Daunted

Dad urged me to read an article on Qantas Boeing 747 fuselage rupture. I realized that I have started to feel daunted when I see or hear anything associated with aviation. Thoughts ran wild and then mood went foul. I know very well I should be picking up the pieces and reconstruct myself instead of ranting endlessly about that failure.

But I just could not find the strength and faith that I've sought...

One Year Ago...

I made the seemingly outrageous decision to jump ship. That took a lot of courage from me and I know I need to have a lot of faith to pursue my new course in NTU. Indeed, what followed after that decision was a smooth journey with the abundance of logical reasoning subjects like Mathematics and Physics, which I had much appreciated since JC days. Yes, I excelled so far in NTU and opportunities started to arise.

Scholarship invitation was that opportunity which I had ambivalent feelings towards. I dreaded it so much as I knew if I were to be rated on my interview skills, it would be 'negative infinity'. As exemplified by the fact of a poor record of having failed most of which in the past. I look forward to it as I know it would be a reassurance to myself that I had made a correct decision one year ago if I could get through this.

I know this is an opportunity not to be missed. I studied the company profile and everything, but fruitlessly. Nothing of sorts that I had read came out in the interview. I turned anxious, very anxious and failed. Much anticipated, the email 'we regret to inform you that...' came next. It was yet another failure, one that is very very hard to swallow.

At this point in time I lost that faith that I had tried so hard to build on the very beginning when I embarked on the new course. In 30 minutes, it was very much obliterated. What's the point of studying so hard and getting good grades when you stammer as if you have a tongue too huge to be kept hidden in your mouth?

I kept looking into e mirror to check if my tongue is least deformed. What the hell is WRONG with me?

Shit happens but life goes on... ...

Asshole Mario

99 lives enough??

Vaudevillian Geek!

Mr Genki was doing his mathematics tutorial on Differential Vector Calculus as he wrote...



Ahhhh... That revolutionary nostalgia seems to appear in any form...

Euphoric 23 year old Old Fart!

It has been a long while since Mr Genki blogged. BUT, TODAY WAS AMAZING...

The 23 year old euphoric old fart Mr Genki gets his revolutionary birthday!

Though it's a few days past 16th Feb, he still gets his birthday celebration dinning at vivocity with his best of friends and brothers from NUS. Too bad he didn't take pictures... :( But the very presence of these people makes Mr Genki a happy pseudo-Japanese. Thank you Cheryl, Marvin, Norman, Wei Bao, Li Ren, Siew Ting, Xiao San, YY for this blessed dinner! :)

Not forgetting to mention "Sexy Lady aka Chio Bu" partner Sherry! What a pleasant surprise! (Don't worry, Mr Genki won't turn into Einstein as Einstein is too smart) Of course, by the virtue of the fact that Mr Genki is one easy person, a simple birthday card is enough to make his day. Thanks Loads Chio-est partner!

And this exchange Tai-Tai, Ms Shirlene, all the way from far far away Canada, sent me this!

See how www breaches the impediments of distance so easily? Sweet! Thank you so much Tai tai!

And the huge surprise delivery lady, Geraldine, came knocking on the vivocity food republic dinning table.

She represented my dearest v5 and presents to me that box that's seemingly wrapped in G2000 plastic bag and decorated with a classy golden ribbon...

And Mr Genki unwrapped it upon request...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG...

It's a pair of Birks!!! Goodness Gracious Mr Genki is so LOVED! Couple this with the Birthday card with many other birthday blessings, it melted Mr Genki! For the first time he wanted to give up revolution lah! THANKS LOADS DEAREST V5!

And not forgetting those who sent their greetings to Mr Genki through sms, facebook, friendster and any other channels, THANKS LOADS! CHEERS!

What a smashing 23rd! Old Fart Rules!

Happy Birthday

Mr Genki wishes Gordon "Happy Birthday!". He turns 23 today.

zZzzZzz...

I've Done it!

Yay! 2nd December 2007, Mr Genki had completed the Standard Chartered 2007 42.195km marathon. Very much of a personal achievement for himself.

Mr Genki was so full of anxiety about the race the night before. So much so that he didn't really sleep a wink. As such, he decided that there was not much point committing himself to the bed being unable to get into trance-like state. So, he threw himself onto the sofa in the living room and, Gunners here we go!

Gunners brightens his day with a 2-1 victory over Aston Villa. Soon after, he noticed that it's already 3:30am and he has to go meet Zhi Xian, Wei Jie, Chin Leong and Kian Hong for the conquest of our lives, 42.195km.

Clock reads 5:30am and off we go at the flag off point as we embark in this seemingly endless run. Naive as we are, we thought that completing the race with slow jog pace seem very much possible. How mistaken had we got.

The first 21km was very much achieveable with slow jog. Oh, and along the way, we spotted spiderman! Well, that was actually someone in the spiderman suit. Guess there aren't too many tall buildings to go along wing the route, so the "Web-Swinging(or Web-Slinging)" Spidey had to very much commit himself to the ground. =) That was so fun and interesting. I wonder if he completed the race. Let's hope that he does so.

Oh yes, back to the 21km point. Half the race was completed till then but we still had a lot to do. And, so have to keep running. And I really mean KEEP RUNNING! As much as I thought, the turning point should be nearby as I could see people running in the oncoming direction already. So I kept running. Well, apparently, that turning point was at the 26km mark and that part of the race seemed endless to me.

Though I wasn't breathless after the turning point, my body, especially my legs were reaching it's limit. Fatigue is kicking in. I had to tell myself (time and again) I had made it to the other side of the road and the finishing line is ahead. Very much ahead. Thanks to the Power Gel provided somewhere after the turning point, I was able to top up the energy level for myself to carry on. I am somewhere because I really cannot be bothered where. All I cared was the number that indicates my progress at every kilometre mark and the drink station.

By then, the sun is scorchingly hot. So, I had to get water from the drink station and pour it over myself. Along the way I had multiple cramps on my thighs and had to walk intermittently. So, I had to rub my thighs with deep head rub whenever it's available. I was in such a huge mess, but I had to press on, since the only way is AHEAD.

And of course, even before the 21km halfway point, I was running with a head. Then as I cross 33km mark, a familiar voice called out to me. Oh, it's Chandra. My Word. What coincidence to have met your JC Classmate in this humongous sea of people. Since then we proceeded with two heads ahead, still walking intermittently.

33km and we were left with less than 2 digits worth (in terms of kilometres) of distance to go! However, with all the conditions we had and intermittent walking, it's inevitable that we took longer than the first part of the race with the same distance.

38km! And I had to go ahead alone again. 4.195km away from the finishing line. Fatigue at it's highest level. It's all in the mind! Keeping running was the only thing to do!

And yes! There we are! The finishing line is within visible range already! But the numbers on the progress indicator actually got bigger, but in terms of metres! 100m, 75m, 50m, 25m and... I MADE IT!

So much effort and so much sweat. I was so touched. I've completed a marathon! Albeit my legs felt so stiff that every that I took after the race hurts. I wanna hug someone! Maybe my bolster... =)