Tuesday, December 31, 2013


   Corporate high-flier, with keen intelligence and razor sharp focus. 

Cufflinked and smartly collared, he strides through the carpeted corridors. He gladly extends his hours into the wee morning, poring over spreadsheets and reports, meticulously polishing his pitch to perfection with only the glare of the screen and clicking of the keyboard to keep him company.

Nothing gives him a more intoxicating high than when a client signs on the dotted line, a more delicious thrill than winning a project tender. 

Away from all the prestige and recognition, he tells of what he longs for above all else. 

   Powerfully built, a raw force to be reckoned with.

In the dark before dawn, sweat running in rivulets down his chiselled back. Chest rising and falling with heavy laboured breathing. 

He heaves the hefty barbell above his head and proudly stands up tall. The four walls resound with dull thuds as the immense load falls with full force on the ground, over and over again.

Regardless of everything he has found and built up in physique and performance, his words tell a different story of what he searches for.

Two individuals, each leading separate lives so distinctly different from the other.

The only thread that binds them in common - their longing for meaningful companionship and genuine affection.

Can your 'Most Outstanding Employee' award sway with you to soft jazz across a parqueted dance floor? Your glowing annual appraisal place a cool towel on your feverish brow when you are ill?

Can the unyielding iron barbell offer you warmth only found in the lingering touch of another human? Can your PRs enjoy brunch on a lazy Saturday afternoon then amiably traipse with you through supermarket aisles to stock up on groceries? 

People are meant to be fulfilled through deeper means than such. 



                Nevertheless, I'm glad the Christmas tree at Starhill was still standing when I was there yesterday. 

Wednesday, December 18, 2013


I've been grappling with insomnia for almost a month now. Instead of tossing and turning in bed and trying in vain to fall asleep tonight, I've decided to get up and do stuff.

1. Make lunch to take to work tomorrow @ 2am
Onions, tomatoes, and mushrooms. 3 eggs. Garlic. Dash of olive oil. Get the pan scorching hot, throw everything in. Drizzle with soy sauce and add a squeeze of lemon.

2. Read @ 3am
'Everyday Greatness', a collaboration of efforts from Stephen Covey (The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People) and Reader's Digest.

3. Go for a run @ 4am
1km - walk (warm up)
2km - easy 
3km - tempo 
4km - walk
5km - easy 
6km - tempo 
7km - walk (cool down)

4. Sleep @ 6am
By this point, hopefully I'll have exhausted myself enough for sleep to welcome me easily.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013


I'm tired of waiting on others to make up their mind. This is not for others to fulfill, not their ambition to realize. It is not what matters to them.

This is what is precious to me. 

If I wait for the perfect circumstances before I begin, I'll be waiting for the rest of my life.

Here's to this leap of faith.

Here's to chasing my dreams.


Thursday, December 5, 2013


The underlying theme of my post today is " When there is a will, there is a way. "

Anyway, let me start off by telling you I have impacted wisdom teeth. How unfortunate indeed!

What exactly is an impacted wisdom tooth?

An impacted wisdom tooth is one that is lying down horizontally, as opposed to the usual vertical upward or downward position.

X-ray image (not mine) of an impacted wisdom tooth.

An actual visual. (Again, not mine.)

It's darn near impossible to clean impacted wisdom teeth properly. Decay and infection are a guaranteed package ; the only variable is time, whether sooner or later. 


I have two of these troublesome teeth. Up til recently, they were concealed within my gums. As long as they are not exposed to the surface, there is usually no cause for alarm. It is only when they erupt that issues start to arise. Food particles that no amount of brushing can dislodge get trapped in the crevices - the only solution is to surgically remove them.

I've mentioned many times before that I'm not from a rich family. I have absolutely no restrictions in saying this as I've never felt that not having a lot of money is anything to be ashamed of.  Anyway, to cut the long story short I decided to find a way to fund the surgical procedure myself as opposed to asking my parents for money.

First of all, I got a quote from my dentist as to how much it would cost per extraction. I was quoted a rough figure of Rm700. That figure was not yet even inclusive of any additional costs or expenses that could potentially be incurred. Once rounded up, it could come up to Rm1000 per tooth. Multiply that by two teeth - that's Rm2000 out of my own pocket.


(When I enquired further how this princely sum is derived, the answer I received was that it does not come from the equipment nor facilities, it is all due to the skill needed for the procedure.)

I then started scouting for other viable options which would not involve so much money. The less it would cost, the better. Of course it also goes without saying that it had to be safe and performed by a qualified party, not just any Tom Dick or Harry on the street. 

Not wanting to cough up, yet all these requirements? Would I even be able to work this out with the conditions I was so firmly holding on to?

Well, I have. Not only that, I'm going to get it done FOR FREE.

Which goes to say that no matter what you want to achieve, daunting and challenging though it may seem - there is always, always a way.