words
Sunday, August 02, 2009
omg school starts tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep… wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you… The one who turns to his friends and says, ‘that’s her.’"
-extract from xinyi's blog
i think thats damn true and applies to everyone.
Monday, July 06, 2009
"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs.
Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls."
written by Saib-e-Tabrizi
quoted from a thousand splendid suns.
you understand what it means?
Sunday, June 21, 2009
i can't read your mind.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
in relation to the previous post.
here is the second portion, part B, the sequel.
(if you have not read it, please do before you continue on this)
it is in my interest that you pick up or maybe learn extra lessons from here as well.
in running a marathon, there are some lone rangers,
prefering to fly solo, individual, solitary.
they take comfort in the music, rhythmn and blues rhapsodies to bubble gum pop.
many others meanwhile enjoy the presence of a friend, a running buddy.
and many times we neglect their importance, their value.
they come in all shapes and sizes and come from all walks of life.
they could be a brother, a sister, a friend, a colleague, a lover,
or simply just a stranger who enjoys the same hobby as you.
they multi-task as pacers, motivaters, counsellors and paramedics.
but do be very careful in your selection of your buddy,
keep an eagle eye out on the fraudulent, the cons.
the actors that put on their best performance while they await benefits.
and abandon, mutine against you when the show is over.
the thieves that prey on the weak runners,
armed with knieves that spare no blood, ready to penetrate your back
abscond with the championship that was supposed to be yours.
trust has to be mutual and rapport is not an overnight yield.
of all the black sheep, there is of course the ideal partner.
possesses the right attitude and the right aptitude
perfectly suited for your trainings, your regimes.
your pillar of strength, your source of support
a maestro with emotions, your emotions.
like a skilled mind reader, he consummately taps onto your peripheral receptors.
translates your expressions of smirks and smiles into pleasure and pain.
he/she knows when to repeat chants of motivation or retreat into solitude.
he/she works with you hand in hand while you raise your threshold level notch by notch.
he/she bears quietly, patiently with your mood swings, your tempestutous outbursts.
he/she and you exist as a team, not a separate entity.
you do know that. you should know that.
when the race begins, your buddy aligns him/herself shoulder by shoulder with you.
maybe they will be behind, keeping an eye on you, watching your back.
but they will not be ahead, definitely not ahead.
this is because a true friend does not leave the other in the lurch.
kilometre by kilometre, the person beside you, your pacer, your trainer, your friend
keeps stride, maintains pace with you.
upholding all the beliefs, and all the principles we have mentioned before.
the true test of friendship is time, and only time will tell, you remind yourself.
you and your buddy is fighting this war together, progressing ahead as one.
any sprains, tears, cramps talked about in the previous post should be met by immediate buddy aid, a shoulder to lean on. and when in no condition to continue, he/she will cease their participation and assist til professional help is rendered.
there should be no fratricide.
when the finish and start line is no longer in sight, you and your buddy should handle this test together. he/she provides reassurances whenever you require one and never encourages you to quit prematurely.
he/she should be the reason you continue to outdo yourself and not clip your wings.
even admist his own pain, his own hardship in the gruelling journey, he remembers to constantly update you on the situation at hand, showing concern on your current condition.
the end point nears, he steps up his game so you can step up yours too.
you remember competition is the only reason for improvement.
you show faith in your own ability, giving them their due respect in their own ability.
he/she surges ahead not to spite you, not a betrayal but instead a reminder.
your paces like his, widen and you begin your chase.
before you condemn him as judas, he nears the finish line and slows, his head turns and he awaits you.
he awaits you to cross this finish line together.
this journey you have set out together, the goal.
he wants to share the moment with you. in an innocent sense.
bask together in full glory.
the crowd cheers.
and you cheer.
you know that this man/lady beside you is truely a champion, a trusty buddy.
time will tell, you were reminded.
and yes time has spoken, and this man/lady has won your trust and in years to come will continue to be an aide and a worthy friend.
little credit is given to friendships like this.
today i honor them.
they are heroes. unsung heroes.
for you, a thousand times over.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
in the wake of recent endurance run events,
this post is dedicated to mat.
liken it to the rat race to life
and maybe, just maybe you will be able to derive invaluable lessons.
marathons are a test of one's tenacity, willpower and of course ability.
marathons, unlike a sprint, is not just about haste,
its a build up of stamina and endurance.
i borrow a line many would have came across.
consistency is the best policy,
the competitors that pull ahead now may not be able to sustain their lead
likewise the participants trailing now may not biting dust in the end.
i quote the proverbial "its not how you start the race but how you end it"
the race begins with a million over-zealous racers, eager to win the championship.
some ignorant, amateurs, make do with a light, quadriceps stretch,
others simply ignore the warm up routine.
suffering, in the form of cramps, sprains and tears, is the price they may have to pay later in the race.
the seasoned professional makes no such mistake, devoting a huge portion of their pre race time to a thorough stretch, from the pectoralis to the achilles tendon.
a simple charge, finetuning the engine for the long run ahead goes a long way.
the whistle blows, the gunshot resonates, the flare goes off.
all of which signals the beginning, the start of the 42 gruelling kilometres.
many call it madness, self inflicted torture
to the lion hearted, its a challenge, a victory to pride themselves on.
the race kicks off and everything is thrown into the back of the mind.
the road ahead is long and trecherous,
for the average runner, they will get average results.
good timings are achieved through hardwork, endless disciplined training regimes and of course proper diet and so forth.
a combination of factors that does not arrive in a day, it is a collective effort put together with the tight training schedule, i.e consistency.
kilometre by kilometre, your sole burns the ground.
heat envelops your body, smoke raising from the dri-fit shirts,
beads of sweats form up in your forehead, your torso, your legs, your eyes.
every blade of grass you pass, you dread.
the lactic acid forbids your next movement, distorts your thinking.
with every step of this journey you wish you had never started,
you wish the cars on the highway would stop,
bring you home to the comforts of your room, your google box.
if you give up now, all that you have worked for will be nullified, be in vain.
only the worthy, the true champions enjoy the revolutionary road, take in the sights.
the middle 24 kilometres you reached, with nothing but the finish line to look forward to is the greatest test of all the qualities we had mentioned before.
this is where consistency plays the most important role.
while many start to slow, you have to keep going, at the same pace if not faster.
weaver you shall not as you have come too far to turn around now.
30 kilometres and counting, your cerebellum plays tricks on you.
its now mind over matter. fatigue and stress is beyond you.
35 kilometres and counting, your hearbeat accelerates.
you can feel the finishing line now, its so close yet so far.
you know its another 7 click to go but you feel tired.
just a little bit more you tell yourself and you orchestrate your next step.
looking at your timex ironman watch, the seconds feel like mintues and the minutes like hours. you know you are no where near world record time but you are at your best, the fastest your legs can carry.
that is all that matters.
this is where you have no regrets, this is where you should have no regrets.
win or lose you have no qualms, all who cross the line are winners.
40 kilometres and counting, you see many around you picking up pace.
the final stretch your head alerts you like a rhetoric alarm.
your paces increase, your strides widen as you keep up to those around you.
competition is the best reason for improvement. you should know that.
41 kilometres and counting, your senses heighten amid the pain in your knees, the blisters on your sole, the abrasions on your groin your neck, everywhere.
throw everything in, you know your hardwork should be recognized.
it will be recongised.
intensive training for the past few weeks, few months cant go wrong.
"consistency is the key" you reminded yourself.
last few hundred metres.
this is where you cant afford lapses.
your timing, your victory, your pride depends on it.
time for the final sprint.
godspeed you wish upon yourself.
you garner all the metabolism your body can offer.
your energy seems boundless, you break out into a run and then a sprint.
you see people, familiar and unfamiliar all cheering you on.
cups of isotonic water on the benches in front awaiting,
the time displayed above the byeline satisfactory, actually more than satisfying,
its exhilirating. you raise your hands in triumph, true bliss you made it so far.
the efforts you given, you contributed is now for the world's viewing.
although not the first, you break down in tears again, this time tears of joy. jubliant supporters of yours give you congratulatory hugs and you shake the hand of your nearest competitor, your enemy both ahead and behind you.
that is true sportsmanship you were taught.
and it is with this spirit, you brought on your best.
consistency is the key. and now you know.
for your knowledge, this author has not participated in any race beyond 12kilometres, i.e a quarter marathon.
and the above post is purely an imagination on his part to provide an anecdote that consistency is the way to go.
i apologise if you have just wasted your time reading it.
any characters resembling anyone, both living and otherwise are purely coincidental.
impossible is nothing. how true.
Monday, June 08, 2009
i'm suffering from what many call the writer's block.
i choose to call it ignorance,lack of knowledge and amateur grasp of the language.
