Yesterday was a beautiful milestone for both myself and Gone Cyclin’. Like reaching most milestones, it brought me back to a place which now seem so foreign, an older version of me. A place where I was unaware of how capable my body is. Life is really accidental, two years ago I decided to climb South East Asia tallest summit,
Last night I spoke with a friend who has been struggling to figure out what he wants to do with his life: something that most of us struggle with. I truly believe that if you have a passion for something: anything is possible. A friend shared this 3 min video with me a year ago by this guy called Richard
This year has been a revolutionary year for me, where I realized great things happen if you put my mind to it. I came across this video several times this year, I found it valuable for me and hope it offers to same value to you.
I am missing my dear friend Waleed’s wedding in Cairo next month and he made me feel so guilty, because I want to be there, but I can’t. I thought of how fortunate I am to have met all these wonderful people in my life, from school, university, exchanges, AIESEC and now living in Singapore. In a way I thought
“The cuckoos remain silent for a long time (for several seasons) until they are able to sing sweetly (in the Spring ) so as to give joy to all.”- Chanakya (Indian Politician, strategist and Writer, 350 BC-275 BC) Although I don’t come from a country where I see the leaves autumn shades turn color, and left to tumble to the
Yesterday, with the help of a good friend I ran my first 15 km. I never thought I could run, let alone that much in my life. It left me breathing so heavily that in the end, I sprinted the last kilometer not because I had the energy but for it to be over. Later than afternoon, I accompanied my
CALL FOR SUPPORT Most of you now in September, I took part in the world’s toughest mountain bike race, cycling nearly 400 kms with the aim to fundraise 50,000 dollars to support Timor Leste, SE Asia poorest country. The country has an annual GDP of only 480 USD. Take a glimpse of my experience HERE. Thanks to all who
Care and I signed up for our first baby triathlon and convinced 7 other to sign up as well. The experience was exciting from the body painting, transition section aka bicycle/running shoe parking lot, and great deal of support and camaraderie from the participants. Isabel and I started to get really excited after we met Uncle Chan: nearly 70 year
After our interview with the President, we landed in Dili airport. Our flight was the only there, amongst a couple of military helicopter which are the fastest means of transport to mountainous villages and are to be used for emergency medical support. We were welcomed by one of the race organizers and a number of traditional dressed Timorese. I realized
My jersey is so disgusting, it’s not drying and its filthy. I decided to wear my awesome shirt for today’s ride; it reminded that battles are better fought with the love and support from family and friends. Thank you all for your encouragement, advise, supporting with financial contribution for Timor Aid and believing that I could do this crazy adventure.