Eyes wide open, ears shut

"What makes you tick?"

This Question has been ticking around my head for ages. I can't remember since when, but it just stuck. People in my opinion are moved or move by something. That girl you see strutting around in stilettos, short mini skirt and low-cut top ,may not seem as what you perceive. That hunk you meet whose biceps and triceps make you want to weep isn't all that macho when he sees a mouse. However that guy who has his nose in books all the time may not seem like the perfect social candidate but is the nicest guy around.

The fact that all of us are driven by some inner drive and purpose makes me wonder what is it all about actually?

Running a marathon is all about the brain. How you try to deceive the brain to run that kilometers, knowing that you are a goner can be quite tricky.

Not being an ardent runner or sportswoman, running a marathon is an achievement to me. Its something I would do once... maybe not twice..or trice.. after having the privilage of experiencing butt and everywhere aches for the consequent days. Having said that, the latest marathon which I signed up for almost a month ago was something out of the random. I wanted to be a great teamplayer and that by joining the marathon, it was just "the" thing to do to encourage others to join. (the you join, i join attitude)

Back to the point. Some ran the race to finish it. Some to get the certificate and medal. Some for the prize money. Some for friends and participative reasons (like me). There were some for their boyfriend's. Some for the company. Some for just some... reasons.

Enduring the race needs psyching yourself up. Thinking about the reasons you were running for. For me, I decided 3 minutes before the gunshot went and the fact that I have woken up at 530am to get my butt there, all dressed up was the reason to run. Also there were Bernice Foo and Christine Yap as supporters from my One United cell and that kinda pushed me as they were there to support. They are really gems!!! truly! Love u girls.


So on the road, you can see the people running towards something.

"Passion. Are you running towards something that counts?"

Whilst panting in between breaths, there was Vincent telling me about getting the certs and that was pushing him.. cause we missed it by 2 mins the last time. There was also Angela who was doing it for fun, having not registered. There were old men running the 42km for? Beats me..

Basically we were all drivin by something stronger than us. Our minds.

I met a girl today at uni. She is a very pretty leggy girl with big eyes and a great smile to top it off. The fact that I always saw her as a playful girl, having all the car motorshows to work part time, model shoots etc, using her beauty as her advantage, always made me think that she was all beauty and no responsibilities. Being a hi! and bye! friend, i never got to know her. Today however, we talked a little more than usual and she shared that she works part time to fund her education. I was very taken aback. I always thought of her as a girl of leisure, having no worries, strutting around in heels, branded hangbags, and new hairstyles.





So., I guess having the responsibility in funding yourself makes her 1000 times better than me. The girl who doesn't even have to fund her education, not only doesn't do well and make her parents pround, but is such an ungrateful daughter at times.





I'm still learning. Please forgive me mum, dad.