Limping Marathon Runner

Picture of an mid-life crisis uncle.

Damn,... my Gimp techniques are improving.

Came across a few good quotes while reading my beIRONfit book, with regards to mental training.

1) Ronald Reagan, one of the most famous optimists, liked to tell a story about a boy who walked into the barn and stepped into a pile of manure. A wide smile came across the boy's face and he said, "I know there must be a pony here somewhere." Ask yourself right now: If you walked into a barn adn stepped into manure, what would be your first words? I suspect they would not be words you want to say in front of children.

2) Mark Twain once wrote, "Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear." Courage does not mean you are without fear. Courage means you have fear but you have learned to deal with it in a positive way.

3) Embarrassment. You don't regret things that you did in life; you regret the things you didn't do.

Just something that Muggs wanna share.

Late night or early morning (wee hours), always a good choice for riders. Less traffic, less pollution, faster speed achieved in a slightly safer surrounding, plus more weird encounters. Yes. You do not have Strabimus, commonly known as crossed eyes or cock eyed. You have read the words correctly, weird encounters.

Muggs started off his usual riding route at 12.45am, leaving parents to watch cable T.V. programmes. 20mins into my ride, Scenario 1 took place. Look at illustration. Legend: Muggs in BLUE, Indian cyclist in RED.



Scenario 1: 20mins into ride, Muggs along a straight stretch was already already moving at top speed. Muggs spotted an Indian cyclist, dark colored T-shirt and bike frame from far. Muggs looked and thought that Indian cyclist was cycling with the flow of traffic. Muggs maintains speed. Split second later, cyclist appeared to be cycling against traffic flow. Muggs tapped on brakes to slow down. Best has yet to come. Indian cyclist was looking across to the other side of the road. Whoa kaoz!! When cyclist return his concentration back on the path ahead of him, Muggs muttered "Shit" and zoomed pass him. Muggs managed to squeeze between him and pavement, because Muggs was traveling too fast to do a head turn to check traffic. Close call. Muggs continued routine of cycle.

5mins later, Muggs' usual route, cycling into a quieter lane of an estate, Muggs saw Indian cyclist ahead again. He probably too a shorter turn and became ahead of me, while Muggs went around the estate. Refer to same illustration.

Scenario 2:
Now, with past encounter just minutes ago, Muggs changed gears to go slow. Muggs witnessed Indian cyclist went in a zig-zag fashion almost hitting the curb/pavement. Muggs was still 10metres away from him. Muggs checked rear for traffic, moved passed him and maintained a 3metre clearance away from him. Hope he's okay. Not sure if he's been drinking..... Sheesh.

Reached home, bathed and slept at 3am. Felt great, worked out my quads. Pet mozzie on vacation. Muggs slept till 9am. Sprang out of bed, when to work. KNS. 15mins late. Not good.

More encounters? No idea, man.

*29 days left. Marching towards show down day. God of Gamblers can't believe it. 29 days is so close yet so far away*



Back from JP Morgan run. Coincidence that I need to do my run today too. Sorry. Mobile phone is low end stuff. No integrated state-of-the-art kind of camera. Will be getting sweaty and Muggs thought that bringing a digicam to a jog would be insane. I think there are close to a hundred participants from our company joining this 5.6km JP Morgan run. Warm-ups, followed by queuing up at the starting line for flag-off. Bumped into ex-customers of my ex-company that I worked for. We waited for about 10-15mins before flag-off. It was really stuffy. Finally, at the horn sounded off and everyone was moving off. As usual, like any other run events, people who chose to walk in this run event took a spot to stand around near the start line. Once the horn went off, they walked.... jamming all the joggers behind. Joggers will have to zig-zag and clear their way. Guess the runner/walker mindset is not a culture for a certain group of people yet. With that aside, Muggs maintained a constant pace, while trying to cut through people to get away from the crowd when possible. Finshed off in 28mins 52secs. Not ideal. But, I'm still happy with the timing. So silly, I forgot to take my pulse reading. Muggs was hanging around the end point of the race with the rest of the colleagues for a photo shoot before heading home.


Chatting with a colleague during our train ride back home, Muggs recalled that there is a family dinner. My uncle who struck lottery wanted to give a treat to all the relatives. Muggs would have attended if its not because of 2 characters that he does not wish to see. Call me anti-social. I rather accept this label than to listen to a relative ramble nonsense to piss me off. Classic example:

Muggs: (giving due respect to elders, Muggs greeted "Extreme Character" with extreme care) Hello, Aunty XXX.
Extreme Character: Wow! Is it snowing in this part of the world or is this a crazy world? You're here.

Muggs: Haha.. ha. *cough* (trying to blend in) Oh. Busy recently with work. Overloaded.
Extreme Character: Are you sure? No storm could bring you here. Or was it El Nino who blew you here?

Muggs: Oh.... no. *forcing a weak smile* Trying to get out of work. Where's Uncle XXX?
Extreme Character: (ignoring my question) You're such a big shot. I don't know what could have brought you here? Rare guest indeed.

Muggs: (muttering under his breathe) Its your fart-gas. I followed the trail of scent. Could detect the smell 40km away.
Extreme Character: What??!!

Muggs: Oh, I said .. . You're the best. I'll follow your hint. Could only eat until you say, "Chow away".
Exterme Character: *Looking Yaya-Papaya*

That is why I never put my life at risk by attending such functions. Don't need to be obese to get an immediate cardiac arrest. Okay, time to crash out. Got to crawl to bed.

It's great to have a pet mosquito in your room. It helps in your morning training sessions, really. How about having two? I'm left with one when I swatted one dead. I tried to give him a pad on this back to thank him for waking me up. Couldn't find the other pet mozzie. So, I'm wide awake again. Picked up my bike and I went to complete the session on my training schedule.

Its 5am plus in the morning and you still get taxi uncles trying to cut into your lanes. Aren't roads wide enough? Are they high on booze or drugs? Some people just don't learn.

Away from my schedule for 2days, itching already. Slowly adjusting, I did a run last night, hitting a Zone2 (high-end aerobic). I measured my heart rate using plain old stopwatch and pulse read style. Okay. I'm still satisfied.

Having a half day leave tomorrow afternoon to settle some stuff. Muggs will have rush back to office to join the JPMorgan Run. Looks like I have swim tonight and bike at around 12am. Miss getting a sore ass from my Grey Hound saddle.

Back from a short break (wasn't exactly a holiday), Muggs feels slightly recharged. Overall, it was a great break away from work. This short getaway left me with a "I need a real holiday....." feeling. Be warned.... this is a really long blog post.

From previous blog, my ass got dragged to a seminar by my sup on Friday morning. I rushed back like a mad dog, around 6pm, grabbing my stuff and headed off to the meet up location. With my dive buddy, WilBeer, Muggs met up with TonyS and SulF. Great seeing them again. We got acquainted with the DM (his name - Man), Sunny, Bong, and 3 other caucasian divers. Ready to go, we were ushered into a mini-van. Mini-vans travel faster than coaches. Less waiting time and better maneuverability. Crossed the customs in a jiffy and we reached Kota Tinggi for a short food/toilet break. Muggs ordered Mee Goreng and it was crappy. Muggs would have made a better meal. The only thing that satisfied Muggs, Milo-Ice. Ready to go, we boarded the mini-van and headed to Mersing. Reached Mersing at wee hours of Saturday morning. Since there wasn't going to be any boat rides, we had to bunk in to a local accomodation. It was a nice, plain simple kind of place that we stayed in. The place is decorated with a Balinese touch. Too bad, it was really dark. Pics wouldn't turn out to be any good. Hence, I didn't take any.

Slept for a few hours and awaken by the Muslim chanting from a nearby mosque at 5.30am. We washed up, took breakfast and waited for the speedboat. Merely a 1hr plus ride, we reached our destination. Now, Muggs has never stayed in this part of Pulau Tioman before. At the jetty, I saw a sign saying "Internet Access Here". Instantly, Muggs had a spinning headache. Is that signs of Internet Deficiency? Withdrawal symptoms? On the way to the resort, I saw people on a mountain bike. I can't recce the surrounding if a mountain biking trail is near by. Not enough time. We settled down in the dining area with a cooling Mango syrup drink before heading to our room. Nice...!


No time to waste. Unpacking our dive gears, changed and we gathered for our first dive briefing. Since its a check-out dive, we're doing something shallow. Not too deep, probably around 15metres. WilBeer had a close picture shot at a blue spotted ray. Muggs is still waiting for him to email me the pics. We came back for lunch. Waited till 2.15pm before going out for a second dive of the day. Muggs looked for an old friend that can be found anywhere near dive resorts. Mr. Hammock.


I dozed off for a while before a slight drizzle woke Muggs up. Rather reluctant, I had to move my butt. Anyway, it was near dive time, I thought I might as well gear up. We had our second dive briefing. By then, the passing drizzle (wasn't much of a shower) stopped. Perfect. All ready to go, we headed to our second dive spot. same thing, around 15metres, we had a bottom time of 45mins.

We did a surface interval of 45mins. Muggs just want to relax. Plus, I didn't really like the next dive site, which was Tekek Wrecks. Muggs stayed onboard with my dive bud, WilBeer (he's lazing out too), and he took a pic of a crab sun-tanning on a buoy. We saw a tiny trigger fish about the length of a finger. But, little fella was too quick for any good shot. Our 3 caucasian fellow divers couldn't locate the wrecks. *Phew*... they were feeling a little grumpy about this. We all headed back. Dinner time!! BBQ... great food. At least better than the Mee Goreng that I've had.


The rest of the guys went for night dive. Though Muggs likes night dive (different things to see), Muggs is afraid of cold waters. I went to watch T.V. programmes at the dining area instead. To my surprise, they have cable T.V.!! ESPN was on, live soccer match. I watched the match till the rest of them got back from night dive. Soon, it was bed time. Time to crash out. That was Saturday.

Sunday started with a bang when the dive shop's music playing Reggae Jamaican music (since my room was just next to the dive shop). TonyS banged on the door, "Shaky shaky, wakey wakey! Time to dive!". I got up, cleaned up and had a quick breakfast. WilBeer refused to wake up, claiming that he's done for this trip. He said he'll just do some snorkeling. So, Muggs buddied up with TonyS and we went for the first morning dive at Malang Rocks for dive 3. Spotted a 0.5metre cuttlefish turned from white to brown before it took off and I thought to myself that what I witnessed was really cool. Right after surfacing, the speedboat took us to Genting Bay for the second dive of the morning. While the boat stopped there for our surface interval, the waves rocked our boat. The part where Muggs hates most. Food, yet to digest, slowly finding its way to Muggs throat. Needless to say, the smell of speedboat fuel and exhaust acted as a catalyst to my Merlion act. Knowing that I could hold it any longer in the reservior of my throat, I abandoned ship. Once I dived into the water, vomitus came spewing out of my mouth, faster than I can say, "Chow time!". Fishes dived sporadically at the "food" scattered underwater. Not a pretty sight. Ewwww. 45mins later, the rest of the group did a second dive, which Muggs opt out again (C'mon its Rest and Relax dive trip isn't it?). Muggs had a good nap (rocking good time) on the boat while waiting for the group to surface. Once they all surfaced, we went back to the resort to wash up our equipment. Lunch was served. We left the resort after lunch, heading back home and that was the end of our trip. WilBeer swears to come back to Pulau Tioman for more food, drinks and snorkeling. Probably hiking/trekking too. So, for this trip, 3 dives out of 6. Very relaxing indeed.


Like the pics? Muggs found the photo frame scripts and used GIMP to edit them. These are the few pics that I liked about this trip among other crappy shots.

Hit office this morning and my ass was dragged all the way to seminar by my boss. Suppose to take over my GM's seat in seminar. At least one good thing, I met up with a lot of ex-colleagues and friends in this industry. Just got back, rushing like mad. I left the goodie pack, which is a Targus bag, for my GM. Don't need it.

Will be going away for 2days. Trying to get high inhaling compressed air. Have not been diving for 2 dry years. 44 as my last clocked number of dives. There were a few dive trips that I did not log my dives on paper. Too lazy. I'm not going to be DM anyway. Aww. .. I miss puking in the sea. I feel sea sick already. BRB on Sunday night. I'll be counting the stars tonight.... ..... ;)

More pictures and blogs from trip? Sure, I hope.

No Commando shortie story update. Auntie was just smiling last night.

Hahaha. Commando tells Muggs that one of our colleagues (another department) knows someone from the friendly auntie LBS. We might be able to get some discount. Alright!! Now comes the tricky part. Since we are going over after work, Commando has to face his formidable foe again. "I-am-taller-than-you" auntie might be taking extra effort to ensure that she's clearly the winner. Hello, platform shoes.... Kawaii ! Sorry, Commando, these are not tactical enough for your usage. I have no idea what auntie is going to say this time if she sees him again. How about .. . "Wassup .. kid? Back for more insults?" *Muggs acts blur* More hilarious action on the visit tonight? I hope.... *so bad*

Credits: Picture from here

Mmm... yummy. Silver, yellow and black combo. Nice.

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Ah..... a new layout. Got this template from pink design. Just tweaked some settings, the rest are totally original stuff.

Feeling crazy today, I went to jog in a stadium. Get it straight. I'm not a stadium person. Muggs do not like to run around in circles like a hamster in a cage, spinning in the wheel. But, it has been a long time since I ran in a stadium and I thought why not. Ok. I still prefer running anywhere else. More stuff to see. Now, on my way back after the run, I passed loads of people having their dinner at a nearby coffeeshop. I saw someone sipping lime juice. Man!! I told myself, "I need a glass of cold lime juice!".

Alert.... Traits of a Libra.
Indecisive and changeable : Checked, I thought I need ice water.
Gullible and easily infuenced : Checked, I need cold lime juice.
Flirtatious and self-indulgent : Checked, I need cold lime juice.

BBC-Low called me just before I began to jog in the stadium. We had a small chat before I started off. I mentioned to him that he needs to get someone to take over me on the 1st of May, which is BBC-Low's wedding day. Muggs is suppose to help BBC-Low out as an emcee. Muggs is suppose to partner another lady on stage for his big day. Life as an I.T. engineer is terrible. We can only mess around with stuff when people are not working. Hence, holidays are the best to screw up anything and fix them up again. News came out saying that I got to work overnight till 1st of May and the timing is not fixed yet. As a contingency, Muggs told BBC-Low to source for another guy to partner this gorgeous lady (BBC-Low claims that she is gorgeous). BBC-Low and Muggs have been friends for ... 17 years, since SecSchool days. I wouldn't want to miss this event. No, not for a million dollars. I'll turn up, no matter how tired I would be. But, Muggs is just worried that fatigue takes over and Muggs starts to mumble and blunder on stage. Too important a day to screw up anything for my good friend. Muggs even wrote down what stuff to say.... aww... just too bad.

Mr. Mackey from SouthPark always say, "Drugs are bad, mmkay?".
Muggs would say, "Time to go get my lime juice now, mmkay?"

My day started late. No dim sum because parents woke up late (suppose to head for a restaurant further away from home). So, just a simple breakfast at a nearby coffeeshop.

A great day, since its my off day from work. Went to see another bike shop. But, seems like the prices are not that competitive. Hence, I left the place after checking out some stuff. Had to hurry to box Toyogo containers for my "green" logistics. After my lunch at the mall, I walked into a sports shop, hoping to find a pair of tights. Voila! I saw one by Reebok. Medium and XXL (OMG, not my kind of size) were the only available pairs on display. Lucky thing, they have Small in their store. It is still just a little loose. Heck... allowance for putting on weight? Like real. Anyway, I took it. Being a puny little fella, small ass, like a malnutritioned monkey, Muggs always have difficulty in finding sizes. Well... not all the time though. Occasionally, my sis (while still in U.S.), would buy things like clothing for me. Nice. She has rather good estimation of my size for tees and bermudas.

Karloong: Eh .. Gor! I bought this Tee and Bermuda for you. Nice, hor?
Muggs: Whoa.... Not bad. Cool. Great taste and good estimation of my size. *Muggs gives thumbs up*

Karloong: Of course. *Smirk* These are largest size for kids size range.
Muggs: *Frown* ........ .... ... nabei *Palm face*

Karloong: What to do? *Giggles*

*Phew* I just finished cleaning my dirty dog, Grey Hound, too. Ah... should be a happy little pup once he's on road again. Shucks.... since, I still perspiring, I might as well re-pack my room. A little cleaning up. How about a jog? *Muggs checking his organizer* Yep... have to.

Read more about triathlon stuff and one of them is trying to train in the morning. So, it means no more late nights. Muggs still wants to watch "Who's Line Is It Anyway?". They even talked about time management (which is true), in the book. I decided to give it a try. But, I had to complete the routine last night. So, I still had to go for my 20min run (short of 5min, since Chini wanted to return me my LAN ethernet card).

Now, just back from a swim, which I almost had a close encounter with a fellow female swimmer. It was really crowded at the pool. Almost nudged her when an oncoming swimmer is coming head on towards me.

Oh.. .. this afternoon, at work, I asked my colleague, Commando, if he wants to take a look at one of the LBS around our workplace. So, we sped off at 1pm, walking swiftly to the LBS. Once there, we were greeted by a friendly lady (auntie actually). Who doesn't know where this place is, once we mention the friendly auntie. Anyway, we were looking around and Commando asked for the price of a GT Ava 3.0. She mentioned the price. But, took a second look at Commando. Commando being slightly shorter than Muggs (well, Muggs isn't that tall either), commented that the "S" sized GT isn't suitable for him.

Auntie: Eh... you are too short. This is not suitable for you.
Commando: *Looking hurt* Huh... am I short? (sounds familiar... think I've heard similar stuff like "Am I fat?" somewhere before)

Auntie: Yeah... I'm taller than you. Ask your friend.....
Commando: *Looking at Muggs* Issit, huh?
Muggs: ....... *Gazing elsewhere, Muggs is sooooooo not involved in this conversation*

Moment of silence ......... You could actually hear a pin drop...... now.

Auntie: Well, if you think you can handle this bike, it'll be okay for you.
Commando: *Mumbling under his breathe* #@#$%^&

Fact: Commandos are the elite forces in this world. They strike anywhere, anytime. Fearless, mean, fighting machines.

Fact: My colleague, Commando, is taller than the auntie.

Fact: Mentioning sensitive issues like height has detrimental effects on a Commando's self esteem. Auntie's words have speared through this Commando's heart like a surgeon's scalpel.

Taking an accumulated day off from work for Wednesday. Scheduled tasks so far are:

1) Dim Sum with family (Karlooong must be swearing now)
2) Look for SPD pedals and road shoes, plus one more jersey? *sigh* (Collateral damage?)
3) Buy plastic boxes for my "green" logistics.
4) Pack up for my Pulau Tioman diving trip. Good bargain - damage already done. .....
5) Grey Hound maintenance, this dirty dog needs a wipe. Procrastinating? Forgetful? Bah...
6) Swim and probably run.

Oh .. Wait... Over there.. . over the hills..
Smoke.. Is it what I think it is?

ZhaoYun (FTOGPX) is calling for help, besieged by generals, infantrymen and archers, I shall move swiftly to his rescue. Black Lightning or Shadow Runner is not with me. I can only reach rally point by tomorrow night on foot. More sleepless nights ahead.

Too tired to blog last night because I had a long day. After cycling and only sleeping at 4am, I woke up at 8-ish to meet Conan for breakfast at Mac. Suppose to be my treat. But this fella is already starving and has ordered some food, starting without me. Right after breakfast, we reached our nearby training ground which was already packed with people (some picnic or birthday party). Blading seems better, probably after more practises and balancing acts. Conan felt that it was time to try out spinning stop. He did spin. He did stop. But, only face flat with a splat. After series of laughter, I had my equal share of spin stop falls. One thing we did right, we always checked to see if anyone spotted us falling. *ma-lu*

Somewhere not too far away, another warrior cries for help. Deeply engaged in battle, he cries out for his weak sidekick, Muggs, for an alliance. With the advancement of technology, I received a reinforcement request via SMS. Hence, we no longer use pigeons as messengers (they are just a source of food, as roast pigeons) nowadays. Young warrior, ZhaoYun, a.k.a. FTOGPX can hardly keep the massive army of soldiers charging at bay with his spear. After my inline skating session, I took a Red Hare ride to the frontlines and meet my comrade in need of my aid. We kicked countless asses in Dynasty Warriors (PS2) so hard that we only had toilet and meal breaks.

Muggs has no idea why they always pronounce "Cao Cao" as "Cow Cow" in Dynasty Warriors. His son "Cao Pi" would be "Cow Pi".

Longest ride so far. I just clocked 32km. Saw TP doing road block on other side of the road, while on my way back. I went over a road kill too... *puke* It was a pigeon which is dead already. Looked kind of dry. At the end of my ride, I checked my tyres for any organs/magots that I've picked up from the road kill. Lucky thing, no. Really hungry (well, actually tummy started growling during halfway through the ride), I ate some sandwiches from the 24hrs coffee shop.

Now, that I'm back, need to wash up and sleep. It's late. Conan is going to blast me if I'm late tomorrow.

Wasn't actually going to blog about this. A single but firm request from Conan, I have to oblige. Who can wrestle Conan, The Barbarian and make him tap out? Nope, not Muggs. How about this guy? He looks kinda tough.

Credits: Picture from here

Certainly Kurt can make Conan tap like a sissy? Nevermind that. Back to what I'm about to blog. Extracted from Conan and my conversation on Yahoo IM:

Conan: Whoa.. . 江美琪 - 我又想起你 ? Thinking of Turtle again?
Muggs: Well. ... erm .. yes. Anyway, Yahoo IM me.

Conan: When?
Muggs: Thursday. I did not blog about it.

Based on Conan's request, I shall pen it down. On the other hand, during last night's dinner with Kitty and people, Kitty asked me about her too. Anyway.......

Thursday, I went online on Yahoo and ....

Turtle: How are you? How are your old injuries?
Muggs: Still the same, they are here to stay. Not going to go off.

Turtle: Oh. Busy today?
Muggs: A little. But, still manageable.

Turtle: More house shifting.
Muggs: Ok. Mostly done?

Turtle: Yep. But, once all settled here. Might be going over to Shanghai, working there. Me, a normad.
Muggs: Ok.

Turtle: Got your bed frame yet?
Muggs: Just a phone call away, but just procrastinating. Anyway, my room is still in a mess. Not in the config that I want, yet. Just have to sleep on the floor, Jap style for now.

Turtle: Next weekend, I might be in town. Can I call you?
Muggs: You can try. I might be in the pool and I can't answer your call. Might have to wait a while.

Turtle: Ok. I need to see a doc. Not feeling too good.
Muggs: You should. Go.

Turtle: Ya. I will. I call you. Bye
Muggs: Sure. Bye

Logging off, I sensed that I missed something. I seem to have forgotten something. Till last night, I remembered. I will be going to dive next weekend. No wonder.... felt something is not right. Totally forgotten about trip (too bothered with things at work). I'll be out of town and she'll be in town. Ha... what a joke? Fate is playing a joke (as always). Not that it'll develop into something. But, I've never seen Lady Luck before. Usually taking a rain check when I need her around.

Long day tomorrow. Got to blade with Conan at around 10am, after our Mac Big Breakfast meal at 9am. Guess what? My treat. I'll make sure this uncle pays for the car decals that I make for him. Pengz

Wooo-hooo... .. just saw the new layout on Triathlon page. So, registration is open, might be a good guess. True enough, it is on. Now is still an early bird registration period. Hence, some slight discount. From now till then, no slacking in training.

Back from swim, still ..... a lot of swimmers. Had to battle it out. Just a short 25min swim. I'll wait for a while before I cycle. Probably move out at 1AM.

Last night, a short dinner gathering with Kitty, KittyTrainer and Nan. Nothing fanciful, just normal hawker food. Chit-chat and stuff. Seems like Kitty and I got closer these years and we think alike. Maybe given the fact that we dive, trek and do most outdoor sports? Nan being our SecSch classmate, seems to go into a "comparing" mode these years. It is just different from those younger days. Part of growing up? A price to pay? No idea. We had some desserts before heading home. But we did promise to plan for an overnight majong session at Nan's place. Nan will be out of town for the whole of May. So, June it is.

A re-post. Or rather, I shifted the post. A little too late to join in the fun, but the Peko Poko dolls just gave me an idea.

Presenting Muggs lame version of "I'm too sexy for my blog", originating from Xiaxue.

No. As a matter of fact, I'm not sexy at all. Never were, never am and never will be. I came across this "I'm too sexy for my blog" thingy on Mr. Brown's website, doing "The Original Sexy Blogger, XiaXue" classic photo. Now... that "I'm too sexy for my blog" look just reminds me of Turtle whenever she tries to cover up and hopes to get away scott free when she knows she's wrong.

江美琪 我又想起你

我想我还要继续学习 悲伤的时候不闭上眼睛
趁眼泪还没有形成前 就蒸发到空气里
我想我还要继续努力 听完了情歌可以不决堤
那些蠢蠢欲动爱的回忆 会让思念都哭泣
当我想起你 有一种绝望的灰心
总会让街头某个相似背影 惹得忍不住伤心
当我又想起你 是我躲避不及的原因
总以为可以否定你的爱情 却在不成眠的夜 我又想起你

Some of the best way a mother can shower her love to any of her children:
1) Cook a feast, 10 course dinner - dessert included.
2) Making "liang-teh" (traditional chinese tea, which has cooling effects on every human's biological system). Pouring into a cup included.
3) Clearing the whole family's laundry. Ironing included.
4) Spick and span, tip-top spring cleaning every nook and cranny of the house. Mopping include.
5) My mum's personal favorites: "Cough? See doctor." "Sneeze? See doctor." "Muscle ache? See doctor." "You listening to me anot?" .... Ma .... why is your son Muggs not a doctor by profession?
6) Any other requests....

Tonight, YellowMother selected option 2. Mmm mm .. , this concoction differs so much from her usual mix. A little unconvincing and sub-standard by just viewing it. No, I have not tasted it. It has a thick yellowish phlegm looking color. Is my mum a nuclear scientist or what?


Bala outsmarted me. He poured a glass full of the yellowish solution and conveniently left it on the table for me. Instantly, I feel like one of those white mice caged up in a scientist lab. I tried to mimic the cat in Shriek 2. "I'm too full. Can I not drink?". Apparently, it did not work. Pointless to resist now, I inhaled a lung full of air, pinched my nose and took a giant gulp. Forcing on a smile, sort of like a gun point situation, I remarked in a squeaky tone, " Mmmm ... Nice. I likey.".

Nodding her head, signifying approval of Muggs action, YellowMother is happily humming away some Teresa Teng songs now.

Karloong, your dear brother just drank one on your behalf. *belch* Yes, Karloong, that is Bala's sexy hairy legs in the background of the deadly mucus mix picture.