Mangoes are in season! Taken during my bus ride to work at Benoi Road.On thursday night I headed down to NYP for training and met Ronnie with his friend/senior, Fan Long. He's a charismatic guy and totally university student type. Three of us were talking and laughing away while we do our individual sets of workout. Fan Long has been in NTU and track team for 3 years. He was quick to ask me if I wanted to help them in the relay for IVP on september! But I said I can give the team a pair of legs if no year 1 sprinters show up in NTU.
I actually arrived at the track just shy of 7.30pm and finished everything before 9.30pm. The boundings really killed me off. I haven't tasted the word "TIRED" in a long while. I was really panting my inner breath out after hopping more than halfway across the length of the soccer field.
The people are long gone. I was almost the last to leave.Friday was a great day! It's my post-work day! But i still woke up almost the same time as if I had to work. It was just past 8am. I had a fantastic time on the piano, tended to my room plants and watched Heroes and Lost. There was this part in Lost where Hugo and Miles were debating about whether their lives are real. The reason for the debate was because they actually went back in time on the infamous island. So they were questioning whether if they can change anything, or if they are doing what is supposed to be done. After watching that part, it dawned on me about what God really has in store for me in life. Yes I know i wasn't from an "oops" kind of existence. He knows me before I was born! But why didn't He integrate the life's workplan into our mind when we are born into this world? Won't that make things easier for all of us? And, has our life already been written, or is it still a rolling page on a book?
I just have to enter my dream encounter this afternoon. I ate my zi char lunch and took a short nap at 1.30pm. When I was awaken by my classic "di-di-di~~" alarm clock, I felt so calmed, so peaceful. It was probably like Heaven. My heartbeat was slow, everything in this world was not bothering me. I didn't have the strength to rise up from the bed. I just lied down, only thing I know was that the clock was still beeping...10mins later I finally had the heart to shut it off. The vision or dream if you wish to call it, was strange. I was at the last row of the school hall. A class-strength of students were sitting in random clusters. I was amongst a neat row of them, back against the vertical ladder wall. A couple of people had their hands on me and praying for me. I was sitting legs crossed and similarly for the rest of the 5 or so people in my row. I was eyes closed. It's so strange isn't it? And the last thing I want to mention was that I was not being in the position of sitting down in that row. I was actually standing and overseeing the entire situation about 2 arms length on the left side of "myself". In other words, I saw myself. Creepy huh...
My driving was at 4. After that I took the shuttle bus to Gombak MRT station and visited the stadium. I casually strolled to the semicircle where the high jump mattress was. I was reliving the moments years ago when I competed on that exact area. It's like my "walkabout". I'm trying to find the motivation to carry on doing what I started dreaming about.
I got 6th place in high jump for that competition. But that's only because there was only 6 people(including me) who came for the high jump event. Hah. I'm always the loser. The biggest one. That's why sometimes I felt so helpless. So lonely. But that was a crucial moment of my life too. Ronnie(who's my coach now), was in that competition too. So i spoke to him about training and my situation. If not for that chance, I wouldn't have known him well enough to be training with him now. Thank God for that! The door to my athletic dream has been opened!