And of cos, to check if the pain persists. I realized why i love running :

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A recent incident taught me to cherish and love the ones i love and care for even more. To not put off showing care and concern for that someone. To tell that someone they made a difference, an impact, and are significant in your lives. There'll be no regret then, just tears of happiness that you have been a part of them, and they are a part of you. ....before they slip away.... or have this

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It's been almost a year since i went for my first long distance race - Desaru Long Distance Triathlon.  Well, I'm still not prepared this year. This year, i guess it's worse. I know that it's a long race, that's hot, and miserable. The waves, and the water... 2 loops of 1km. Those hills... 3 loops of the bike course in the mid day sun. And running till the evening falls. Sigh... what have i done

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I've been waking up at 5ish all weekend. I had one heck of a weekend. I feel so unbelievably drained on Sunday. For the sake of shape run, i will roll awake, and to get some sort of run going. At 6ish Sunday morning, I went to grab Jac to meet up with Carol & Maye-E for the run. Jac & metried to find them but failed in the end and decided to just do our own thing. It was crowded and humid. When

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This is my first Port Dickson Triathlon. My very 2nd Olympic Distance race (1.5k swim.40k bike. 10k run). I got a lil excited over it, the night before the group of us drove up north. I don't know whether because it's like a mini break for me, or if it's pre-race jitters. I think it has to be jitters, i forgot to bring my house keys off my own car, and i forgot to pack my cycling and running

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I finally got off my lazy bum, and got myself on the saddle. And finally manage to sneak some mileage in on my bike. And i'm happy. Nevermind that i am slower than others. I just want to finish my Port Dickson race and of cos, thereafter the Desaru Long Distance Triathlon. I aim to finish, nothing more. Matthew pushed me along to go for a run, cos Reeves didn't feel good enough to go run. I am

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Sorry.I seemingly don't have time to workout.I guess that's the excuse everyone uses when they don't want to workout. Truth is, i'm too tired to workout. And my mantra is if i am too tired, i'm not going to be reap any benefits from my workout. Sure, i try to run. The weather isn't very encouraging either. It's been too warm.I should resolve to start training for 11th July weekend at Port Dickson

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I've been thinking and thinking. And tossing and turning. I can't help but feel that anxiety trying to get some sort of training schedule out for the upcoming triathlons. Sure i always tried to keep it cool, but i haven't cycled....I think i can run. I think i can swim.But now what? I'm sick. In bed. praying damn hard, that i don't get a cough or cold.

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my box is here.yay yay.clothes. clothes. clothes.I love it..... :)o only one thing, i failed to receive it.So it's at the post office.But what the heck.... my box is here.yay yay.

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A guy i met through repeated sightings along East Coast Park a year ago once told me "the drinks will catch up with you. Drinks and triathlon don't mix." I remembered clearly i laughed at his remark saying "never, i will not let this sport take away my lifestyle".Fast forward to mid 2009. Through the past few weekends, i cut down my drinks. Hey, I can't even recall when i had my last drink. I cut

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So Casey's birthday just passed some time back. Happy Birthday ...But what i am really happy about is my own group of everything buddies have started picking up running. Mr. E has started running, Casey started running, Barry's running. Yay, more to do together.I've been slowing down a fair bit, for my own good. I've been too tired, too busy at work. And with my SBW, these are the times i am

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I've been running a fair bit. Pretty happy running couple of 5k, waddling a lil. And loving the girls i train with. They make me laugh out crazily, and adding much joy to training. O wait, i'm just keeping my fitness.Random musings & sightings:1) Friendship is when a friend pushes you along, to make sure you complete the damn run. Gently putting his hand behind your back and accompanying you each

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Dear Casey my whore...,It's been an amazing few years. And every year, without fail, we would get together to celebrate your birthday. This year was no exception. Sorry that you were thinking why we didn't manage to make it on the day itself. Did we even make it on the day itself last year? I know we did have a cosy celebration two years ago at Wala Wala. We planned decoy birthday celebrations (

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Happy Birthday to my bff!I know you have enough lunch / tea / dinner... and of cos plenty of cakes, and not to mention booze. Well here's to less drunk nights... and more sober ones!And of cos, plenty of meow meow meow!

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Over dinner on Sunday, i got to catch up with my cousins. Cousins can be a funny thing, especially if you are barely a few years apart from each other. Others may have brothers and sisters, i have my cousins who are like my brothers and sisters. Growing up together throws away whatever manners and courtesy out of the window, and release all inhibitions, throw in more wit and humor into the

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You would often associate Easter weekend, with Easter eggs (chocolates...yumyum!), and of cos, in praise of God, who has died for our sins and rise again! I didn't manage to go to church, i didn't manage to eat chocolates either. I didn't even go the other extreme end of the spectrum : partying & drinking, like most would... all in celebrations over a long weekend.I was home early on the thursday

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