I Have A Dream

Chasing goals, chasing dreams, chasing goals, chasing dreams. My life wouldn’t be quite the same without these goals and dreams I set for myself…

I HAVE A DREAM

The past few months have been spent concretising the various steps to achieving a long-time dream in 2013.  This explains the silence…

I HAVE A DREAM

I cannot seem to find the right words to describe my excitement, anticipation, trepidation at the road ahead in 2013. Maybe three letters would suffice…WOW!

I HAVE A DREAM

Join me as I go along this journey. The journey of realising my dream of running 7 marathons on 7 continents! North America, Asia, Australia and Europe continents are in the bag and marathons in the continents of Africa, South America and Antarctica beckon in  2013. While doing so, I am raising funds for the elderly and I hope to increase awareness of the needs of the elderly. All this is in remembrance of my grand-mother “Ah Ma” who brought me up and without whom, I would not be who I am today.

I HAVE A DREAM

The journey begins on http://www.yvonne7marathons7continents.com. Join me as I embark upon these new running adventures in 2013. Spread the word and if possible, do consider making a donation towards the elderly assisted by the TSAO Foundation in Singapore. Thank you for the support!

“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” – Aesop

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What I think about while walking around Paris

I’ve always loved autumn/fall. The falling leaves and autumn rain bring out the romantic, almost melancholic side of a city…

Squinting my eyes while taking this shot opposite Musée d’Orsay, I was thankful that there was a glimpse of sunlight breaking through the grey clouds and gloomy rain…

I’ve never noticed that the lamp-posts on Place de la Concorde were painted green…what a strange colour for a lamp-post…

Need I say more?

Where’s the Bright Yellow Ball?

The days are getting shorter while the hemlines are getting longer…

The bright yellow ball is mischievously playing hide-and-seek, meanwhile the somber sky lingers…

Flowers once radiant are withering away as winter hollers…

It’s getting cold, it’s getting dark…

If Iron Nun Can Do It, So Can You

“First, you have to have the desire. Then, once you have the desire, you can become a little bit more daring, and with daring you get determination. And with determination comes the dedication, and then the actual doing. Those are the five Ds.”

The person who said this has competed in more than 340 triathlons, including over 46 Ironman triathlons and countless other races.  What makes up an Ironman triathlon? Swim 3.86 km (2.4 miles), cycle 180 km (112 miles) and then run a full marathon (42.2km or 26.2 miles). No mean feat! Well, guess what? The lady who’s achieved the above is also 82 years old and recently finished the Ironman Canada triathlon in August 2012 with a timing of 16h:32m, setting the world record as the oldest woman to complete an Ironman Triathlon. She’s Sister Madonna Buder, a nun who lives in Washington and has earned the moniker of the “Iron Nun” for her amazing feats.

I think I can safely say that Sister Madonna Buder’s achievements puts many of us who are younger than her by 10, 20, 40 or even 60 years to shame.  She’s my daily inspiration and make that an upsized daily inspiration! To those who think that they are too old or their bodies too weak to exercise or go the distance, throw caution to the wind and give your bodies a shot at what it’s capable of doing.

Put on your shoes and go run now! 😉

Where Did All the Time Go?

I remember we used to copy one another’s homework, get hauled up for our short school skirts, make last-ditch attempts to squeeze in one year’s worth of school syllabus in a week in order to scrap through our examinations, shout at the top of our voices to cheer our school’s sports teams, think of ways and means to get a chance to speak to the boys we had a crush on, spend an inordinate amount of time at fast-food joints after school’s out and have girly stayovers at your place where we would chat until we could hardly keep our eyelids open. Those were carefree teenage years and somehow, we grew up and became who we are today. Working adults, wives and you, a mother.

Where did all the time go?

My dad sent me a box of my trinkets. A box that I had stashed away more than a decade ago and long forgotten about.  Opening it was akin to opening a Christmas present as I held my breath momentarily in anticipation of what I would find in there. Badges that we proudly wore on our uniforms in our youth stared right back at me as I clicked open the box.  A wave of fond memories engulfed my mind.

Nostalgia warmed my heart. The times we’ve laughed; the times we’ve celebrated; the times we’ve cried; and the times we’ve quarreled. I wondered if we had imagined ourselves to be who we are today when we were younger… 

Where did all the time go?