I just came back from another training trip, and Paula Cole words “Where have all the cowboys gone” echo in my ears. The last 4.5 km of a 330 km cycling trip was emotionally distressing. Months back when I decided to take part of the Tour de Timor, it was because we would fundraise for a cause and cycle as
Last weekend, I ventured out a similar and painful path on my bicycle towards Mersing. For months I have somewhat dreaded the Tour de Timor Race, a 450 km mountain bike race that my Gone Cyclin’ project is using the channel to fundraising through. My drive to be challenged often gets me thinking, maybe the conventional path is not so
Once upon a time, three young ladies who thought they were living it large by flying out to a small beach city a night. Before they departed they found out that their flight was delayed. Barappapaa… was how the weekend began, with an evening of bonding, meeting new people and dancing to the wee hours of the morning before heading
Three years ago on this day, I woke up to listen to my father take his last deep breath. At 7am his spirits passed on from this life to enter the next. It troubled me how his disease had taken the best out of him so quickly. I remembered seeing exactly how he felt when the doctor said he had
“Trust yourself Trust yourself to do the things that only you know best Trust yourself Trust yourself to do what’s right and not be second-guessed Don’t trust me to show you beauty When beauty may only turn to rust If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself” Trust Yourself, Bob Dylan We follow rules set by our parents, teachers
I recently had my first health screening ever, for people that know me well they are aware I immensely loathe doctors and hospital. Health facilities strike a chord of sickness, death and the months we watched my father’s health deteriorate. Without my persuasive colleague I probably would have never made an appointment. Since the beginning of this year I have
Reconnecting with nature helps slow down my thinking and gets me to reassess myself. Early Friday, I found myself embraced in nature when we initiated our climb to the summit of Mount Kinabalu. The mountain was really “No Joke”. Although I started off the year hyped and ready to get into step training after climbing Mount Ophir, the Gone Cyclin’project
Life is like a train, the journey is… Sometimes long, sometimes short At times smooth, At times bumpy Periods high, periods low Seldom with people, seldom by yourself Often with strength, often weak Rarely without love, rarely without loved ones Frequently with meaning, frequently insignificant Occasionally endless but on occasion with a destination
Recently, while having my friend Jackie and her boyfriend Mandeep visit me, we had a talk about Fight of Freedom. What is Freedom? One thing we can all agree on is that freedom is pretty broad; it can range from free will, political freedom, economic freedom and so forth. But for this post, lets use this definition that freedom is
I have always been daddy’s little girl and even though he is not around I most likely will continue to be so. I grew up not having a strongest relationship with my mother, at many times not being able to relate to her and taking what she did for granted. She never seemed to be able to do anything I