the omg-im-done-with-assignments moment

"I think you all M&M students quite extreme ar...its either ur super free, or super stressed up!"

she couldn't be any more true. it seemed like not long ago the Marketing & Management (M&M) students were gallivanting down the corridors of Metro...swinging our little handbags, with our very very free hands, whilst the Accounting & Finance (A&F) students struggled under the weight of 4-5 PhD looking text books.

hell, it seemed like not long ago I was just stepping into the walls of Metro again after my long summer break, starting those Grease practices, wishing i'd be done with the semester in an eye blink. well i guess my wish came true...sorta...

this semester flew by. like wooOOOOSH! haha...this must be the busiest semester i've ever had in my Metropolitan life. unless something grander can top acting/singing/dancing in a student production, catwalking down the concourse area in a tube dress at peak hour, popping buttons during a very very public event, getting the whole Ms Metro thingy and running fitness weeks during the next semester, i can safely say this would be the most happening semester i'd have.

anyway, i am finally done with all my assignments, thank God. what seemed like impossible feats were once again done in mere hours on the night before they were due. yes yes, i never learn, i know. but i have to say given a second chance i believe i would've placed more effort into the Strategic Marketing paper. that was one assignment which i truly feel i hadn't put in much.

now im in my parents' room because my granddad and my aunt are sleeping over tonight. why??

coz im going to Chiang Mai in a few hours!!

so yea...thats basically the main element of this post la. see you all on Sunday!

perspective of time

i am...

2 group assignments and 2 individual assignments

approximately 3000 words

4 nights of sleep deprivation

approximately 20 hours of computer screen rays exposure

approximately 5 hours of temporary blurred vision

a few mouth ulcers and a couple of pimples

away from my holiday to Chiang Mai...

Inspire me

Motivation to finish the semester quicker...

God let there be hot men on the beaches of Langkawi

yes, i'm looking forward to a new set of hot wheels

and manageable hair...

Please inspire me...:)

emotions

most people think i'm tough. i don't blame them. it's a front i work very hard to put on - Girls are strong, women are as good as men, tough independent female yadda yadda...

truth is, i can be an emotional wreck. sure i dont cry at the movies, nor when my friends threw me a gigantic surprise party. i don't sob at farewells or at graduation days. and i most definitely do not cry over heartbreaks and boys. these things just don't make tears roll down my cheeks.

but i'm emotionally weak. i cave under immense pressure. like the time Fitness First decides to tell me that they haven't a clue what i was talking about when i phoned them on the day they were supposed to come and give a group x work out. i was this close to bawling my eyes out right there in the student department in front of all my friends. thank God for deep breathing.

and i have little drive and will power. like the countless of times i went to sleep with plans to work out in the morning, only to snooze my alarm 3 or more times before deciding to just switch it off and sleep in. like the countless of times i give up halfway just because something went wrong and i already don't like how it's going to end up.

and i always always always avoid confrontation. if i were unhappy with someone, i'd avoid having to deal with that person. i don't like sticky situations, so the less complicated things get the better, even if i end up on the losing end. i make a terrible salesperson because buyers can manipulate me easily.

and i was a cry baby growing up. i'd cry when i forget a routine at my gimrama competitions. i'd cry when i think my family doesn't understand me. i'd cry when i get a terrible haircut even. i'd cry at little petty things and drive my entire family up the wall because of my endless laments and unreasonable demands.

but i've come a long way from that person i used to be. there are times when i was proud of myself. like how i am pleasantly calm and collected about my disappointing 15km run yesterday morning. or how i no longer slam doors and throw fists when i screw up a performance. i've learned to laugh along with others when being laughed at. or how i have endured 3 years (almost) of business studies against my will. to be honest, i still don't enjoy the subjects i study, but i'm starting to see the benefits of it. and i love the friends i've found. :)

so in many ways i am still naive and immature, but in more ways than 1, i am more mature. i'm yet to find a movie that would make me cry though. and a guy that would too. haha...

No, Karen, running a fitness week is not a form of training!

i guess you can tell this morning's New Balance 15 km run did not go so well. i knew the moment i heard the alam ring at 5.30 am. my dad claims it is the law of attraction. because i filled my head with negative thoughts in the morning, thus, the outcome was nothing short of negative. i supposed it could be that. or it could be the fact that i was immensely out of training and i have been rushing in and out of the house, having group discussions, and interviews, and the occassional mamak sessions. either way, i could feel the tiredness in my legs and the steady decline of my fitness level.

I had gone to the race course feeling a little weary, but i assumed the competition adrenaline would spur things up like it always does. so when we were flagged off, i ran alongside Sam at my normal pace. I did feel as if we picked up our pace several times but i didn't feel the heart burn until after the double hills. After that i could barely talk between my panting, so i slowed a little. Upon reaching the 7th km or so, i gave up. I told Sam to go no, while i slowed to a brisk walk.

I think i walked a good kilometre. I did feel a bit defeated but it was something I kinda expected. At some point Daddy overtook me, and although the temptation to "save face" was strong, i let him go on la. I was pretty worn out by then. After walking a fair 7-8 minutes or so, i decided to run again. I slowly overtook all the people who ran by me when i was walking. Catching up with Sam would be a miracle, so i aimed for the next best thing, catching up with my dad. Which i eventually did, but it wasn't that easy too.

I came in at 1 hour 33 minutes, which is a good 10 minutes drop from my best 15 km time. Can't complain la i guess. I am disappointed with myself not for today, but for the past weeks...for not having enough determination to pick up my trainers and run. Better race next time..=)

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Since i promised Kelvin to promote his event in Singapore, here goes...

There's a race this weekend called Legs and Paddles. It involves running and canoeing. Or you can opt to just run 10 km. Details here.

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