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Without You


No I can’t forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that’s just the way the story goes
You always smile but in you eyes your sorrow shows
Yes it shows

Your first relationship failure may be the first significant setback in your life. I had mine when I was studying in the university in UK. That year, I was in final year and lived in the university accommodation. It was a mixed flat – 6 boys lived in one wing and 6 girls lived in the other wing while the kitchen and lounge are for common use.

That Christmas break, all the local students went back home to celebrate Christmas. As the only overseas student in the flat, I stayed alone during the break. Two weeks into the break, a girl lived in the opposite wing came back. She claimed she needed to study in advance to prepare for the exam after Christmas. I knew she just broke up with her boyfriend who was also a student of the university.

Since there were only two of us in the flat, we talked more and knew each other better. Then we went shopping, watched movies, studied and even cooked together. At one time, I thought we were dating. But I was wrong.

No I can’t forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it’s only fair that I should let you know
What you should know

After the break, she met her ex-boyfriend in the library, they talked, laughed and gone. Within ten minutes, they were back together again. I saw they left happily together and knew that I misunderstood or simply thought too much. She might just need someone to kill the time. The reserve needs to disappear when the selected player back on the court. I should read that “Idiot’s Guide to Dating” or email Dalai Lama regarding human relations.

People have different ways to deal with setbacks in life. For me, I run. That night, I ran around the campus for long, long time. I didn’t understand why other students looked at me strangely when I ran past them, until I found out later that there was a mentally sick man who occasionally appeared near the campus and harassed the students. They might admire my bravery in running at night or think that I might actually be that guy.

After the run, I was exhausted, short of breath and lying on my bed. Sometimes you can just sigh, throw your despair to the world and let go. I would be alone tomorrow but those beautiful memories stayed. I could even feel the happiness one more time.

I can’t live, if living is without you
I can’t give, I can’t give any more
Can’t live, if living is without you
Can’t give, I can’t give any more

Soon I graduated and prepared to leave UK. I was clearing out my locker in the flat the last time I saw her. She asked when I would be leaving. I told her the date and other than “all the best”, I couldn’t find other more meaningful things to say. She might feel the same way and we didn’t say anything. There was a brand new bottle of pepper powder in my locker that was never been used and I gave it to her. She smiled and I thought this might be the oddest gift she ever received. I wanted to tell her that I was fallen for her that Christmas but I just couldn’t pluck up the courage.

Some of us learn things the hard way – adding experiences through welts, bruises and assorted psychic and emotional pratfalls. For those of us, life must be lived to be learned. It will be a fine day tomorrow and life has yet to unfold.

– Originally published in April 2012


Live a Better Life

Brush twice a day.

Dress right for the weather.

Visit the dentist regularly.

Get plenty of rest.

Eat right.

Get outside in the sun every once in a while.

Always wear a seatbelt.

Don’t over indulge yourself.

Read to exercise the brain.

Surround yourself with friends.

Use the bathroom regularly.

Get plenty of exercise.

Have your eyes checked regularly.

Eat plenty of vegetables.

Believe that people will like you for who you are.

Forgive and forget.

Take vacations.

Pick up a hobby.

– Originally published in April 2012

Yesterday Once More

When I was young
I’d listen to the radio
Waitin’ for my favorite songs
When they played I’d sing along
It made me smile

Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they’d gone
But they’re back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well

When I was in primary school, I only needed to attend the morning class for half the day. Knowing there was someone who shared my desk in the afternoon class, I started to communicate through written notes put in the drawer. The other student was a girl and she replied. We mostly talked about the school life, the subjects we studied, our teachers, and exchanged some exam tips with each other – a way to communicate before the time of internet, email and social network.

After school, I normally back home and had lunch, did my homework while listening to the radio. At that time, people still wrote letters to the DJs and dedicated the songs to their friends. Grand-mum would be busy in preparing dinner by late afternoon and I might watch some TVs – superman killing monsters, adventures to outer space, protecting earth from aliens. So, I always dreamed about having superpower and changing the world when I grow up.

Parents arrived home from work in the evening and the whole family had dinner together. After dinner, I continued doing my homework or revising what was taught in the school. Homework seemed never ending. Was I too slow or day-dreaming most of the time? At night before I slept, I might peep through my bedroom window down the park below and see if I can find any ghosts – there was a rumor that the park was a graveyard before. The girl next door was always practicing her recorder by that time and I could hear the notes over the night air.

Every Sha-la-la-la
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine

When they get to the part
Where he’s breakin’ her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

In memory, my parents were always busy at work. So, my childhood was mostly spent with grand-mum. When I started high school, I needed to stay at the school for longer hours. It would be around four in the afternoon when I arrived home and I usually felt really hungry due to the early lunch at school. Grand-mum’s hot soup noodle became the highlight of those school days.

In a public housing environment, we had close relationship with our neighbors and knew everyone living in the block. Kids with similar age naturally became friends and played together. Our doors were seldom locked and it was normal to walk to my friends’ homes, chat about stories at school and in the block, borrow some reference books or stationeries, and then back home. We ran a lot those days – running up the stairs and racing with the lift (lift was proved to be faster most of the time); chasing each other through the corridors that connected the buildings; and playing basketball in the playground.

Lookin’ back on how it as
In years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed

It was songs of love that
I would sing to then
And I’d memorize each word
Those old melodies
Still sound so good to me
As they melt the years away

I studied in a boys’ high school. It had an indoor sport hall and an outdoor football/basketball court that we used alternately for our PE classes. However, if this was our turn to use the sport hall for the PE class but it was not available due to public exam or other activities, we would have a cross-country run. At that time, I didn’t enjoy running that much, it was exhausted as there were a number of up hills around the school. I also felt embarrassed for everyone saw me running on the streets, especially the girls from other schools. But it might give me a good foundation to pick up distance running many years later.

Half way through high school, everyone started studying hard for the entry to higher education or university. Those textbooks, lecture notes, reference books, mock exam questions were my every day companion. I attended tuition classes, formed study groups and studied in the library till late. Although I may now forget most of the knowledge gained from school back then, we need to do things in vain at different stages in life.

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they’re startin’ to sing’s
So fine

All my best memories
Come back clearly to me
Some can even make me cry
Just like before
It’s yesterday once more

Those years, fearless and being wild; the world was much safer and warmer; people were closer and the music was better. My family, friends, classmates and other people I met – you all gave me a unique and happy childhood. Although I don’t have any superpower, I hope my existence might in turn change your world a bit. Also to the childhood’s me, thank you for living so fully in those years – the passion and excitement about life; and the attitude in questioning and challenging everything. Although life alters those dreams and leads to a different path, what we remember from childhood we remember forever.

– Originally published in April 2012

What is Love?

A student asked the teacher, “What is love?”

The teacher said, “In order to answer your question, go to the wheat field and choose the biggest wheat and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”

The student went to the wheat field. He went through the first few rows and saw one big wheat. But he wondered there might be a bigger one in front.

Then he saw another bigger one. But he moved on, thought that there might be an even bigger one waiting for him.

He soon finished more than half of the wheat field. He started to realize that the wheat was not as big as the previous one he saw. He knew he had missed the biggest one and he regretted.

At last, he reached the end of the wheat field. He ended up went back to the teacher empty-handed.

The teacher told him, “This is love – you keep looking for a better one, but when later you realize, you have already miss that person.”

After a while, the student asked, “What is marriage then?”

The teacher said, “In order to answer your question, go to the corn field and choose the biggest corn and come back. But the rule is: you can go through them only once and cannot turn back to pick.”

The student went to the corn field. This time he was careful not to repeat the previous mistake. When he reached the middle of the corn field, he picked one medium corn that he felt satisfied and came back to the teacher.

The teacher told him, “This time you bring back a corn. You look for one that is just nice, and you have faith and believe this is the best one you get – this is marriage.”

– Originally published in March 2012

Make Yourself Interesting

Go exploring.
Explore ideas, places, and opinions. The inside of the echo chamber is where all the boring people hang out.

Share what you discover.
And be generous when you do this. Not everybody went exploring with you. Let them live vicariously through your adventures.

Do something, anything.
Dance. Talk. Build. Network. Play. Help. Create. It doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you’re doing it. Sitting around and complaining is not an acceptable form of “something”, in case you were wondering.

Embrace your innate weirdness.
No one is normal. Everyone has quirks and insights unique to themselves. Don’t hide these things – they are what make you interesting.

Have a cause.
If you don’t give a damn about anything, no one will give a damn about you. It is better to be a lion for a day than a sheep all your life.

Minimize the swagger.
Egos get in the way of ideas. If your arrogance is more obvious than your expertise, you are someone other people avoid.

Give it a shot.
Try it out. Play around with a new idea. Do something strange. If you never leave your comfort zone, you won’t grow. There is a saying, “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll still land among the stars.”

Hop off the bandwagon.
If everyone else is doing it, you’re already late to the party. Do your own thing, and others will hop onto the spiffy wagon you built yourself. Besides, it’s more fun to drive than it is to get pulled around.

Grow a pair.
Bravery is needed to have contrary opinions and to take unexpected paths. Ignore the scolds as they resent you for your adventures.

– Originally posted in March 2012

One Task at a Time

Life is made up of a number of days. Each day consists of a series of tasks.

Plan and prioritize those tasks. Begin with the first one and keep at it until it is done before going on to the next one.

Don’t worry if you can’t accomplish all tasks in one day. Do each day all that can be done that day. Don’t overwork. Don’t rush. Just do what you do to the best of your ability. That is success!

Success will not be attributable to any one day, week or month but rather to the consistent, persistent, succession of single days.

Just keep your eye on your goal and continue to grow in competence.

Just concentrate on each task and do it as well as you can.

One task at a time in their proper order and make sure they are important.

You have only to succeed today, each day, to guarantee your future. Be steady. Do as well as you can and finish it.

When you’re engaged at work, fully engage, for defined periods of time. When you’re renewing, truly renew. Make waves. Stop living your life in the gray zone.

– Originally published in March 2012

The Animal Song

When superstars and cannonballs are running through your head
A television freak show cops and robbers everywhere
Subway makes me nervous, people pushing me too far
I’ve got to break away
So take my hand now

‘Cause I want to live (… like animals)
Careless and free (… like animals)
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet

“The Animal Song” is a song by Savage Garden in 1999. The song was written for the film “The Other Sister” – a love story between two mildly mentally challenged teenagers. I rented the movie because of the song, but it is really not my type and I remember I gave up watching it midway. However, “The Animal Song” is always one of my top running songs. Other than the keyword “run” appears several times, the song can actually convey the feeling of freedom in running. That’s why I love running outdoors – the road, the fresh air, the scenery, and competing with myself.

I’ve been having difficulties keeping to myself
Feelings and emotions better left up on the shelf
Animals and children tell the truth, they never lie
Which one is more human
There’s a thought, now you decide

Compassion in the jungle
Compassion in your hands
Would you like to make a run for it
Would you like to take my hand

People in the community such as my hairdresser and the guy working in the gas station call me “Mr Runner” because they see me running in the morning. Although some of them may not actually know my name, I just wonder am I really a runner? I like running as it is flexible and I can run by myself at any time. It’s no need to call your friends or book the court, all you need is a pair of good running shoes and the road is always there – a sport suitable when you feel lonely. I forget when I started waking up early to run. The morning run can keep me refreshed and concentrated for half the day. But I will also feel depressed and guilty the day I missed the run. Although I do not take it so serious, when someone calls me “runner”, I just nod back and smile.

Sometimes this life can get you down
It’s so confusing
There’s so many rules to follow
And I feel it
‘Cause I just run away in my mind

Other than the casual morning runs, I also run a couple of half marathons and attend other running events along the year. For long distance running, the race can be self-destructive. You may experience shortness of breath, sore legs, muscle cramps, stomach pain during the run. Although you are surrounded by other runners in the race, you are alone and you need to believe in yourself that you can do it. This is the sense of determination acquired from your every day practices that pushes you forward and keep going. Life is suffering and the reward at the finish line will not be that great without the struggle. We all like challenges and there is always a new goal after a goal was achieved. The finish line becomes the starting line of the next race. We may not satisfy with the previous runs, but we can always look forward to the next race. We should be glad that we have the chance to learn, improve and start over again. Never give up, no matter what happens.