cheat

She smelled, felt, and tasted different than Allie, and Cam allowed himself to think this just once. Then he concentrated on learning the texture of the backs of her hands; the feel of the pulse at her temple; the clear, heady scent of her hair.

Sometimes I wonder if people who cheat on their wives, husbands, boyfriends and girlfriends, actually have any remorse. I can't comprehend how someone can be so caught up in lust that they can push that little bit of virtue, honesty and respect out of their heads and just get on with it. I wonder if some of them do it to spite their partners. Or if some of them "just get carried away".

Many a time we watch this in movies. And we shake our heads and sigh and go tsk tsk.

Ok maybe it's just me.

But really, I don't understand why some people can be so cruel to the person they claim to love. If they don't love that person anymore, why not just say it? Why make a fool out of them by lying to them and pretending to love them more? Really, they don't deserve to be cheated on.

Nobody deserves it.

p.s. Excerpt is from Mercy by Jodi Picoult.

eyes on the prize

Only 15 people registered for Women's Open category in the Putrajaya Night Marathon next weekend.

Prize money is up to 20th position says the entry form.

I'm bringing home some moolah~! =)

Back to nature

I've actually managed to make this trip home somewhat adventurous. It's kinda cool. I always love being outdoors. It's strange because sometimes I find myself feeling more at home sleeping between the trees than I do in my own room.

Anyway, couple of weekends ago I went to Lepoh Falls, thanks to Ijan. It was a nice retreat, a bit of hiking and a whole lot of splish splashing. I reckon you ain't sittin on a water slide till u slide down a waterfall. =)Then over this last weekend Ijan brought us to Maran, Kuantan. There, we rode on a stinky old lorry (used to carry rubber sap) into the jungle to Jerangkang Waterfalls. We spent a night camping just by the falls. It was quite therapeutic.

There's something awesome about staring into the campfire. Amidst all the raging red orange heat, I seem to find myself hypnotised by the beauty of the dancing flames. I know, I'm so Pocahontas, aye?
Waterfalls are awesome. Camping is awesomer. But what completes the equation to make it perfect is actually the right company. And for these 2 trips in particular, Stevo was definitely the bright crazy sunshine to the rain clouds which drenched us that night. =)

Perseverance

I'm a marathon runner. I'm an endurance athlete. Perseverance is my key strength. It should be anyway.

There are a lot of things I persevere in.

Like the fact that I am going to get my Sport Science degree, by hook or by crook. Even if it means surviving another long lonely year, and another half year after that.

Like the fact that I carry on running when my toes hurt, when i twisted my ankle and when my stomach was flipping up and down. (With the help of other runners around)

Like the fact that I relentlessly went to work on cold winter days, even if it meant walking in the rain.

Like the fact that I finished both Da Vinci and Angels & Demons even though they were the 2 most boring books I've ever read.

There are a lot of things, though, I fail to persevere in. Studying the hardest I can, being one of them. But let's not go into detail. =)

Basically, I persevere. When there's uneven ground, I allow myself to fall down, cry, and take a deep long breath. And then I get up once again and persevere.

I don't give up if it's something I really want. So don't try to make me.

flustered

i hate new zealand.

there. i said it.

i hate new zealand because of its stupid student permit system which has to be renewed every semester or every year. and to renew it i need to have paid for my course fees already. and i need to have NZD5000 in my bank account (if I'm renewing for half a year) or NZD10,000 (if i'm renewing for 1 year). what sort of student has that kind of money in their bank accounts la?

i hate new zealand because its stupid Auckland Uni campuses are so far from each other. which makes commuting such a chore and a complete and utter waste of good time. why can't i do my electives on my campus?

i hate new zealand because even Air Asia doesn't like it enough to want to fly there.

i hate new zealand because it has brought me nothing but drama over the past year and a half.

i hate new zealand because you're not there. all of you. all of you who matters to me the most, you're all not there.

i hate new zealand because you're not there.

maybe i'm just feeling pressured
coz everyone's earning their own money now
while i'm still using my folks' and brother's money.

NB - Pacesetters 30KM - Silence of the hills

I have forgotten how merciless the hills of KL can be.

Perhaps I was being too complacent. Having run a couple of good full marathons prior to this, one running my PB, I think I kinda thought I'd sail through 30 km. Tough luck.

Started at 5.30 am, and the moment I got into what I thought was a comfortable running pace, I know I was screwed. The lack of training was apparent (Although I think I say this in almost every race report, heh). Having a nice big bowl of curry laksa for dinner the night before was not the best idea.

I think I'm spoilt. By Singapore and by Auckland. I found I needed water every 2 kms. In this race, water stations were only set at every 5 kms and I suffered every 3rd to 4th km from each water station. and when I come to one, I take a cup and a half. And I slow down to a walk to swallow all of that. I usually take a couple of sips and go on.

I have an unwritten rule when it came to running. Thou shall not walk. This time around I broke that rule about 3 times. Keat Seong had to urge me to go on when he saw me walking at about 26 km. Paiseh.

And those damned hills. I quote Mr. Loh Meng Choon, "I think KL grows hills. Every year there's an extra hill, and the present ones grow a little steeper". Every corner we turned, when I saw an uphill, my heart sank. And when the uphill never went downhill, but instead continued to go up, my heart sank even deeper.

All in all, tough race. But I'll tell you one thing. It's the first race I've felt really happy about in a long long long time. People were calling out my name. People know me. And I know people. People noticed I wasn't around, and now I'm back! Ah, feels like home alright.

Total time, 2:56. Still a sub 3 hour race. I thought it was only so-so, but then my brother reminded me that I did over 3 hours in the last race - 3:09 in fact. So I've still got it. =)

Got another full marathon in 3 weeks. Aiyaiyai...