The strength of my mind makes up for what I lack in my arms - Eugene Tay
Sex is the easy part.
Back of the car, mall toilets, changing room, in the cinema, stairwell, in a tent by the beach, against the side of a bus in the heavy vehicle's parking lot after dark.
Bringing up the child in a conducive environment is another matter. Without your own place, you're going to have to contend with parents/in-laws or sub-tenants. Space here represents both the physical space as well as the personal space. What the G doesn't take into account when making policies is the psychological and social repercussions on its citizens. Everything is numbers on a excel spreadsheet to them.
Personal space is the comfort zone that we each like to maintain during both physical and emotional interactions with other people. When we lose that space, we begin to develop feelings of discomfort, irritability and anxiety. Most of us are not even aware of our emotional states sometimes. Just get on a train during peak hours; you can see it on people's faces: The pulsating frustration beneath the veneer of indifference.
I have friends who are raising a kid (or two) in a shared apartment, and when I compared them to others who have their own place, I noticed a stark contrast. The ones who are staying with their in-laws or sub-tenants constantly feel drained, exhausted and are frequently arguing over, what seems like, minor issues. I'm not expert in this area and I have not done intensive ground survey, but I've got a feeling I'm on the right track with this one. Please leave me a comment below if you agree or disagree with this observation. I would like to get your take on this.
And you can read this article if you need more ideas on making out in small places. You're welcome.
I attempted the Spartan Sprint in Singapore on the 7th of May, 2016. My friends thought I wouldn't survive it. "You look like you'll keel over and die before you even hit the halfway mark. You sure you wanna do it?" they asked. They weren't being dicks about it. It was a serious concern. I was the weakest link in the group who got winded during the warm up stage of the pre-race training. Even I thought it was a crazy idea.
But I've paid for the damned tickets already, and like every homegrown, penny counting, Singaporean, I decided to go ahead cause... well, I've paid. That's a good reason as any I suppose. Whatever that kicks my ass out of bed to do the "impossible".
I completed Spartan Sprint and with a fair amount of pride. Still high on the adrenaline and a beer fueled night, I made a crazy commitment - I bought myself a ticket to the next available race - Spartan Beast in KL. I had 5 months to get ready from Sprint to Beast.
This time, I was going solo. The seasoned racers thought I had gone off my rockers. Friends were making side bets that I'm going to cook up some excuse and back out at the last minute. Even my calf muscles are screaming out in defiance from just the thought of traversing 30 obstacles over 21 kilometers against the most unforgiving undulating terrain. "This isn't Singapore," they reminded me.
Well, shit just got real cause... well, I've paid for it.
Maybe I might make it over the fire pit, maybe I won't. Maybe I might have to be heli-evac'd out of the Putrajaya forest. There's only one way to find out. At some point, this race is no longer about physical fitness. It's about discipline. It's about resilience. It's about pure grit and having the godamn cojones to face the impossible.
For as long as I'm drawing breath, I'm going to put one foot in front of the other and keep right on a-moving.
Aroo! Aroo! Aroo!
"You're the average of your five friends," says motivational speaker Jim Rohn. So if you don't like who you are, maybe it's time to find new friends. - Eugene Tay
If you're feeling overwhelmed by the endless tasks in your in-tray or plagued by problems you can't solve, just channel the zen from this man. He just cruises through like he owns the place. Zero fucks were given.