Thursday, June 28, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
I clearly remembered the last run and most breathe taking event I had last year was Spirit of Penang race hosted by STAR newspaper.
That was fun, thrill and exciting. But this time around I had to know about this event through my uni-mate, EK. It was all planned in detail that we will join the marathon in the first place which he suggest just ‘for fun’ then, initially he pulled out due to work commitment and same goes for the other friends so I had a sole choice to be ‘in’ or pull back. Then, I figured that what the heck since I don’t have such opportunity in mere future so I might as well go ahead even I know the fact that I will be running this on my own all alone.
And so, I signed up even though I had the pinch of how it feels like to be alone eventually I will be forlorn and be bored with no companion along the line. I was half awake, half a sleep with my eyes not so wide open and I tried to be nonchalant at best. Literally did I know that I have to be there at freaking 4morning just to register?
it's freaking tired, tired, tired and tired!
The crowd was huge, humongous, gigantic and monstrous because we look like a troop of ants loop. From the starting line we’re let off at 5.30. I ran at a small pace, then I walk and I tailed slowly. From there onwards, I foresee myself stop just yet and I moved on and kept on going. There were many incidents along the way like some participants got carried away in an ambulance probably due to weak metabolism? There were some people who ran until they left their shoes sole on the road and some just ran barefooted!
shoes sole out
bare footed treat
I couldn’t believe I actually ran this far and this much. Well, one of the reasons is that I had the determination to finish this race and I want to make it something I could achieve. In the midst of the race, I didn’t realised that I have actually cross the bridge and the sign board showed 7km.
Woo..i actually ran this far? Must be kidding but I am glad I have made this far though I tried to be meticulous not to overlap or bang into someone else.
The route back was more interesting because the thought of crossing the finish line was all up in head.
By then, the darkness has turned mild bright and the view can be clearly seen bit by bit. I had swells, and my midriff was pain and I felt a bit cramp. There were veterans and experience people who instantly became nouveau riche from this. Come on, 6k for the first to reach the finish line. Who dare say they don’t want a piece of this? What a big escaped!
And so, the big catch for the day was when I did it! I manage to reach this. My aim? I dare not dream big. All I wanted was just to finish the crossing line and have the satisfaction pinch in me. And I made it! I did it for 10km in an hour and 15mins. I don’t need logic from what has been said here.
I care not elaborate. You need not judge. Don’t be stingy and mean on me.
by end of the race, my running shoes can be kept as souvenir
...and i have weird leg.
The moment I got back I fall flat on the couch the first place. Then my 11year old nephew ask me why my butt is wet. I told him,
Then he said, "pose". I want to frame this!
Postwoman FINA at Sunday, June 24, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
With Singapore's Gross Domestic Production yearly, no wonder Singaporeans could splurge money like my grandfather Lee Kuan Yew keeps chopping and re-producing S$ dollar.
Postwoman FINA at Saturday, June 23, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Monday, June 18, 2007
Dear Mr./Mrs. Monday! Monday is a horrible day in any other days you have 7 in a row. So many days but die die Monday is the day, you strike hell horribly. I should suggest to my head that they should prepare me a place to sleep in the office to hence, it will be good then. Safe my time, safe money, I don’t need to worry and crack my head. My stress got ease off with ‘char siew pau’ and ‘bak chang’. Getting to eat bak is the best thing has happen in life.
It’s difficult for me to consume 'bak' at home under circumstances. I could not believe that I left work at 9pm yesterday. This is far the longest I have ever been. Then, I had a call from brother asking me to join them for dinner. It’s not quiet inviting to have dinner on mundane Monday. It’s bored. It’s intimidating. It’s insecure. It’s killing. Do you know where I had dinner on a black Monday?........Gowd…
Manhattan Fish Market
Crazy isn’t it. Extremely crazy psycho. I guess the food got me carried away.
The aftermath was the price you got to pay laaa..which was not so worth after all, but nevertheless if good food can curb or ease the pain well, let it be the medicine by all means.
Moral of the story, I figure that food can actually make one happy. It does for me, now. But my dream food has yet to come which WanTanMee can come to my rescue. Which is which having the stress overlap with indulgence food or just swallow my pain down. I am not prepared for Sunday yet. The last I check, I got to be there at 2am for the run. No need sleep ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?
will i survive this track or fall flat. Either i break or loose
I don't always get to eat okay! Stop looking at me.
Postwoman FINA at Monday, June 18, 2007
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Not too bad after all as weekend goes by this time. I guess the matter was I pull myself out from the cocoon. I manage to keep myself out from boredom by moving around the shopping centre and keep myself wander all day long. Actually I realised I prefer to shop alone. Call it lone ranger then. Probably I have more space considering elements fact like time, punctuality, a more relax and ease environment. It’s like you dealt your stuff all by your own. I need not go through fuss like waiting for someone or getting frustrated with third party where if they make hell of noise or grumble continuously. It’s not like I don’t like to hang out with clicks. I do hang with them. But sometimes, I just love to spend time by myself wandering around, and then I start reminiscing all the good times I have.
How I spend the weekend? I manage to catch Fantastic Four on Saturday with my nephew. It wasn’t that great after all, just ‘so-so’ I would say. For me, the best would still be Pirates of Caribbean. Nothing beats that. As usual, I attended mass this morning. Sunday what and yea, it’s Father’s Day but I got no Pa here. So, pass...I think all those people bringing their father out or shower them love with gifts are just hypocrite. If you love your father be obedient and good to him, everyday is also father’s day. No need to wait until the day where these money suckers earn big time. Crap la all these. I when for shopping spree from one center to another lot like hopping grasshopper. Well, not for me, I didn’t get anything for myself though I saw heels, slip on, tees that make me itch but then again if I don’t control there goes my unnecessary spending habits. Good that I conquer the bad habits today.
I didn’t know it was that difficult to get bermudas or pants for my other half. Aawww…have to choose size, and then color, likewise if it fits then prefect but if not then, gone case. Make tired the eyes only. Well, not too bad for the week. Tomorrow suck already. Call it Monday like so mundane routinely sick creep. Looking forward for Sunday’s run. I hope you had a good week too. Mine was not too bad (this week la). How bout yours?
Postwoman FINA at Sunday, June 17, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
I do hope I will manage to put in some time to visit my friend, Seong over in Tambun next week. Work is tight, time just flips away. Find it pretty hard to allocate. We will see how things go. Over the pass few weeks, I had a passion, crave for something. It started of with a sprout. I call it bean sprout. I did a corking work. I have been up to no good. I had such fetish crave for bean sprout that I had an idiotic idea to grow it. So I bought beans. How I wish I could have Jack’s bean. Ridiculous, I know. Well, the end result of the bean was pretty scary because I might not know whether I will eat it or not.
Let me show you the stupidest things I have done.
My so called edible bean sprout or some say 'taugeh'.
How to eat, so long one. But this miniature tree looks nice ler..
Yes, you got me. I was too 'yau kui'...undeniable.
Since I am going to be alone this weekend, I will probably go check out some stuff I need in July. And get my self a good sleep. Meeting and giving the kids tuition tomorrow. Got to bare it all out.
Postwoman FINA at Friday, June 15, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Weekend has to end. It happens all the time every week, every month. Nothing much that excites over the weekend. The only thing I had to put to ease was the rest I had on Saturday. Along come Grace who managed to pull my Sunday morning. She paid me a visit. Of, course I am happy! Did some catch up, we talk till 8 in the morning then she fall a sleep while I prepared for lunch. Basically, we update ourselves with what’s happening around our surrounding. By evening, I send her back to her venue and that’s it I got bored again. Feels like no life at all. Don’t know what to do. My next event would be looking forward on 24th June for Penang Bridge Run. Hope to make a difference. Life is just full of surprises. It’s always too early to judge but nevertheless, bear in mind the consequences. There's always a risk in every little thing we do, for every step we take. It's like a gamble. An investment.
I have no direction of what I want to do in life. I bet once your clear of your mind then things will be alright. Keep procrastinate. It's time I take life serious.
Postwoman FINA at Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby
What it all comes down to
Is that every thing's going to be fine, fine, fine?
Because I got one hand in my pocket and the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working…..
I care but I'm restless
I'm here but I'm really gone
I'm wrong and I'm sorry
What it all comes down to
Is that every thing's going to be quite alright
What it all comes down to
Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving the peace sign
I'm free but I'm focused
I'm green but I'm wise
I'm hard but I'm friendly
I'm sad but I'm laughing
I'm brave but I'm chicken shit
I'm sick but I'm pretty baby
What it all boils down to
Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the @#$%
What it all comes down to my friends
Is that every thing's just fine, fine, fine?
I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab...
Postwoman FINA at Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
I had a well rest over the weekend. Working has been a norm now that I have forgotten Saturday was also a public holiday. Miss the kids in tuition center. I have not taught for last two weeks yet to see them this coming weekend. It’s getting hard and harder as day goes by. Work has been not go great the recent weeks and my instinct tells me so, what’s left are yet to come in due time. Honestly, I am getting sick and at times the thought of puking comes naturally as work load tends to hunt me. Do you know how it feels when you’re caught up with pending work that never finish. And how you leave so early in the morning and return late after 8. Does life serve any purpose after that? I guess I am just being patient trying hard to ‘adapt’ life after all. My level intensity has yet to dry soon.
Maybe I am getting stress because of work. And when stress comes, the thought of family, love ones starts to play in my mind. This is the time, I really feel; desperately want to pack and heed back home. The aftermath of work has made me neglect family, friends and abandoned my passion on past time. I don’t do the activities I used to do. Not now anymore. I find it hard to allocate time well spend. I just do what I am able to make my time out of everything something like, killing two birds with one stone? I am trying hard to keep my cool, and chill because I am so afraid one fine day, when the weather turns black I might just explode together with lightning and thunder all comes around. My prediction the victims might be my nephew or niece or brother though at times my nephew and niece can really be a pain in my head.
Well, since I have a fix rest day over the weekend. I look forward for every weekend that comes and hate when Monday passes by. It feels like presenting me to hell. It’s brain straining and it’s torturing for the amount of work. So I think I should just lay my head back down. This path that I am walking I must go alone. I must take the baby steps until I am full grown. Just like fairy tales they don't always have a happy ending, do they? And I foresee the bright ahead if I stay. It’s too workaholic. I need proper lines down the road. I can’t afford to loose any more money can’t buy. It's personal, me, myself and I. I have got some straightening out to do.
Postwoman FINA at Monday, June 04, 2007