The world has seen the lost of a monumental figure in near history. An entrepreneur who can't spell 'success', most probably, he lived up to it non the less. He- who- shall- not- need- to- be- named, one of the King of Gambling in the region.
Ok, so he made a great fortune, and die rich. Now this is what make the difference between the East and West. Westerners would think to die rich is a humiliation. But Easterners, would rather cluster up their wealth and give it to their heir. Not that I'm against that, but the curse of 'Wealth lasting less than 3 generations' has been rooted in the civilization since untold time.
So when this guy died, it was the greatest funeral ever in the nation's memory (I'm not against that). Scores of people turned up, and each were given a sum of money for their appearance. Yeah you heard me right, they give away CASH! for the Lims, they get like RM500 for sharing some forgotten root, others got around RM100 to 200, also base on their root. No ones ever done this, don't think anyone would be next to do this!
For that amount of cash, wouldn't it be useful in some other places? What about the needy? So much for philanthropy. Guess what, Warren Buffett and Bill Gates would not go down that road.
Also fascinating is how different cultures' perception on death. I guess that really is a designated idea, but generally, people fear death rather to embrace it. Some glorify Death. The ability to coupe with death, is a sign of an evolved civilization.
To go deep into that issue would be under the Zen label, maybe next time. Good luck meeting Joe Black, Uncle Lim! Good journey, your memories had and will nourish so many more dreams, gamblers and entrepreneurs. Come to think of it, they are very similar too.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Series of Unfortunate Events
Has it ever occured to you, at one time, so many wretched incidents just seemed to pour in your way? It lasted for a few weeks, some dark, jinxed moment:
When I graduated, the book 'Rich Dad, Poor Dad' was topping the best seller's list. So many people trying to get rich quick, 'leveraging' or so. Being 'entreprising', and under peer influence, 3 of the guys put some money together and bought a condo for investment. 2 years later the guy who done the most job wanted out, there's when the nighmare began.
He actually did a good job securing a tenant for us, the nightmare happened a year later when the tenant moved out. It was unimaginably difficult to get a tenant, and especially the condo was near the other side of the city from where I lived. The agony of going there evry few days to stick ads, showing potentials around, and pressure of installment was no child's play. Felt so sorry for those wasted ads, we were killing trees!
When it finally worked out, we found that the washing machine was glitched... To get a repair man to door would cost a bomb, so I stuffed the semi- auto into my back seat. Having took it apart and studied it, the fault was remedied at the cost of less than RM20.00. Time and effort cost was unknown, satisfaction guaranteed and priceless.
OK, so there was a silver lining here. But a ghost from my past came haunting me. A summon issued from east coast 3 years ago forbided my license renewal. Much miseries and tormenting dealings with government red tapes, it was cleared.
No relieve yet, here came 2 minor car accidents and the damage somewhere around RM300, the other was beyong salvation. OK, I didn't bother to mend that scratch. Need a scar to remind me to stay focus!
Leaky roof was not the priviledge of government buildings, once such has cost us 'proud-home -owner' RM2000 for water prrofing work. If only I knew how it was done, there'll be a nother silver lining here too.
All these happened in just 4-5 weeks time... Explains my rather low EQ then. Now that I thought bout it, most couldn't have been avoided, I just needed to cool my mind when facing off with these 'challenges'.
Like the old chinese saying, when you loose something, you were bound to gain some... I'm still waiting...
When I graduated, the book 'Rich Dad, Poor Dad' was topping the best seller's list. So many people trying to get rich quick, 'leveraging' or so. Being 'entreprising', and under peer influence, 3 of the guys put some money together and bought a condo for investment. 2 years later the guy who done the most job wanted out, there's when the nighmare began.
He actually did a good job securing a tenant for us, the nightmare happened a year later when the tenant moved out. It was unimaginably difficult to get a tenant, and especially the condo was near the other side of the city from where I lived. The agony of going there evry few days to stick ads, showing potentials around, and pressure of installment was no child's play. Felt so sorry for those wasted ads, we were killing trees!
When it finally worked out, we found that the washing machine was glitched... To get a repair man to door would cost a bomb, so I stuffed the semi- auto into my back seat. Having took it apart and studied it, the fault was remedied at the cost of less than RM20.00. Time and effort cost was unknown, satisfaction guaranteed and priceless.
OK, so there was a silver lining here. But a ghost from my past came haunting me. A summon issued from east coast 3 years ago forbided my license renewal. Much miseries and tormenting dealings with government red tapes, it was cleared.
No relieve yet, here came 2 minor car accidents and the damage somewhere around RM300, the other was beyong salvation. OK, I didn't bother to mend that scratch. Need a scar to remind me to stay focus!
Leaky roof was not the priviledge of government buildings, once such has cost us 'proud-home -owner' RM2000 for water prrofing work. If only I knew how it was done, there'll be a nother silver lining here too.
All these happened in just 4-5 weeks time... Explains my rather low EQ then. Now that I thought bout it, most couldn't have been avoided, I just needed to cool my mind when facing off with these 'challenges'.
Like the old chinese saying, when you loose something, you were bound to gain some... I'm still waiting...
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Serendipity
It all started with a girl. That girl. The girl I met in KLIM, my first run. There were too many people I recalled. She vanished into the crowd, leaving a mere 2 seconds impression in my mind. Shallow as it might be, the image would only surface when I ran. That's why I couldn't stop. And I went to as many running events there were, hoping to see her again.
But never did I see her again. Was I chasing dejaa- vu? How could I not see her in my dreams, but at terminal velocity? I could give up, drop this illusion, just like that. Or could I?
By now, running has a new meaning, a zen- like experience, a state of meditation- in- motion. I don't know how, but it just happened.
First I was thinking, why am I suffering this? Is it worth it? Can I stop now? How far to go? When this is over, I'm so quiting. When I finished running, I told myself: look, it's not that hard, I didn't die! If this couldn't kill me, it'll make me stronger. And some minor vanity came with it. So let's do it again!
After some time, I kind of relate running to life. Everyone starts from the same point at birth, on the starting line. And everyone ends at the same ending line, which is death. One could choose to run effortlessly, and stand no chance of winning. Or one could try his best, though not winning, is worth the try.
If one won, he must had trained hard, and there's no luck in here. Physical attributes play trivial role, mind is the only deciding element. There is no short cut, no free lunch. All effort put in will not be in vain, thought it may look futile at first, but it grows gradually until a point of saturation. There is a limitation, which one set for himself, but it could be reset after time.
Winning aside, it's good to have a bunch of friends who share the same interest in these activities. That makes the road to the end an enriching journey, joyous and interesting.
There's always another run to look forward to, like Penang Bridge run later this month, Adidas King of the Road in August, Awana Trail Blazer in September, Singapore Marathon in December. Would I ever see her again? Meet someone else, I hope too.
But never did I see her again. Was I chasing dejaa- vu? How could I not see her in my dreams, but at terminal velocity? I could give up, drop this illusion, just like that. Or could I?
By now, running has a new meaning, a zen- like experience, a state of meditation- in- motion. I don't know how, but it just happened.
First I was thinking, why am I suffering this? Is it worth it? Can I stop now? How far to go? When this is over, I'm so quiting. When I finished running, I told myself: look, it's not that hard, I didn't die! If this couldn't kill me, it'll make me stronger. And some minor vanity came with it. So let's do it again!
After some time, I kind of relate running to life. Everyone starts from the same point at birth, on the starting line. And everyone ends at the same ending line, which is death. One could choose to run effortlessly, and stand no chance of winning. Or one could try his best, though not winning, is worth the try.
If one won, he must had trained hard, and there's no luck in here. Physical attributes play trivial role, mind is the only deciding element. There is no short cut, no free lunch. All effort put in will not be in vain, thought it may look futile at first, but it grows gradually until a point of saturation. There is a limitation, which one set for himself, but it could be reset after time.
Winning aside, it's good to have a bunch of friends who share the same interest in these activities. That makes the road to the end an enriching journey, joyous and interesting.
There's always another run to look forward to, like Penang Bridge run later this month, Adidas King of the Road in August, Awana Trail Blazer in September, Singapore Marathon in December. Would I ever see her again? Meet someone else, I hope too.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Priceless
Always had a thing for Audrey Tautou since ‘Da vinci Code’, though I still can’t pronounce her name. Should watch her latest film, translated ‘Priceless’ from French ‘Hors De Prix’. She has never disappointed me. The whole production crew deserves a word of praise too.
From the intellectual investigator to the vain seductress, Audrey had proven herself an actress and more. Movies aside, she had to be really bright in real life to display that level of facial expressions. And also gone through a lot in life as well.
In the end, just want to say brainy chicks turn me on. How conceited. If only she would put on a few pounds, anorexic is not in the league of beauty.
All I want
Heroes had aired the season finale, happy ending I guess. Couldn’t wait for the second season to commence! It had been an inspiring experience, if not entertaining and full of twists.
If you had power, some miraculous ability to do something you knew what others couldn’t do, what would you choose? Would you like to be just a normal person, or else use your power and be a hero?
Maybe that depends on how brave you are. Each of us have the potential, some just too afraid to use it or had always doubted it, like Claire and maybe Peter. But when they found the strength and believe in it, they can make a huge difference.
Personally I like Sylar, and I can relate to him. The ability to see how things work and what makes them tick, is absolutely what this world needs. People need the truth and answers, he can give them that. If he could repair watches or rather, time pieces, he could repair the rotten part of this world! I’ll elect him president if he did this.
Well no point sitting on my butt, better do something so I can be a hero. How? Well I had looked at books on brain’s anatomy and ‘Brain Surgeries for Dummies’, they didn’t help. Instead I bought ‘A Brief History of Time’ by prof. Hawkins, to learn how to bend time onto space. Space is 3- dimensional and time 4th- dimensional, so if only I could get to the fifth dimension like Hiro…
This one is more practical: ‘How minds work’ by Tony Buzan. It’s long established what prof. Suresh emphasized: If men could tap into the full potential of the brain, men could actually be worthy of God. Sylar is analyzing how different brains of heroes worked. It seems all that matter is the grey matter.
Ok, wish me luck on this. All I want is to become a Hero.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Liar Liar
Met an old fren of more than 10 years, he's happily married and expecting a child. Both husband and wife are tertiary educated, so I believe they have achieve certain level of intellectual advantage. Until they brought to my attention the existance of IPC marketing, or something that sounds like it.
Having shown me some newspaper cutting including officiation by some minister and 'Superbrand' award, this is actually a scheme to make quick money without much of hard work. I think Einstein will agree that this is even more powerful than 'compound interest' and ranked as the 9th wonder of the worlds (reminds me of Heroes).
Histories and mechanism of this scheme aside, I deduced that this is an grotesque manifestation of capitalism. Or is it Idealism? No work, high pay... Idiotism sounds more logical. Using China and its abundant opportunities as bait, they'll lure unexpected or should I say, dense victims into joining member and pay a fee of RM 1k plus. Relatively small amount for an investment, nothing much to loose, it seems.
This kind of schemes aside, almost evry other day there's news bout SMS prize scam, telephone prize scams, internet scams (no longer a new thing), even telephone court case scams... People are so predictable, and conmen are always thinking of new ways to manipulate the human weakness. I really don't sympathize them, neither condoning act of the likes. But as long as there are numskulled, conmen can always thrive.
Another interesting internet phenomenon is project '2nd Life'. 1 of the ways for loosers to escape reality and hoping to make virtual money... Yes, some people actually made some $$ (Linden Lab especially), but the whole thing gives me a scam feeling... Bubble building up waiting to burst, and then we'll see many people, mostly not so dense but more of a risk taker, see their own end.
Old school thoughts aside, I came to realise this whole reality is actually about trust and lies. Each day we were facing, decisions made based on how much you believe in something, or how you decipher lies. Under this context, self confidence is instrumental in ones ultimate success. You did it when most people believe in you, including your doubtful self!
So, are there no such thing as magic?
Having shown me some newspaper cutting including officiation by some minister and 'Superbrand' award, this is actually a scheme to make quick money without much of hard work. I think Einstein will agree that this is even more powerful than 'compound interest' and ranked as the 9th wonder of the worlds (reminds me of Heroes).
Histories and mechanism of this scheme aside, I deduced that this is an grotesque manifestation of capitalism. Or is it Idealism? No work, high pay... Idiotism sounds more logical. Using China and its abundant opportunities as bait, they'll lure unexpected or should I say, dense victims into joining member and pay a fee of RM 1k plus. Relatively small amount for an investment, nothing much to loose, it seems.
This kind of schemes aside, almost evry other day there's news bout SMS prize scam, telephone prize scams, internet scams (no longer a new thing), even telephone court case scams... People are so predictable, and conmen are always thinking of new ways to manipulate the human weakness. I really don't sympathize them, neither condoning act of the likes. But as long as there are numskulled, conmen can always thrive.
Another interesting internet phenomenon is project '2nd Life'. 1 of the ways for loosers to escape reality and hoping to make virtual money... Yes, some people actually made some $$ (Linden Lab especially), but the whole thing gives me a scam feeling... Bubble building up waiting to burst, and then we'll see many people, mostly not so dense but more of a risk taker, see their own end.
Old school thoughts aside, I came to realise this whole reality is actually about trust and lies. Each day we were facing, decisions made based on how much you believe in something, or how you decipher lies. Under this context, self confidence is instrumental in ones ultimate success. You did it when most people believe in you, including your doubtful self!
So, are there no such thing as magic?
Mother's Day Special
Lady: I wish I was a mother.
Man: Well I can help you with that, 1 the simple way and another the elaborate way.
Lady: How's that work?
Man: Simple way is that I can call you 'mom'. Elaborate way is that you can fill up this form to adopt a child.
I have my parents to thank their conversation was not such. Happy Mother's Day!
Who wants to be a mother now?
Man: Well I can help you with that, 1 the simple way and another the elaborate way.
Lady: How's that work?
Man: Simple way is that I can call you 'mom'. Elaborate way is that you can fill up this form to adopt a child.
I have my parents to thank their conversation was not such. Happy Mother's Day!
Who wants to be a mother now?
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Speed: Cruise Control
Being an 'excuse- aholic' sometimes, I always think of excuses before embarking on something. Lack of confident maybe? Or just my weak personality? Came PD half marathon, my excuses should I did worse was: my shoes were yet to be conditioned. Even on the day itself, another excuse was ... raining.
The long shower lasted through out the race, I must admit, my pants was wet, but not by me. It got stronger a while, weaker sometimes, and wind was kind of pushing me off my track. Not to mention pools and puddles of mud with occasionally cars driving into them. Splash!
There was no need to slow down for water station nor sponge station, we were all constantly hydrated. Air was crispy cool all the time, each intake counteracted the hot blood rushing to the lungs, sending fresh oxidised blood to the heart. Efficiency was up by 10% or more!
Yet there was no euphoric- orgasm feeling for the whole journey. Must remember to wear a non- absorbant- sleeveless shirt next time. Part of the road I was shirtless, I'd always wanted to do that. No police chasing after me for obscenity, hahaha!
After 10 km, the race was about how strong one's mind is. Training was good, but mind is more important. Knowing the fact I'd done it once, I could do it again, helped. It's always hard to start something, not so hard to keep it going, but kind of hard to go faster. That, was Newton's Law.
It was again the jubilant moment to cross the finishing line, even more exciting to get a meddle, and utterly astonished to learn that the time was 2 hours 8 minutes! My personal best! Phew...
So there was no need to use any excuse, but to train harder. It'll be a whole new experience when I'm back on the treadmills, knowing what I'm capable of. Next: breaking the 4km within 20mins barrier!
The long shower lasted through out the race, I must admit, my pants was wet, but not by me. It got stronger a while, weaker sometimes, and wind was kind of pushing me off my track. Not to mention pools and puddles of mud with occasionally cars driving into them. Splash!
There was no need to slow down for water station nor sponge station, we were all constantly hydrated. Air was crispy cool all the time, each intake counteracted the hot blood rushing to the lungs, sending fresh oxidised blood to the heart. Efficiency was up by 10% or more!
Yet there was no euphoric- orgasm feeling for the whole journey. Must remember to wear a non- absorbant- sleeveless shirt next time. Part of the road I was shirtless, I'd always wanted to do that. No police chasing after me for obscenity, hahaha!
After 10 km, the race was about how strong one's mind is. Training was good, but mind is more important. Knowing the fact I'd done it once, I could do it again, helped. It's always hard to start something, not so hard to keep it going, but kind of hard to go faster. That, was Newton's Law.
It was again the jubilant moment to cross the finishing line, even more exciting to get a meddle, and utterly astonished to learn that the time was 2 hours 8 minutes! My personal best! Phew...
So there was no need to use any excuse, but to train harder. It'll be a whole new experience when I'm back on the treadmills, knowing what I'm capable of. Next: breaking the 4km within 20mins barrier!
Self Made Hero
Ngae is back from 'Marathon Des Sables'. We've met and shared, it was most exhilarating. He is a hero among us. Only, among us. For such achievement, if you've expected wide coverage by the media, you'd be disappointed.
I wonder what Ngae's gona do next? That's the highest anyone can go in their pyramid of needs, self actualization. There's no regret in life, and that's what's life should be. Doing the things you like most, going all out and achieving it.
So if you hate your job, or don't know what you like to do, start doing something new. That might open up new doors, give you a glimpse of what's really out there than the internet. Or blogs, for this matter, hahaha
I wonder what Ngae's gona do next? That's the highest anyone can go in their pyramid of needs, self actualization. There's no regret in life, and that's what's life should be. Doing the things you like most, going all out and achieving it.
So if you hate your job, or don't know what you like to do, start doing something new. That might open up new doors, give you a glimpse of what's really out there than the internet. Or blogs, for this matter, hahaha
Saturday, April 7, 2007
From Happy Feet to Happy Penis
No, Happy Penis had nothing to do with Happy Feet. Now you see, Mr. Happy Penis is an icon who is living the real 'Malaysian Dream'. Mawi and Dato K aside, that is.
Every little child in the country knows bout the story of this small village boy with a very humble background, rise to the top of fame as a local hero. Despite his effort to remain anonymous and helping the needy in shadows, he was made famous by an enemy who invaded his modesty. Alas, true hero had the last victory and he was granted a Palace by the King, and as all the children know, they lived happily ever after.
From a village in the Melacca state, he started off like every other ordinary Malaysian, he worked as a railroad operator, clerk, etc. He worked hard, and soon his perseverance and determination won him many hearts. A samaritan, many regard him as a father figure. They had stand up to defend him in his hard time, calling him 'Bapa'.
Most heroes were remembered for their single heroic act, but this Hero, he had done so many good deeds so quietly; though trivial to some, all that he safed always speak fondly of him.
On his course defending the weaks and mustering a petty wealth, he developed envious enemies. They attacked him, tearing down his earnest 'Satay House' with libelous accusations that it was illegally erected. They used the legal term: 'Erectile Dysfunction'. It was the darkest moment in history, evil had its first laugh. Further violent allegations had cost him his job in a Local Public Service Center. He volunteerily accepted his 'Premature Ejaculation'.
When the world gang up upon him, he didn't loose his faith in people and continued his benevolence acts. Soon the King knew about his perilous effort to make the world a better place. He was granted a piece of land to construct a Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged, what he does best.
Today, his noble achievement is widely known among Malaysia, his children are respectable patriots in the same Local Public Service Center, vowing to follow his footsteps. Many has learned well from his chivalrous undertaking and setting up many other Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged in the country. It is forseen that his true story will go down well in the history marking the beginning of a golden era in this country.
So it seems, all (maybe most) of the kids in this country want to grow up and be like Mr. Happy Penis. Truly a 'Malaysian Dream' comes true.
Every little child in the country knows bout the story of this small village boy with a very humble background, rise to the top of fame as a local hero. Despite his effort to remain anonymous and helping the needy in shadows, he was made famous by an enemy who invaded his modesty. Alas, true hero had the last victory and he was granted a Palace by the King, and as all the children know, they lived happily ever after.
From a village in the Melacca state, he started off like every other ordinary Malaysian, he worked as a railroad operator, clerk, etc. He worked hard, and soon his perseverance and determination won him many hearts. A samaritan, many regard him as a father figure. They had stand up to defend him in his hard time, calling him 'Bapa'.
Most heroes were remembered for their single heroic act, but this Hero, he had done so many good deeds so quietly; though trivial to some, all that he safed always speak fondly of him.
On his course defending the weaks and mustering a petty wealth, he developed envious enemies. They attacked him, tearing down his earnest 'Satay House' with libelous accusations that it was illegally erected. They used the legal term: 'Erectile Dysfunction'. It was the darkest moment in history, evil had its first laugh. Further violent allegations had cost him his job in a Local Public Service Center. He volunteerily accepted his 'Premature Ejaculation'.
When the world gang up upon him, he didn't loose his faith in people and continued his benevolence acts. Soon the King knew about his perilous effort to make the world a better place. He was granted a piece of land to construct a Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged, what he does best.
Today, his noble achievement is widely known among Malaysia, his children are respectable patriots in the same Local Public Service Center, vowing to follow his footsteps. Many has learned well from his chivalrous undertaking and setting up many other Social Care and Aid for the underpriviledged in the country. It is forseen that his true story will go down well in the history marking the beginning of a golden era in this country.
So it seems, all (maybe most) of the kids in this country want to grow up and be like Mr. Happy Penis. Truly a 'Malaysian Dream' comes true.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Happy Feet
Two days since the KLIM run, thighs felt sore and hurt at any attempt to move faster. Unable to bend legs and having trouble going up staircases. Both feet could use a little massage, and a lot of rest. It seemed there'd be no running for another few more days!
Can’t believe I’d cross the finishing line, coach and the rest were all there. I told them my time was 2:29:55, they said I did a good job! I just wanna take off my shoes, my dear Reebok since 2002, the sole fell off. They were strong, they were loyal, and they didn’t give way till the last 100 metres. With great difficulty, I sat down on the pavement, despite the scorching heat.
From SOGO, the STAR LRT was in sight, I gathered all that’s left of my strength and dashed for the ‘FINISHING LINE’ banner. Came closer, I saw the signboard and remembered that we had to go around the block one more time. Like the Chinese saying, ‘Strength and spirit high at the 1st roll of drum, fade away at the 2nd roll, and die off at the 3rd’. I felt like the fourth, maybe fifth… Like a zombie, I hauled my stiffened body ahead.
Such onerous suffering, could there be an answer to the question I sought? Am I just chasing wind? One thing for sure, I don’t want to be swept, I want to make it under the qualifying time. This is a test, if I failed, it’ll make my subsequent trial even more perilous.
The fatigue gave rise to a new sensation, sparking new ideas as I shambled forward like a lemming. If, life was a race, the ones who were well prepared and trained will get top places. Most would just barely qualify, some would fail. Everybody heads for the same destination; some would get there first because of the effort they put in much earlier on. And these efforts build up not in just one day, but it gradually and continuously shape the future of the person.
Almost half way thru, I felt my weight lightened, breathing eased, and movement smoothened. I picked up pace, overtaking a few people, and yet I felt like nothing! I was told later that I might be in the state of ‘Runner’s High’… kind of like orgasm while running…
Sky was dark, but the road was well lit. I tried to free my mind and concentrate only on breathing and pacing, much like when Neo’s attempting his first jump (Remember Matrix?). My eyes were wandering, that I couldn’t help. Couldn’t make out those KL roads, they looked so different, and so long.
In the midst of runners, feeling lonely as the clock on
Friday, March 30, 2007
Sahara
Sahara, the
This year, 2 Malaysians are going to challenge this 250km run, 6 days across the forbidden earth. We call him Ngae, he’s practicing law, and he’s as old as this country. And Dr. Tan, 51, I’ve only met him the day before they departed to
These 2 people are blessed with a happy family, successful carrier, and friends. Not just any friend, but people who would actually care for you, give you the best, and see the best in you, true friends that is. Treasure.
Basically I would think they are the lucky ones with no regrets in life. But why? Why the torment? Risking life, even permanent disabilities, for something most would regard as insanity? When one has everything, eventually he would want fame. But this is utterly the last thing on earth anyone would do for fame. So rule out fame. Is it a spiritual thing? 20 grand (each!) aside, it may literally cost them an arm and a leg! Doing this for Charity HOSPIS Malaysia doesn’t cut.
There’s only one way to find out, get into their shoes. So, I signed up for KL International Marathon, 21km run. That’s the best I could do for now. It’s the day before the run we saw them leaving for KLIA, and I’ll remember the inspiration for a long time. Tomorrow, the finishing line is 21km away. The date is 17th March 2007.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Run, Kelvin... Run!
I just took up running, positive influence from a very positive group of frens! Yes, go get a positive group of frens, ask me if you need any help.
This group of frens always say: Kelvin you are cut out to run, you know? I was like, really? ok, so we shall see. So I signed up for the SMART tunnel run, some 11 march sunday.
B4 I even started running, i had this idea that since it was newly constructed, it might be all dusty and clogged air etc. The organiser were indeed smart, to lure some 3,000 strong men and women to vacuum this mess. How many would leave the tunnel alive? And since it IS the GOVERNMENT, who know someone might pressed the wrong button and flood the whole tunnel?
Headlines: SMART Tunnel Run ends up a Swimming Competition, Unknown Floaters Still Found.
When i actually entered the tunnel, it felt ok. Deeper into it, the air was getting thin, or it was just me. Bout 2.5 km before the end of the return tunnel, the first of the lady runners who started 10 minutes after the guys, overtook me. That's not very good, but i could hardly pace myself... Thinking of giving up, but hey, that was just a thought.
Crossing the finishing line felt good, but i didn't get my time... Dang! Some fast runner complete 13.5km in 62 minutes, that's very good! Eric did 62mins, he'd done iron man! So from now on, he'll be my benchmark. Some Kenya runners did it in 40 something minute... Average speed bout 17km/hour!!
I was back on the threadmill on Tuesday, guess my effort paid off. By the way, I could do 3.5km within 20 minutes! That is the minimum fitness requirement if you wanna be an Astronaut. Learned that from the newspaper when they were looking for the 1st Malaysian Astronaut. Otherwise known as Can-or-nout.
Eric said his training requires him to do 5km in 20 minutes!! Wow... I'll start with 3.75... Just got slightly comfortable with 3.5, but that was the minimum anyway. Next Sunday will be KL International Marathon... Not sure If i were ready...
This group of frens always say: Kelvin you are cut out to run, you know? I was like, really? ok, so we shall see. So I signed up for the SMART tunnel run, some 11 march sunday.
B4 I even started running, i had this idea that since it was newly constructed, it might be all dusty and clogged air etc. The organiser were indeed smart, to lure some 3,000 strong men and women to vacuum this mess. How many would leave the tunnel alive? And since it IS the GOVERNMENT, who know someone might pressed the wrong button and flood the whole tunnel?
Headlines: SMART Tunnel Run ends up a Swimming Competition, Unknown Floaters Still Found.
When i actually entered the tunnel, it felt ok. Deeper into it, the air was getting thin, or it was just me. Bout 2.5 km before the end of the return tunnel, the first of the lady runners who started 10 minutes after the guys, overtook me. That's not very good, but i could hardly pace myself... Thinking of giving up, but hey, that was just a thought.
Crossing the finishing line felt good, but i didn't get my time... Dang! Some fast runner complete 13.5km in 62 minutes, that's very good! Eric did 62mins, he'd done iron man! So from now on, he'll be my benchmark. Some Kenya runners did it in 40 something minute... Average speed bout 17km/hour!!
I was back on the threadmill on Tuesday, guess my effort paid off. By the way, I could do 3.5km within 20 minutes! That is the minimum fitness requirement if you wanna be an Astronaut. Learned that from the newspaper when they were looking for the 1st Malaysian Astronaut. Otherwise known as Can-or-nout.
Eric said his training requires him to do 5km in 20 minutes!! Wow... I'll start with 3.75... Just got slightly comfortable with 3.5, but that was the minimum anyway. Next Sunday will be KL International Marathon... Not sure If i were ready...
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