i dreamt last night i had super powers. i had electric powers, static electricity to be exact. so i could lift things up without touching them. i don't know if you've heard of the cartoon on Nick called Static Shock...but yea, i have his powers. haha only thing was i couldn't fly like he could on his static board. i didn't have one. :)
anyway, it was cool while it lasted. i was carrying object after object with my powers, showing off to my mum n dad. my little brother was dead jealous of me. haha...i went out with some friends and tried to show it off to them too, but then my powers wore off. somehow the only way i could recharge myself was to rub my hands against some plastic bag. haha then i had static powers again. it was so cool!
that's one good thing about dreams. they let u experience stuff for a while. i mean, when ure dreaming it, it all feels real right? there was once i used to pray before i sleep, that i would have a dream about someone. (that "someone" being whoever it was i was crushing on at that point la). coz if in real life i could do no more than look at him from a distance, in the dream i'd be able to feel what it's like to be loved by him. my prayers were never answered by the way. :)
though i did have a dream once, where a friend of mine was my boyfriend. it was a surprise considering i didn't pray for that to happen. and i never, in a million years, would have thought of dating that friend of mine. and without a doubt, i woke up feeling weird. even more so when i saw that friend of mine that day. it was just plain weird. for it felt so so real in the dream. like it was a memory, rather than a dream. weird...but comforting in a way.
if i'm not mistaken, it happened again recently, with a totally different person. also another totally unexpected person to be dreaming about. but yea...i didn't quite like it this time. coz i wake up feeling all weird and wrong. the picture was just wrong. haha...
they say dreams are what you wish for in your sleep. i should get someone to monitor my REM when i'm sleeping one day. my dreams can be quite out of this world sometimes.
anyway, back to super powers, i was talking it up with Nick and Ashwin just now, and i think that the power of invisibility is the coolest and if i had that power, i'd hop on the next flight to...well anywhere. :) before i do so, i'd just tease those immigration officers by walking to n fro the censor and letting the beeper off, just for laughs. :) this is solely Ashwin's idea. :)
i wouldn't want to have premonitions coz that's just plain scary. i don't think i can live with seeing flashes of the future, especially if it all involves people dying. i don't think i enjoy setting things on fire, or having imposing strength, or blowing things up. it'll all seem pretty useless to me.
speed, on the other hand, would come in handy. x-ray vision would also seem kinda cool. Flexibility i guess would be fun to have. oh and Wolverine's ability to heal himself is just as cool.
maybe the best power to have would be Rogue's ability to suck other people's powers. haha that way i could have anything. :)
right...my college starts next week. when that happens i won't have this much time to think of super powers and comic book characters.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Thursday, July 28, 2005
just dance!
dancing, it appears, is more therapeutic than running. i went for dance class today and it was wicked! we had our evaluation for Bronze level. given the fact that i remembered only 60% of my dance routine, i was all nervous. and we had 2 dances to do, a fast hip-hop and a slow lyrical jazz. my dance instructor, being as creative as she is, decided to change the rules a bit for the evaluation. we were to do a freestyle dance to whatever song she decides to play. i swear the woman wanted to train us to club! so what did i do? i threw in the beginning of my Dirrty dance i did for gim, with some steps of my Genie in a Bottle dance i did for the Interact IU, and finished with my trademark gimrama pose. voila! a freestyle dance for you. *clap clap* thank you thank you...:)
my evaluation form reads good comments. i had the word "good" in various places such as "good strong footwork" and "good body coordination". of course, i didn't learn 8 years of rhythmic gymnastics to not have good body coordination and footwork! muahahaha
ok enough of my gloating. i finally met Shakti today after 5 weeks of hols. the gurl, being a celeb following the Hitz Cruisers throughout yesterday, got me 6 passes to the Rexona No Sweat Challenge finals and 2 tickets to watch Malaysian Idol. The Malaysian Idol tics are for 1 person only, for 2 days. i don't think i'd enjoy watching poor ambitious people crooning to malay songs being dissed by a Simon Cowell wannabe alone. so, the tics are up for grabs! :) as for the Rexona thingy, who wants to follow me?? i think i should state the details:
my evaluation form reads good comments. i had the word "good" in various places such as "good strong footwork" and "good body coordination". of course, i didn't learn 8 years of rhythmic gymnastics to not have good body coordination and footwork! muahahaha
ok enough of my gloating. i finally met Shakti today after 5 weeks of hols. the gurl, being a celeb following the Hitz Cruisers throughout yesterday, got me 6 passes to the Rexona No Sweat Challenge finals and 2 tickets to watch Malaysian Idol. The Malaysian Idol tics are for 1 person only, for 2 days. i don't think i'd enjoy watching poor ambitious people crooning to malay songs being dissed by a Simon Cowell wannabe alone. so, the tics are up for grabs! :) as for the Rexona thingy, who wants to follow me?? i think i should state the details:
Rexona No Sweat Challenge
30th July 2005
4-8 pm
Orange Dance Club KL
Malaysian Idol
29th & 31st July 2005
8.30 pm & 9 pm
Sri Pentas 2 Shah Alam
yea...so call me. :) my friend Dora just informed me of a dance class in Metropolitan whereby they'll be performing for Merdeka Day and she has asked me to join them! woohoo~! and the Metro cheer squad are recruiting newbies! and there's an Inti Sports Day coming up!! i am soooo looking forward to sem 2! and to think i was gonna dread it coz of my crappy time table. i could bear with 4 months of back-to-back-lunch-sacrificing-lectures, if in between i get to dance in honour of my country, jump around in a mini skirt, and run for my college!! now that's how college is supposed to be!
*sings* can i get a yeeee-haaaa!!!
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
why i run
i started running at the age of 13. before that i was a jumper. i never ran because i thought i couldn't. back then the only running events in primary school were the 100m and 200m. and i sure as hell sucked in those. so, being a gymnasts, i jumped instead. i did both long and high jumps but i was better at high jumps.
my dad used to try his best to persuade me to go jogging with him at the lake. i was too stubborn to listen. i always felt as though the people at the lake were hard core runners, and that if i went i would've embarrased myself. so i chose to shy away.
anyway, in form 1, aged 13, my friends and i took part in this event called Larian Mesra. if you ask me now where it was held and how fast i ran, i can't remember. all i know is that it was 7 km and yours truly, without prior training whatsoever, went and got myself a medal. 28th position, i recall. that was when i found out i had some sort of running gene in me. i figured if i could do that without any form of training, imagine how i could be with training.
i got myself all psyched up, thinking about my running future. but i lack discipline, and determination, and will power. training, as i recall, was hell. 2 rounds around the freaking lake was like a nightmare. i wanted to give up at some point, finding it not worth the effort.
i don't know how exactly did i get back on track. perhaps it was mere encouragement from my parents n brother, perhaps it was still the constant reminder of my victorious Larian Mesra...i don't know. all i can say if i have no regrets. i ran in school, then for school. i participated in races all over the place, mostly for myself. i can't remember when i started running for Uncle Peter for Malakoff. i think it's 3 years ago if i'm not mistaken. and now i'm biking and swimming for him too. and i travel to at least 3 states every year to do these things, all on weekends, where i would return to the bitter reality of school/college on Monday.
when i started off, running gave me a sense of confidence. it became my personality, my identity. people knew me as a runner. and i enjoyed it. i enjoyed the fact that i was a tough girl, outrunning fellow schoolmates. i enjoyed the fact that i am sporty and active, and not whimsy and fragile like most other girls. being an ordinary teenage girl, i so wanted to outshine every girl there, so i could be noticed.
after running for a significant period of time, running no longer gave me the satisfaction of attracting others. i mean, that didn't matter anymore. running became an obssession. i was aiming to better myself. aiming to win. and i did. i was slashing my PB by 5-10 minutes each run i took part in. i was on a roll. my brother envied me, saying that i'm improving so rapidly while he was just constant. my dad started taking my runs more seriously, saying that i was a "medal prospect". like when the flag off time was stated, he'd make sure i was there an hour before so i could warm up properly. or if i pinned my number tags on, he'd make sure they don't come off easily or anything. my gimrama coach noticed the change in my stamina and commented on what she labelled as "marathon thighs". she'd ask me to stop running for gim's sake but did i? hell no!
but then i went under Uncle Peter's P2K teams and i was categorized under the "fun teams". winning is not to be thought of as i competed with people almost twice my age, and men too. i started to enjoy running more, enjoy the event more. i made a lot of new friends and i look forward to each time i go. i still try to better myself, always hoping that someday i wouldnt be on the "fun team" but rather on the "medal prospect team". i haven't quite reached that point, as competition is getting keener n keener.
anyway, nowadays, i no longer run to train. i do get conscious of myself once in a while, if i had laid off running for a while. i start to worry about my timing, then my weight. when that happens, i try to drag myself to put on those trainers and get my butt off the couch.
but one thing, however, would make me jump into my Clima Cools and race off. and that's when i'm laden with issues. when college gets too tough, i run. when family squabbles occur (often on my account), i run. when i'm troubled, i run. when i'm stressed, i run. and when i'm sad and confused, i sprint.
and usually, it works. usually i would come home feeling a lot lighter, a lot happier, a lot calmer. usually.
somehow today, even running wasn't therapeutic enough.
my dad used to try his best to persuade me to go jogging with him at the lake. i was too stubborn to listen. i always felt as though the people at the lake were hard core runners, and that if i went i would've embarrased myself. so i chose to shy away.
anyway, in form 1, aged 13, my friends and i took part in this event called Larian Mesra. if you ask me now where it was held and how fast i ran, i can't remember. all i know is that it was 7 km and yours truly, without prior training whatsoever, went and got myself a medal. 28th position, i recall. that was when i found out i had some sort of running gene in me. i figured if i could do that without any form of training, imagine how i could be with training.
i got myself all psyched up, thinking about my running future. but i lack discipline, and determination, and will power. training, as i recall, was hell. 2 rounds around the freaking lake was like a nightmare. i wanted to give up at some point, finding it not worth the effort.
i don't know how exactly did i get back on track. perhaps it was mere encouragement from my parents n brother, perhaps it was still the constant reminder of my victorious Larian Mesra...i don't know. all i can say if i have no regrets. i ran in school, then for school. i participated in races all over the place, mostly for myself. i can't remember when i started running for Uncle Peter for Malakoff. i think it's 3 years ago if i'm not mistaken. and now i'm biking and swimming for him too. and i travel to at least 3 states every year to do these things, all on weekends, where i would return to the bitter reality of school/college on Monday.
when i started off, running gave me a sense of confidence. it became my personality, my identity. people knew me as a runner. and i enjoyed it. i enjoyed the fact that i was a tough girl, outrunning fellow schoolmates. i enjoyed the fact that i am sporty and active, and not whimsy and fragile like most other girls. being an ordinary teenage girl, i so wanted to outshine every girl there, so i could be noticed.
after running for a significant period of time, running no longer gave me the satisfaction of attracting others. i mean, that didn't matter anymore. running became an obssession. i was aiming to better myself. aiming to win. and i did. i was slashing my PB by 5-10 minutes each run i took part in. i was on a roll. my brother envied me, saying that i'm improving so rapidly while he was just constant. my dad started taking my runs more seriously, saying that i was a "medal prospect". like when the flag off time was stated, he'd make sure i was there an hour before so i could warm up properly. or if i pinned my number tags on, he'd make sure they don't come off easily or anything. my gimrama coach noticed the change in my stamina and commented on what she labelled as "marathon thighs". she'd ask me to stop running for gim's sake but did i? hell no!
but then i went under Uncle Peter's P2K teams and i was categorized under the "fun teams". winning is not to be thought of as i competed with people almost twice my age, and men too. i started to enjoy running more, enjoy the event more. i made a lot of new friends and i look forward to each time i go. i still try to better myself, always hoping that someday i wouldnt be on the "fun team" but rather on the "medal prospect team". i haven't quite reached that point, as competition is getting keener n keener.
anyway, nowadays, i no longer run to train. i do get conscious of myself once in a while, if i had laid off running for a while. i start to worry about my timing, then my weight. when that happens, i try to drag myself to put on those trainers and get my butt off the couch.
but one thing, however, would make me jump into my Clima Cools and race off. and that's when i'm laden with issues. when college gets too tough, i run. when family squabbles occur (often on my account), i run. when i'm troubled, i run. when i'm stressed, i run. and when i'm sad and confused, i sprint.
and usually, it works. usually i would come home feeling a lot lighter, a lot happier, a lot calmer. usually.
somehow today, even running wasn't therapeutic enough.
Sunday, July 24, 2005
tan shirlyn!
TAN SHIRLYN!!!
hehe sorry...just missing my best friend here. i haven't seen her since...i came home from Melbourne. no wait, i didn't see her before that either. i haven't seen her since...since the MNG shopping escapade!
man...i miss her so much. i just heard the song Friends Forever by the Thunderbugs and the thought of her crossed my mind. i used that song for a poerpoint slideshow i made for her during her last birthday.
there's so much i want to tell her. and there's so much i want her opinion in. and there's so much i want to hear about her clubbing experience, her Redang honeymoon and everything else that took place when i wasn't around. i just wanna talk to her so much right now.
which makes me wonder how i'll make it with her all the way in Glasgow approximately 1.5 years from now. her being in bukit jalil is enough to make me call her on a weekly basis. darn...i'm so gonna miss her when she goes abroad.
i know friendships are usually diluted after a while. and we make new friends as we go along. but so far lyn and i have remained close friends. and very honestly, i don't want to make a new best friend. not now not ever.
sigh...
hehe sorry...just missing my best friend here. i haven't seen her since...i came home from Melbourne. no wait, i didn't see her before that either. i haven't seen her since...since the MNG shopping escapade!
man...i miss her so much. i just heard the song Friends Forever by the Thunderbugs and the thought of her crossed my mind. i used that song for a poerpoint slideshow i made for her during her last birthday.
there's so much i want to tell her. and there's so much i want her opinion in. and there's so much i want to hear about her clubbing experience, her Redang honeymoon and everything else that took place when i wasn't around. i just wanna talk to her so much right now.
which makes me wonder how i'll make it with her all the way in Glasgow approximately 1.5 years from now. her being in bukit jalil is enough to make me call her on a weekly basis. darn...i'm so gonna miss her when she goes abroad.
i know friendships are usually diluted after a while. and we make new friends as we go along. but so far lyn and i have remained close friends. and very honestly, i don't want to make a new best friend. not now not ever.
sigh...
back aches...
my pc isn't very posture-pedic-ally inclined. it requires me to look down on my monitor, which is below my desk, for space-saving purposes. i have back aches after approximately 2 hours at my desk. it's kinda like a limit signal for me. so when my back starts to hurt, that's my cue to sign off. :)
anyway, yesterday the man-who-runs-very-fast-with-one-arm-bent at the lake approached me to be his girlfriend/wife's teammate for some adventure race in Gopeng! how cool is that!! i was psyched of course, but wary of the fact that i've never done mountain-biking in my life, and road biking serves as NO training for mountain biking. so i was a bit scared considering the couple seemed pretty good and serious about what they do. but the guy was very nice, making it sound as though it was a fun race. he was very careful to make himself sound as though fun was the primary reason of joining the race. so the more i heard him talked, the less scared i got. i thought, how hard could mountain biking be?
but alas, his girlfriend/wife already found a teammate. so although, i was relieved, i was also disappointed. but the invitation has kept me thinking about mountain biking and adventure racing all day and night. seriously, that would be a treat! imagine charging down the challenging terrain of the jungle, at high speed! the thrill, the excitement!
i wanna do adventure racing! it beats road racing anytime! but how? i've got a road bike, i can't possibly go get a mountie now. unless i hire one each time i wanna race. haha it's a thought!
i'm so excited! i really really wanna try it out! :)
oh...mountain biking causes less back aches. but more butt aches i presume. haha...
anyway, yesterday the man-who-runs-very-fast-with-one-arm-bent at the lake approached me to be his girlfriend/wife's teammate for some adventure race in Gopeng! how cool is that!! i was psyched of course, but wary of the fact that i've never done mountain-biking in my life, and road biking serves as NO training for mountain biking. so i was a bit scared considering the couple seemed pretty good and serious about what they do. but the guy was very nice, making it sound as though it was a fun race. he was very careful to make himself sound as though fun was the primary reason of joining the race. so the more i heard him talked, the less scared i got. i thought, how hard could mountain biking be?
but alas, his girlfriend/wife already found a teammate. so although, i was relieved, i was also disappointed. but the invitation has kept me thinking about mountain biking and adventure racing all day and night. seriously, that would be a treat! imagine charging down the challenging terrain of the jungle, at high speed! the thrill, the excitement!
i wanna do adventure racing! it beats road racing anytime! but how? i've got a road bike, i can't possibly go get a mountie now. unless i hire one each time i wanna race. haha it's a thought!
i'm so excited! i really really wanna try it out! :)
oh...mountain biking causes less back aches. but more butt aches i presume. haha...
Thursday, July 21, 2005
i love scoreboards!
Finally the results are out! and all on the same day too! what a pleasant coincidence! ahhaha i swear, my day just got better. :)
PD International Triathlon:
Sprint Event
Olympic Distance
New Balance Pacesetters 15km
little keith practically pounced on me to pry me away from my pc to check his results. the kid did great! his team got 7th place in the men's relay. men categories have always been so freaking competitive. sigh...i'm so lucky to be a girl...:) keith is so gonna grow up to be some super swimmer, super triathlete! ahaha i, as his jiejie, shall see to it that my little bro is a hustler! :)
anyway, i'd say...my first tri sprint was quite astounding! ahah considering i've had altogether 2 swim trainings in total. each only 500m of breaststroke. ahah yea man, i was doing breaststroke like ALL the way! and yet, i still got kicked in the face! the salt water was bluekzzz.....but i take pride in saying i was NOT LAST eventhough i touched down from Melbourne a mere 19 hours before the race! haha...but i was checking out the Girls Under 12 category, and i realised, that if i were put in that category, i WOULD be last. no kidding. the kids were good! hardcore!
the relay event was nice too. nothing beats running in the rain. seriously...getting 4th place is...well unbelievable for me. however, i pity Joey. he looked so disappointed when we didn't get 3rd. sorry he had to be teamed up with me. i gave it my best! but with people like Daniel Bego and Khoo Chai Lin in the same category...sigh...
and as for the NB 15 k run? i've got no complaints. my timing improved. my position improved in the open category, all categories and overall. i'm a happy runner. :)
i miss my camera. i've been using my cousin's Kodak for a while, and i've got some pretty good shots in it. it's just too bad Kodak must have their ingenius port that is unique to all other cameras. so i can't transfer the pics to my pc. i don't know how i'm going to. anybody who has an SD card reader who is kind and willing to do it for me? *grins widely*
i'm falling sick. my throat's itchy, my nose is runny, my head feels hot. it's a sign. college reopening is a health hazard!
i climbed bukit gasing this morning and i realised, painfully, that i've not 100% recuperated from PD tri. my thigh muscles ached like hell! the 2 medic students were waay waaaaay fitter than i am. haha...kudos to Puv n Fu Wen!
aightz...i'm half dead right now. despite the fact i slept close to 4 hours this afternoon, my head feels like a hundred kilos. i'm a sick happy runner....:)
PD International Triathlon:
Sprint Event
Olympic Distance
New Balance Pacesetters 15km
little keith practically pounced on me to pry me away from my pc to check his results. the kid did great! his team got 7th place in the men's relay. men categories have always been so freaking competitive. sigh...i'm so lucky to be a girl...:) keith is so gonna grow up to be some super swimmer, super triathlete! ahaha i, as his jiejie, shall see to it that my little bro is a hustler! :)
anyway, i'd say...my first tri sprint was quite astounding! ahah considering i've had altogether 2 swim trainings in total. each only 500m of breaststroke. ahah yea man, i was doing breaststroke like ALL the way! and yet, i still got kicked in the face! the salt water was bluekzzz.....but i take pride in saying i was NOT LAST eventhough i touched down from Melbourne a mere 19 hours before the race! haha...but i was checking out the Girls Under 12 category, and i realised, that if i were put in that category, i WOULD be last. no kidding. the kids were good! hardcore!
the relay event was nice too. nothing beats running in the rain. seriously...getting 4th place is...well unbelievable for me. however, i pity Joey. he looked so disappointed when we didn't get 3rd. sorry he had to be teamed up with me. i gave it my best! but with people like Daniel Bego and Khoo Chai Lin in the same category...sigh...
and as for the NB 15 k run? i've got no complaints. my timing improved. my position improved in the open category, all categories and overall. i'm a happy runner. :)
i miss my camera. i've been using my cousin's Kodak for a while, and i've got some pretty good shots in it. it's just too bad Kodak must have their ingenius port that is unique to all other cameras. so i can't transfer the pics to my pc. i don't know how i'm going to. anybody who has an SD card reader who is kind and willing to do it for me? *grins widely*
i'm falling sick. my throat's itchy, my nose is runny, my head feels hot. it's a sign. college reopening is a health hazard!
i climbed bukit gasing this morning and i realised, painfully, that i've not 100% recuperated from PD tri. my thigh muscles ached like hell! the 2 medic students were waay waaaaay fitter than i am. haha...kudos to Puv n Fu Wen!
aightz...i'm half dead right now. despite the fact i slept close to 4 hours this afternoon, my head feels like a hundred kilos. i'm a sick happy runner....:)
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