special kind of something

if i could say to you
that there's an extra special something
that comes when i see your face
a sparkling, dazzling sort of something
that seem to light up any place

if i could say to you
that there's an extra bit of amazing
that comes when i hear your voice
it puts the zest into the songs i sing
doesnt matter what was my song choice

if i could say to you
that there's an extra buzzing feeling
that comes when you're holding me
a head-over-heels kind of tingling
that i wish would go on endlessly

if i could say to you
that there's an extra special something
in everything that involves you
a bedazzling, amazing, buzzing kind of something
would you go on doing what you do...

kids these days

i did it. i changed into my running gear. put on my trainers. stepped out of the house. drew in a deep breath of air. and begin pounding.

started off a little hard. the hills came. they used to be helluva lot easier. but i pounded on. all the way up. controlling my breathing. watching my pace. focusing my mind.

made it past the hill. my pace became more comfortable now. i was trotting along without a care. breathing was good. from several feet back, i heard the cries and laughter from some young boys. 8-9 years old tops. they rode their little bicycles, 2 each.

the sound of wheels drew closer. the laughter gradually died down into cheeky whispers. they rode along me, slowing down. i smiled and waved. one of them laughed.

slowly they trudged a little ahead of me. suddenly their eyes were full of mischief. the boys were urging one on. "cepatla...cepat...". out of nowhere, this little back seater LIGHTS A MATCH STICK and THREW IT MY WAY. to which my respond was to scowl my foulest scowl. they burst into laughter. to which my reaction came in a resounding "OI!!!!"...

the match missed me. but it got me a little upset. they were young kids! man...and to think i thought they were cute! hmmph!

drama aside...
i've started running again!
and crunches too!
100 a day.
yay me! :)

TV-shy

Being on The 8TV Quickie yesterday was...freaky. I was really really nervous, for a reason. It didn't turn out as i had expected, and i have no one but myself to blame. I just saw the video on the website and i noticed how my body was stiff and uptight. I spent a lot of the time looking on the ground. and my eyes are so puffy, i don't know why!

I screwed up. To me, i did. I had one chance to prove i could be on TV and i blew it. But that's what i think. You be the judge. Watch it HERE.

Judged and Be Judged

i became a judge today. i know what you're thinking.

"Didn't you fail your judging course?"

yea i did. or rather, i was not informed of my passing the exam. but the coach has faith that i will "not do much harm" and that at most all i need to worry about are "raging parents". geez. anyway, today was Mrs Khaw's Holiday Villa Gimrama Grading and Competition. and Mrs Khaw was one judge short. so she upgraded my position from emcee/dj to Judge. She initially said i'd be judging Little Gymnasts only. Which was great! I know the elements by heart, and since there were only 3 routines, I was done in a couple of hours.

Just when i was starting to have fun, she plonks another stack of judging forms on my table. Grade 1A and 1B. Okay, not too familiar with this grade, but it's not much different from LG. Plus there was a guide which comes complete with symbols, so I did okay. :)

Done with the Grade 1s. I was really enjoying the power that comes with deducting marks. Though 9 times out of 10 i had to look through my forms again because i was deducting way too little as compared to my co-judge. Then came the more senior grades. Running short of time (as always) Mrs Khaw plonks another stack on my table. Grade 5! crazy! I didn't even pass my Level 1 judging course and that's up to Grade 2 only!

You can pretty much tell i was stressing my way through. I was so afraid to deduct but i was even more afraid to not deduct. coz that would mean i missed a mistake the gymnast made. and judging rhythmic gymnastics is all about spotting mistakes. I was so afraid i may pass/fail someone who did not deserve to pass/fail.

Well, i survived. Judging is not easy. But it is also not all that hard. I had fun though. Loads of it. Plus the pay is higher. a LOT higher. :)

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I'll be coming on The 8TV Quickie tomorrow(Monday, 26th November) night at 11.30 pm! Tune in to 8TV at said time to catch my TV debut with Jordan. haha...

busy bee me

i have been in and out of the house far too often of late. it has come to a point where i feel like a tourist, and my home is just a bed i come home to sleep on at night. of course, it leaves me feeling like an ignorant ungrateful daughter, because if i am not at home, house chores will be done by my mum alone.

and if that is not enough, i haven't been running either. or cycling. i haven't been doing anything that would raise my heart rate for even a minute. since the Powerman. and it has come to affect what i eat. because with every bite, i can almost envision the little clouds of fats forming at rapid speed. not to mention my stamina has probably dropped to an incomprehensible level. incomprehensible by people like me, once upon a time.

and because of that, i come home at night feeling awfully tired, extremely guilty and insanely unfit.

i need to get out of this rut. all it takes is to put on those trainers, and hit the road....

Grow, already!

About 2 weeks back i took what i believe to be a random and reckless leap under the influence of boredom. I stepped up to the plate and got myself a haircut which resulted in the loss of long, silky hair which i took months and months to grow. It's all very me to do something like that. Classic Karen Siah moment. "Who wants to volunteer?" "Me! Me!" *waves hand ecstatically*.

anyway, i had my doubts about these stylish modern day hairstyles, but the moment i was drowned in praises and flattery i totally forgot about them. I ignored every scream in my subconscious mind telling me that it would be a pain to deal with when I'm running, and an even bigger pain to deal with every darn morning. and so, clad with the determination to make this hairstyle work, and armoured with the ego to be responsible for my stupid actions, i tried desperately with the hair dryer and a tub of "moving rubber" from Gatsby.

It was tough. Not only do i now take a longer time to get ready before leaving the house (which i really hate because i pride myself as being a ready-lets-go girl), but the amount of blowing and hair drying i subject my hair to has made it really really dry and damaged. And to top it off, I'm not even good at what I'm doing. The result almost never look like the picture above, and even if it did when i leave the house, it falls apart an hour into my outing.

The above picture is one such occasion. Then again, this picture may be a little subjective considering i'm posing next to beauty queen Ms Kristin Kreuk. But yea, focus on the hair. It's limp, it's frizzy, it looks horrible.

I want my hair to grow. like now. I want long straight hair again. I want hair which i can walk right out of the house any time of the day and it'll still look okay. I want my hair to hide as much of my ginormous shoulder frame as possible. I want hair which can be tied up, let down, braided, and so on. I want hair which won't mess up when i pull a t shirt over my head.

Maybe I should pay Yun Nam haircare a visit...haha....

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Anyway, sms voting has started.