Archive for Fitness

Post-Cancer Perspectives and Triumphs


If you saw me in my bathing suit, you’d probably notice that my body bends like one of those rain forest trees straining at an angle to grab the sun’s rays. But I don’t care. It wouldn’t be healthy if I was jealously gazing at all the straight-looking bodies (yeah, people like you).  Longing for […]

Write it, Say it, Then Tell Someone About It

If I want to achieve something, and if I don’t write it down, then it hardly ever gets done. One of the few things I’m good at it is saving money. At the beginning of each work year, I write down what I want to save for the year. And every month, I write down […]

Thoughts on materialism, money and health


  When I was a kid, I would have done just about anything to own a Porsche—or at least to drive one. Today, if a friend said, “Take my Porsche Carrera out for a spin,” I’d probably want to do it at night, when nobody could see me. What does that mean? Over the past […]

My Worst Day’s Silver Lining

November 16th, 2009 wasn’t such a good day for me. I started it off reading a few pages of Andre Agassi’s autobiography, Open. The guy was whining about hating tennis—complaining that he had always hated tennis. “What a waste,” I thought. Forget about the tennis player for a moment and think about the man, spending […]

No joke—I think I just cracked a rib running!

Smoothly picking up speed, I glided down the running track earlier today, approaching a pace that I figured was equivalent to a 6 minute mile. That was the goal:  to run a 6 minute mile. After one lap, I doubled over, heaving from the effort.  And as strange as it sounds, I think that one […]

“Old Guys” win the Singapore Raw Duathlon

We overheard from some younger chaps, that a “bunch of old guys” won Singapore’s Raw Duathlon last Sunday, 26th April 2009–for the 5km run, 40km cycle, 5km run relay category. I certainly never considered myself an “old guy” but we were fortunate enough to win with an average age that was north of 40. We […]

Finishing First on the F1 Race Track

In September of last year, my parents came to visit me in Singapore.  And during their first evening, I dragged my keen but jet-lagged dad downtown to watch the world’s first Formula 1 night race, where we sat in a grandstand, looking down at cars that screamed through a tight bend, accelerated viciously, and then […]



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