All These Backlog of Talks I Attended

I faithfully took down notes thinking I would blog about each talk that I attended these past months but days and work piled and I never got around to it so I’ll just slap on these slides here as a way to remind me someday that this crazy period of attending events, seminars, conferences was a form of cramming the marketing I should have done if I was not waylaid by mental glitches and dubious choices and it’s a form of DIY-ing my continuing education in life and life-long learning is rather like a run-on sentence that never seems to end until it does, but unlike the sentence, it shouldn’t but it is a kind of life sentence, pun intended, not the bad kind but the good.

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Ten

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Hold it!  Hold it!   Ten years — did that whiz by too fast?  His birthday rolls by and it’s not the same like the earlier years where my eyes stayed dry.  He’s far from that baby I cradled and now in that tweenage phase.  I wonder if my parents felt that strange sentimental mix when I turned a decade and over.  I feel all the more grateful to my Mom and Dad for the years they stood by me.  I feel all the more nostalgic about those years of cuteness overload near the starting line.  I stare at pictures with amazement — this enormous gift, this privilege of being your Mom and just not wanting to screw up but being human makes this quite unavoidable.

 

The Bike Playground!

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When internal and external accusations of workaholism abound, it’s time to take a break and head for the long overdue, much delayed, long planned visit to the Bike Playground!  And it’s our family’s new happy place indeed!  Jimmy was off to a rough start being his disobedient self, not following what the coach said.  After a while, he out-biked everyone else and nobody could stop him from owning the other-worldly looking course.

The two boys and their dad were naturals but the mother was a scared chicken content to stay in the island in the middle of it all, laptop out and working away while the soothing breeze funneled into the covered court.  It was my resort for the day sans the beach and the sea.  I laid on the black floor designed with international standards to serve stunt bike enthusiasts, now serving a mom on a break.

I think I want my dream house to be in the middle of an alien terrain for bikers.  I want to have a rock- climbing practice wall on one side and giant trampolines on another.  Hanging nets, bridges and hey, while we’re daydreaming to the hilt, how about the whole new wing of the Singapore Changi airport with greenhouse and infinite options to play.  Then again, that would be too much for me.  I’d like it to be for Abot Tala instead – space surrounded by garden, forest and room for a variety of sports.

At one point, I mustered the courage to don the bike helmet and push the bike to the starting line.  One look at the height of the curves I had to plunge into, I backed out and retreated, whimpering without even trying.  I was content to admire my boys’ bravery and energy which I only had for doing something equally crazy as an alternative to traditional school.  Many moons ago, I was a mountain biker with more guts but even then, I walked the bike at some steep slopes.  Age has made me fear some things but there are also things that I face with more courage.

Jimmy fell, got up many times and stood back up without hesitation.  That’s a lesson we have been wanting him to learn – to stick to something despite the pain and difficulty.  Taekwondo didn’t do it for him but now biking (not on flat road but on curved surfaces) and potentially break dancing are giving him the platform to do so since they fit his inclinations.

We stayed in the Bike Playground from 11am to 6:30pm.  My pockmarked legs tell me I have to bring a beach towel next time I want to lie on the center island.   Towards the afternoon, expert bikers came flying and dominated the course but Jimmy still wanted to strut his stuff.  At night, we rewarded the action-packed day (for the boys) and uber-relaxed day (for me) with unlimited Korean barbecue.  Hooray for Samgyupsalamat and the Bike Playground at Circulo Verde!

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Family Outing

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The expected unexpectedly happened — years and years of photos mysteriously vanished from my external hard drive so I have to salvage the photos left in my phone and place them in my blog which I use as a sort of cloud.  This happened before — losing a huge collection of digital pictures so I have been posting on my blog as a way of back-up.  This family beach trip happened months ago and it’s only now that I’m uploading as a permanent online souvenir of one happy day for all.

A GLISful Life

The school year has come to an end, and what a year to celebrate many, many blessings to be grateful for and shout out a great big thanks to everyone who made it meaningful and memorable!  I’ve been intending and delaying to gather these photos and this blog acts like a cloud in case the drive crashes and I lose all the pictures.  It did some years ago so I vowed to keep this digital footprint as a record of these oh so fleeting moments with two growing boys.