First dates are always memorable, particularly so for sentimentalists. One can forget the first time you lied to your parents, the very first expletive you used on a nemesis. But we never ever forget our first date - whether positively or otherwise.
The feelings of anxiety the night before, the innate fear of running out of topics, awkward moments of silences... Endless (and often unconfounded) worries that the ultimate cock-up will happen...
Exactly 11 years ago, I summoned the courage to invite a gal to watch a potential ultimate cock-up occur. I still remember it was a HCJC band concert. Now, I've never been a big fan of school bands, but then again, it didn't matter whether it was a band performance or a Hollywood movie - one wouldn't pay attention anyway. Not on a first date. =p
Thankfully, the ultimate cock-up didn't happen... and Qi Qi and I still hold that special evening close to our hearts. What makes today special would be that this would be our last "first date anniversary" together as singles (That's the thing with sentimentalists... anniversaries for everything! =p). By the time the next May 19 comes around, that would be our first "first date anniversary" together as a married couple!
I have only ever run 3 marathons in my life, all of which are memorable for unique reasons. There was the one in 2006, my inaugural attempt at completing the 42 km run. Then there was the one the following year when Qi Qi was there beside me throughout the run, with the excruciating pain in my knees afterwards forcing me into an early "retirement" from long distance running.
And of course there is the one which I have been running for 11 years now (how about that for stamina? =p) Shoulder to shoulder, stride for stride, with the one who has stood by me especially when the going was tough.
Come September, we would have reached another significant milestone along this journey.
But for sure, we will always be fully committed to finishing this lifelong race together.
The feelings of anxiety the night before, the innate fear of running out of topics, awkward moments of silences... Endless (and often unconfounded) worries that the ultimate cock-up will happen...
Exactly 11 years ago, I summoned the courage to invite a gal to watch a potential ultimate cock-up occur. I still remember it was a HCJC band concert. Now, I've never been a big fan of school bands, but then again, it didn't matter whether it was a band performance or a Hollywood movie - one wouldn't pay attention anyway. Not on a first date. =p
Thankfully, the ultimate cock-up didn't happen... and Qi Qi and I still hold that special evening close to our hearts. What makes today special would be that this would be our last "first date anniversary" together as singles (That's the thing with sentimentalists... anniversaries for everything! =p). By the time the next May 19 comes around, that would be our first "first date anniversary" together as a married couple!
I have only ever run 3 marathons in my life, all of which are memorable for unique reasons. There was the one in 2006, my inaugural attempt at completing the 42 km run. Then there was the one the following year when Qi Qi was there beside me throughout the run, with the excruciating pain in my knees afterwards forcing me into an early "retirement" from long distance running.
And of course there is the one which I have been running for 11 years now (how about that for stamina? =p) Shoulder to shoulder, stride for stride, with the one who has stood by me especially when the going was tough.
Come September, we would have reached another significant milestone along this journey.
But for sure, we will always be fully committed to finishing this lifelong race together.