....

the sky was turning so dark.

the wind started to howl like mad.

i had second thoughts about going to Taman Megah with Thahirah. but i thought i'd see what she says. even if we decided not to, i should at least give her a ride home.

i ran to my car as fast as my file, sling bag and pump shoes could take me on the bumpy road outside.

the moment i was in the driver's seat, huge rain drops started to pelt my windscreen in big heavy thuds. crap...

headed down the road to college and was caught in the annoying jam amidst the Sri KL parents. the rain was getting heavier and heavier. drivers were honking from every angle. [why the hell are they honking? like it would get us there any faster! dumbasses....]

around the corner i saw with my very own eyes, a tree branch falling down onto 2 girls pinning them to them ground. i wanted to scream for them. poor girls. Thank God it wasnt a very big branch. they got up and were unhurt. their umbrella was a gone case though.

i got into college. Thahirah popped into my car. She was a little shaken as well. It seemed the chairs and tables at the concourse were shaking and moving around. posters and buntings were flying everywhere. people fled into the office.

i veered out of college and was slapped inthe face by a stagnant traffic out side. so i was in a position that was directly in the middle of my college gates.

a huge gust of wind blew. i saw from my rear mirror the big gate swinging towards me! all i could do was screammmmmmmmmmm.

the car shook from the impact. Thahirah was stunned. i was crying inside. the gate bounced off and came again. the second blow wasnt as bad. but my car felt like it would turn turtle any moment.

fear enveloped me. i knew my parents were trying desperately to contact me. my handphone was out of juice.

i tried my best, manouvering around fallen tree trunks andalternative routes. finally sent her home.

then i did the same thing to get back. it was like a maze. everywhere had uprooted trees. i could not get back. after rounding the area i finally made it back.

my dad went ballistic when he saw the car. my mum was lecturing me about having bad judgment.

my back door is still functioning but water could get it. my bag was all drenched. i need to get it fixed. and its coming out of my pocket.

sigh...

3rd one

alright...this is my 3rd post regarding the KLIM. but how can one resist the opportunity to inform others about...

PICTURES!!!

::more photos::

ain't that bad afterall

i should be asleep now. but i had the sudden thought of checking the results for KLIM and it's out!!



looks like i didn't do too bad afterall. 123rd position ain't that bad right? i'm probably in the top 1/3rd of the women's category? makes me feel sooo much better...hehe....

KLIM race report

so i woke up at 5 am, ate my nestum with cocoa, drank my chlorophyll water, travelled with my dad all the way to KL, parked at Bukit Aman coz the roads were all closed, rushed all the way to Merdeka Square, found Sam, checked in my bag, met all these running enthusiasts and braced myself for the twen-ty-one-ki-lo-me-tres!

and....contrary to the full marathoners, i and most of my other half marathon comrades did not have a good race. with a timing that i most definitely did not expect even with my low confidence and self esteem, i very honestly think the race was more than 21 km. But who am i to say huh?

i did a disastrous 2 hours and 58 minutes. That's 2 minutes to getting disqualified and denied of a medal. I never actually pondered upon whether people who did not qualify actually get their medals or not, or did the organizers really pack up at a certain time wether or not people have completed their race, or do they really do all the things they say they would in the rules and regulations sheet they give out. Simply because i never thought i'd have to worry. Qualifying times are usually very safe bets. that's what i thought. coming in through the finishing line, i heard an official say:

"tinggal satu minit lagi ar...pastu take medal lagi"

i supposed that could be a relief to hear, but it made me a bit sad. i've been lamenting a lot to may family lately. about how my running form has really really dropped over the months. I cant find an explanation for it. I've slacked before but it usually takes me about a week to get back into shape, no more. Now it seems like its taking forever.

anyway, all said and done, i still am happy i completed. i wasnt in tip top condition health wise also. Ulcers were one thing. But the day before, when i thought it couldnt possibly get any worse, along came that time of the month. i had cramps during race. i wouldnt be surprised if i passed out. :) but 21 km is a feat within itself, if i should say so myself. so, yay me :)

*edit* oh...forgot to mention about very kind runners who helped gave me little boosts of energy during the race. They deserve some recognition. One was this mid-aged guy who let me have water...coz the dang water stations were out of water. he said let him know if i need more. well i did. but i couldnt keep up with him...:)

another guy, probably in his late 50s handed me a Power Gel. [kenny sia's definition of Power Gel cracked me up] It was the one they gave out free. He said he didnt like it, so he gave it to me at about 5 km to the finishing line. He said "this will help you finish the race. it's quite effective." ah...such nice people. i now have this thoery that old men are nicer than young guys. haha....

here are some pics...






*edit* My last 21km race report had me saying i would lay off the 21s till i'm ready, which hopefully would be this year's Putrajaya Half. i feel like strangling myself now for not listening to...well...me.

once again you take off

once again you take off
with not a trace left behind
only the thoughts of you being here
lingering in my mind

it's creeping up again
what i feel inside
lurking behind, haunting me
refusing to subside

what i cannot explain
seems to comfort me not
what i cannot deny
irritates me a lot

once again you take off
once again we parted
once again my heart was robbed
once again my hopes were shattered

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it's less than 6 hours away!!! (plays dramatic tang-tang-tang-tang music)

the power of the ulcer

i have a mouthful of ulcers.

actually there's just 2. one on the inside of my lower lip and another right next to my tonsil. but they're HUGE. both of them have turned into gigantic craters in my mouth. and they HURT like HELL.

The one on my lip started off with me biting my lip a couple of days ago. Now it's in a very strategic position where i can potentially bite on it again and again (which i did) and knock it everytme i brush (which i also did) thus making it impossible to cure.

The one next to my tonsil is a killer. I wince everytime i swallow. It's crazy! I went hungry this morning coz i refused to eat. Until my maid made some porridge. But the heat of the porridge made it hurt too!

These 2 craters in my mouth may be too trivial a problem to cause any damage but i'm seriously getting very moody over it. I dont like to talk and and i don't like to eat now. And i sure as hell dont like to run. And i don't like to sleep, coz i don't like to wake up having my throat all dry. I just dont feel like doing anything.

Ahhhh!!!!

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Luna Bar once again took me breath away. I love it i love it i love it! and i found out that my alcohol tolerence level is actually not too bad. cool....:)