No, i'm not thinking of Antarctica :P These are the lyrics taken off a theme song from a local chinese drama - The Ultimatum (双子星). Cool huh? I like the song and the voice of the singer - 刘力扬
Anyway, i found another nice song by her - 眼淚笑了. Lyrics of both songs are found below each MV. Oh! Coincidentally, both songs contained a common 2-words. Check them out!
是谁从我天空摘走了星星
一转眼眉头聚满乌云
从来快乐悲伤都自己横行
忘了我也值得被关心
一双手一个梦
一路上不断的俯冲
痛到忘了要怎么喊痛
漫长的寂寞淹没我的难过
我的世界是零下的沙漠
其实我也想要拥抱的温柔
融化这颗坚强的泡沫
漫长的等候让人特别失落
锋锐寂寞把天空都割破
还有谁能够紧握着我的手
陪着我期待消失的彩虹
是谁将阳光都剪成了雨滴
天灰了，快乐总有限期
从来都陷在孤独的流沙里
忘了我也配被人在意
一个人一直走看着梦像做了又空
精疲力尽有没有哪里可以停泊
漫长的寂寞淹没我的难过
我的世界是零下的沙漠
其实我也想有拥抱的温柔
融化这颗坚强的泡沫
漫长的等候让人特别失落
锋锐寂寞把天空都割破
还有谁能够紧握着我的手
陪着我期待消失的彩虹
那是谁的温柔留在我的小手
微不足道却那么重
漫长的寂寞把意志都吞没
整个世界是沉默的漩涡
有谁能陪我手牵着手出走
带我离开空洞的星球
还有什么值得追求
还有什么可以拥有
把怀抱借给我是不是就不再颤抖
有谁能带走这美丽的哀愁
能让我相信被爱的理由
比想象中更痛 你真的没回头
我命令眼泪不许失控
回忆不跟你走 都挤在我心中
我就有责任让它值得被珍重
谢谢你曾让我难过
谢谢我没有想太多
当爱情左盼右顾的时候
我眼泪都笑了 谁还想哭呢
再勇敢的站着 找回光和热
面对你的时候 我不会舍不得
因为你已是过客 因为路有些曲折
是美的
心碎成了沙漠 就快开凿绿洲
我没有时间不知所措
你温柔的双手 本就不属于我
又何必在乎它以后属于谁呢
谢谢你曾让我难过
谢谢我没有想太多
当爱情左盼右顾的时候
我眼泪都笑了 谁还想哭呢
再勇敢的站着 找回光和热
面对你的时候 我不会舍不得
因为你已是过客 因为路有些曲折
你眼泪都笑了 谁还会哭呢
来不及完美的 就唱首骊歌
想起你的时候 我不是卑微的
反而我没有遗憾 因为我已爱过你
深深的
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Namibia Race Vids
OMG! I found some video clips of Namibia race on Utube! I can see myself on some footages!
Dr. Brandee Waite describes one of the tests required during check-in.
An interview of Christian at gear check
Bruce Walker (UK) at gear check
Getting ready to leave for Camp 1
Competitors show us their over weight backpacks before the start.
Ravenous competitors carb load for the last time pre-race
Local musicians and dancers entertain the camp.
The competitors gather before the start of RacingThePlanet: Namibia 2009
214 Competitors start the RacingThePlanet: Namibia 2009.
Ryan Sandes (South Africa) and Salvador Calvo Redondo (Spain) are ahead during the descent into Fish River Canyon.
Ryan Sandes (South Africa) ascends toward the exit of the Fish River Canyon.
Sissel Smaller (Norway) and friends on their descent into Fish River Canyon.
A fan and fellow competitor of Ryan Sandes speaks at Camp 2 (spot me behind)
Volunteers report on their work on stage 3 (with Cynthia)
On Stage 2, Michelle Cheung is anxious to get to Camp 3.
Competitors enjoy a stream next to camp at the end of stage 3.
A winded competitor at checkpoint 18 during the long stage (stage 4).
A slight injury has Charl looking forward to comfort in Camp 6.
From camp 6, Salvador recaps his experience on RacingThePlanet: Namibia 2009
From camp 6, Lucy looks back on the five previous stages.
Winding along the sea coast, stage 6 is breathtaking.
Finish line - watch out for me after the 2:00 minute!
Funny vid - Kobi ITZCHAKI (Israel) tells us why his team is slower than others
Funny vid - Miho Okabe persevering in spite of a bad injury.
Funny vid - Bug walks in as competitors checked in.
Funny vid - Stage 5, a careful re-enactment of an historical event.
Tony Brammer is questioned for gossip.
RacingThePlanet Staff travel over huge dunes in special vehicles.
Another deadly horned adder is spotted on the course.
A close look at the quiver trees that dot the Namibian landscape.
Dr. Brandee Waite describes one of the tests required during check-in.
An interview of Christian at gear check
Bruce Walker (UK) at gear check
Getting ready to leave for Camp 1
Competitors show us their over weight backpacks before the start.
Ravenous competitors carb load for the last time pre-race
Local musicians and dancers entertain the camp.
The competitors gather before the start of RacingThePlanet: Namibia 2009
214 Competitors start the RacingThePlanet: Namibia 2009.
Ryan Sandes (South Africa) and Salvador Calvo Redondo (Spain) are ahead during the descent into Fish River Canyon.
Ryan Sandes (South Africa) ascends toward the exit of the Fish River Canyon.
Sissel Smaller (Norway) and friends on their descent into Fish River Canyon.
A fan and fellow competitor of Ryan Sandes speaks at Camp 2 (spot me behind)
Volunteers report on their work on stage 3 (with Cynthia)
On Stage 2, Michelle Cheung is anxious to get to Camp 3.
Competitors enjoy a stream next to camp at the end of stage 3.
A winded competitor at checkpoint 18 during the long stage (stage 4).
A slight injury has Charl looking forward to comfort in Camp 6.
From camp 6, Salvador recaps his experience on RacingThePlanet: Namibia 2009
From camp 6, Lucy looks back on the five previous stages.
Winding along the sea coast, stage 6 is breathtaking.
Finish line - watch out for me after the 2:00 minute!
Funny vid - Kobi ITZCHAKI (Israel) tells us why his team is slower than others
Funny vid - Miho Okabe persevering in spite of a bad injury.
Funny vid - Bug walks in as competitors checked in.
Funny vid - Stage 5, a careful re-enactment of an historical event.
Tony Brammer is questioned for gossip.
RacingThePlanet Staff travel over huge dunes in special vehicles.
Another deadly horned adder is spotted on the course.
A close look at the quiver trees that dot the Namibian landscape.
Monday, June 15, 2009
I had a dream
Not sure how this came about.
Last night, I dreamt of my first bf and i even processed his name in my subconscious mind.
It was a bizarre scene. He was squatting down, talking to a current colleague of mine. I could see his face very clearly as my dream "camera" zoomed in. He looked pretty much the same as i last saw him 16 years ago...just older (naturally, logically speaking).
When i tried to say hi and get his contact details, he simply walked away after scribbling some words that possibly suggested an email address.
The dream continued in some incoherent sequence (as what dreams always do, at least for mine).
There's this saying "One's first love is the most unforgettable". I couldn't agree more. A big part of me has been feeling guilty towards him all this while. I felt that i owe him an explanation and apology for our breakup. With the emergence of internet utilities like facebook, i did try searching for him but with no success. Well, even if i did find him, he probably wouldn't remember me after so long.
And the question is - would i even summon the guts to acknowledge him if ever i bump into him on the streets?
Last night, I dreamt of my first bf and i even processed his name in my subconscious mind.
It was a bizarre scene. He was squatting down, talking to a current colleague of mine. I could see his face very clearly as my dream "camera" zoomed in. He looked pretty much the same as i last saw him 16 years ago...just older (naturally, logically speaking).
When i tried to say hi and get his contact details, he simply walked away after scribbling some words that possibly suggested an email address.
The dream continued in some incoherent sequence (as what dreams always do, at least for mine).
There's this saying "One's first love is the most unforgettable". I couldn't agree more. A big part of me has been feeling guilty towards him all this while. I felt that i owe him an explanation and apology for our breakup. With the emergence of internet utilities like facebook, i did try searching for him but with no success. Well, even if i did find him, he probably wouldn't remember me after so long.
And the question is - would i even summon the guts to acknowledge him if ever i bump into him on the streets?
Thursday, June 4, 2009
After the dust has settled
Some 11 days ago, Racingtheplanet Namibia has drawn its curtain. The post-race
emotion however, still lingers within. Pardon me. I headed for a vacation in another
country right after the race hence am a little retarded.
I reckon it.s normal to feel lost after a major event? A fellow participant emailed me,citing withdrawal symptoms for coming races. I.m fortunate I do not incline towards the same. In fact, I am eagerly looking forward to the next race although there's nothing marked on my calendar...yet.
To a certain extent, the race broadened my social circle. I would never imagine meeting a more diverse group of people than this over a short span of 7 days. Prior to the race, the competitors. bio data had been given to us. Lazy me couldn.t bother to lift a finger on a single page. Unknowingly, I have brushed shoulders with doctors, lawyers, investment bankers, CEOs and even a HK chief police inspector during the course. Ignorance is bliss. On hindsight, I thought that was better. It does not matter who or what you are. All are equal on the race field.
The race has also brought about a great deal of fresh insights to my life perspective. Until Elaine told me, I had no idea I was sharing tent with a bunch of hardcore racers. All (with exclamation) had participated in at least one RTP race. Yukako, from Japan has completed 8 such ultra-endurance races (including 2 MDS). Her boyfriend, Jesse Korea), clocked 11 RTP races (the most in the world, so far). They are crazy. I asked my tentmate, Christian Lambert, why he kept coming back for more. He said once in a while, we need to leave aside our daily chores and reset our lives. This race allows him to rethink about his priorities in life.
Being at the back of the pack enabled me to experience more camaraderie. I consider this my honor, really, to race alongside with normal beings who are neither fleet of foot nor muscle of Olympian and whose feet blister like everyone else, bodies tire after nights and days of racing...YET they exuberated cheerful spirits and remarkable sportsmanship throughout. Honestly, I forgot how many times I was moved by their gestures. For a long time in my life, I will be grateful to Cynthia who helped me pull through the night walk at Stage 1 (I never expect taking 15 hours to clear 39km. At least not on the 1st day of a multi-stage race!); and the Buttery-Morrison for their helping hands at Stages 1(the river crossings and rescuing me when I was sliding off a stone boulder.no kidding), 2 & 4 (ewww, those awful night walks over plains and hills of rocks that never seem to end). And not in the least will I forget the unwavering "I-don't-quit" fighting spirit demonstrated by the Korean team and the .You are doing great!. cheers from the ever enthusiastic volunteers despite having to start each day earlier than us but only stop work
after the last competitor returned to camp.
I am a cry-baby. When Huan Kiat commented that I am tenacious, I bet he had no idea
how many times I whined inwardly during the course. Cynthia who competed and met
Chee Meng & Clarence at Gobi March 2008 said I was crazy yet brave to sign up on my own. She exclaimed,"You mean you actually listened to those 2 guys?!" I replied I
just plain stupid and silently chided myself being 不自量力, signing up for a big race
when my fitness level vastly pales in comparison to my friends who have done this
before. My literal thoughts were,"人家做，你也要做。你算哪根葱?!" Thank God -
every now and then, there.s this angel inside my head who will battle against all the
negative thoughts. As the strife continued, the body plodded on. It's amazing how
unsynchronized one's body and mind can get when you are by yourself in a desert.
There was a near-breaking point although for the entire race, the option to drop out never cross my mind (not even after I was traumatized and delirious from the treacherous night walk from Stage 4 30-60km). During the long march between 80 to 90km, my spine started to hurt. I feared an UTI recurrence. Struggling with the heat, fatigue and pressure of not meeting the cutoff time (which I only learnt minutes after reaching 80km CP), I felt alone and helpless. Quite a shitty feeling. I knew I could only seek medical attention at the next CP, which was like 9km away? Trust me. 9km IS a LONG distance after walking 80km and deprived of sleep. At this desperate juncture, the volunteers. van drove past and stopped beside me. I think it was Emma who asked if I was alright. I swear at that very instant, the thought of hopping onto the vehicle was so darn prancing in my head. I replied feebly that I'm not okay but I.m hanging in there. "Great! Continue to hang in there, alright?" Off went the van and I'm on my own again.
"You have not been cut off yet. Even if you are gonna lose the battle, at least put on a good fight!" With that, I picked myself up and started running.with my head looking to the ground. Why look down? Heheh. This is an Ivy thing cos if I look to the front, the perceived covered distance seems pathetically short. I do this in Singapore too =P Anyway, I guessed the participants whom I overtook must have thought I went berserk. But heck! This method took me to the finish line of the long march =P
As I entered the 100km campsite with 10 other competitors, my spirits flew high
although both my ankles were strained. Never mind, I told myself. I got the Pauline
theory in my head "If I strain one ankle, I have the other good one. If both are bad, I still got my trekking pole!" Despite appearing unglamorous with a limp, I cleared the remaining 2 stages. A competitor captured my tak-glam moment as I "crawled" up a sand dune. Obviously, he took it without my knowledge and only showed me the shot during the awards banquet. I felt embarrassed but amused.
At the end point as I was happily chomping proper food (aka pizza and beer), Dilan,
Huan Kiat and I shared some post-race thoughts on what kept us going. My answer:
money and friends.
Financially, it wasn't easy for me to go for this race. And when I said I am paying my arse off, it's really quite near there.
Friends . Although I was alone during the race, I wasn't really alone. My friends were rooting for me at home, in the States and whilst climbing Everest! Even my chummy girlfriends whom I've known for more than a decade but aren't the least into running were cheering me on! It's difficult to put my exact sentiments into words. One must experience it for oneself - that immense warmth that travels straight to the heart.
Since my Stages 1 and 2 were completed way after sunset, the cybertent was closed by the time I returned to campsite. I only managed to read my mails on Stage 3 night (how apt, just before long march!). Kah Shin told me Chee Meng has been updating the group regularly. Knowing that my friends are tracking my progress and supporting me at every stage was helluva encouragement.
That night, I read my mails with teary eyes hence only captured bits and pieces of what everyone wrote. Thankfully, I recorded the essence in each mail. By daybreak, I was all psyched for the 100km. The trust that each and every one of them has in me, that I can complete the race.that really really spurred me on. When my spirits were low, I reminded myself I can.t disappoint these folks at home.
Now, I'm glad that the dust has settled.
While on my way home last evening, I passed by this path of dry soil. Expectedly, the
desert was the first thing that came to my mind and I thought to myself, "Would I do
another one?"
I smiled.
emotion however, still lingers within. Pardon me. I headed for a vacation in another
country right after the race hence am a little retarded.
I reckon it.s normal to feel lost after a major event? A fellow participant emailed me,citing withdrawal symptoms for coming races. I.m fortunate I do not incline towards the same. In fact, I am eagerly looking forward to the next race although there's nothing marked on my calendar...yet.
To a certain extent, the race broadened my social circle. I would never imagine meeting a more diverse group of people than this over a short span of 7 days. Prior to the race, the competitors. bio data had been given to us. Lazy me couldn.t bother to lift a finger on a single page. Unknowingly, I have brushed shoulders with doctors, lawyers, investment bankers, CEOs and even a HK chief police inspector during the course. Ignorance is bliss. On hindsight, I thought that was better. It does not matter who or what you are. All are equal on the race field.
The race has also brought about a great deal of fresh insights to my life perspective. Until Elaine told me, I had no idea I was sharing tent with a bunch of hardcore racers. All (with exclamation) had participated in at least one RTP race. Yukako, from Japan has completed 8 such ultra-endurance races (including 2 MDS). Her boyfriend, Jesse Korea), clocked 11 RTP races (the most in the world, so far). They are crazy. I asked my tentmate, Christian Lambert, why he kept coming back for more. He said once in a while, we need to leave aside our daily chores and reset our lives. This race allows him to rethink about his priorities in life.
Being at the back of the pack enabled me to experience more camaraderie. I consider this my honor, really, to race alongside with normal beings who are neither fleet of foot nor muscle of Olympian and whose feet blister like everyone else, bodies tire after nights and days of racing...YET they exuberated cheerful spirits and remarkable sportsmanship throughout. Honestly, I forgot how many times I was moved by their gestures. For a long time in my life, I will be grateful to Cynthia who helped me pull through the night walk at Stage 1 (I never expect taking 15 hours to clear 39km. At least not on the 1st day of a multi-stage race!); and the Buttery-Morrison for their helping hands at Stages 1(the river crossings and rescuing me when I was sliding off a stone boulder.no kidding), 2 & 4 (ewww, those awful night walks over plains and hills of rocks that never seem to end). And not in the least will I forget the unwavering "I-don't-quit" fighting spirit demonstrated by the Korean team and the .You are doing great!. cheers from the ever enthusiastic volunteers despite having to start each day earlier than us but only stop work
after the last competitor returned to camp.
I am a cry-baby. When Huan Kiat commented that I am tenacious, I bet he had no idea
how many times I whined inwardly during the course. Cynthia who competed and met
Chee Meng & Clarence at Gobi March 2008 said I was crazy yet brave to sign up on my own. She exclaimed,"You mean you actually listened to those 2 guys?!" I replied I
just plain stupid and silently chided myself being 不自量力, signing up for a big race
when my fitness level vastly pales in comparison to my friends who have done this
before. My literal thoughts were,"人家做，你也要做。你算哪根葱?!" Thank God -
every now and then, there.s this angel inside my head who will battle against all the
negative thoughts. As the strife continued, the body plodded on. It's amazing how
unsynchronized one's body and mind can get when you are by yourself in a desert.
There was a near-breaking point although for the entire race, the option to drop out never cross my mind (not even after I was traumatized and delirious from the treacherous night walk from Stage 4 30-60km). During the long march between 80 to 90km, my spine started to hurt. I feared an UTI recurrence. Struggling with the heat, fatigue and pressure of not meeting the cutoff time (which I only learnt minutes after reaching 80km CP), I felt alone and helpless. Quite a shitty feeling. I knew I could only seek medical attention at the next CP, which was like 9km away? Trust me. 9km IS a LONG distance after walking 80km and deprived of sleep. At this desperate juncture, the volunteers. van drove past and stopped beside me. I think it was Emma who asked if I was alright. I swear at that very instant, the thought of hopping onto the vehicle was so darn prancing in my head. I replied feebly that I'm not okay but I.m hanging in there. "Great! Continue to hang in there, alright?" Off went the van and I'm on my own again.
"You have not been cut off yet. Even if you are gonna lose the battle, at least put on a good fight!" With that, I picked myself up and started running.with my head looking to the ground. Why look down? Heheh. This is an Ivy thing cos if I look to the front, the perceived covered distance seems pathetically short. I do this in Singapore too =P Anyway, I guessed the participants whom I overtook must have thought I went berserk. But heck! This method took me to the finish line of the long march =P
As I entered the 100km campsite with 10 other competitors, my spirits flew high
although both my ankles were strained. Never mind, I told myself. I got the Pauline
theory in my head "If I strain one ankle, I have the other good one. If both are bad, I still got my trekking pole!" Despite appearing unglamorous with a limp, I cleared the remaining 2 stages. A competitor captured my tak-glam moment as I "crawled" up a sand dune. Obviously, he took it without my knowledge and only showed me the shot during the awards banquet. I felt embarrassed but amused.
At the end point as I was happily chomping proper food (aka pizza and beer), Dilan,
Huan Kiat and I shared some post-race thoughts on what kept us going. My answer:
money and friends.
Financially, it wasn't easy for me to go for this race. And when I said I am paying my arse off, it's really quite near there.
Friends . Although I was alone during the race, I wasn't really alone. My friends were rooting for me at home, in the States and whilst climbing Everest! Even my chummy girlfriends whom I've known for more than a decade but aren't the least into running were cheering me on! It's difficult to put my exact sentiments into words. One must experience it for oneself - that immense warmth that travels straight to the heart.
Since my Stages 1 and 2 were completed way after sunset, the cybertent was closed by the time I returned to campsite. I only managed to read my mails on Stage 3 night (how apt, just before long march!). Kah Shin told me Chee Meng has been updating the group regularly. Knowing that my friends are tracking my progress and supporting me at every stage was helluva encouragement.
That night, I read my mails with teary eyes hence only captured bits and pieces of what everyone wrote. Thankfully, I recorded the essence in each mail. By daybreak, I was all psyched for the 100km. The trust that each and every one of them has in me, that I can complete the race.that really really spurred me on. When my spirits were low, I reminded myself I can.t disappoint these folks at home.
Now, I'm glad that the dust has settled.
While on my way home last evening, I passed by this path of dry soil. Expectedly, the
desert was the first thing that came to my mind and I thought to myself, "Would I do
another one?"
I smiled.
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