the return

pre KK post

sometime back, i can't really remember when, some guy posted on my blog a comment which read something like "Would you be interested to climb mt kinabalu?". this happened last year. i replied him on his blog but received a reply only months later. i almost thought the invitation was false.

then i started getting emails from a mr. choi and many others. when they said to me "Welcome aboard!" i was more than psyched. But knowing my parents, they'd kill me before they'd allow me to go on a trip which costs RM1200 odd with some total strangers. let alone me being the youngest. persuading them would be tough.

the time came when i had to confirm and pay up. i still had not gained my parents permission. heck, i havent even gotten their knowledge about the thing. i decided to start with my dad. he's more adventurous and believes i should go for things i like. i asked him. he sounded okay with it but as usual, he'd end the conversation with "You ask mummy first".

I eventually asked them both at a sit down discussion. i conveniently left out details like i've never seen them before. i kept telling them, they're a group of runners and they go for the same races i go for. My mum wasn't too pleased but seeing how adamant i was she relented.

Now, approximately 10 hours till my flight to KK, i can't believe it's happening. I'm so excited. I hope i don't forget anything. but i usually make do if i did. Outward Bounder ma...*grins*.

so in about 4-5 days time, brace yourself for long winded picture-filled posts. it'll be all i'll ever talk about. :) see yaz!

40 past midnight

40 past midnight
still wide awake
looking at my work
almost drove me berzerk
trying to correct every mistake

40 past midnight
not a sound to be heard
but the tip-tapping of my keys
and soft swaying of the trees
looking upon me all weird

40 past midnight
and the night is still
for everyone' tightly sleeping
everthing's nicely sitting
moving is no longer their will

40 past midnight
and my heart feels serene
my mind is quiet
my feelings have retired
no roaring madness to be seen

40 past midnight
and i'm not crying
no i've won the fight
i'm doing alright
no longer am i thinking

all paid up!

As of today, Labour Day, i finally paid my dad in full for the Mt Kinabalu trip. Feels kinda good. I hate owing people money. But i guess relief is shortlived. I still have my Sydney plane fare to pay for, and the credit card bill.

Daddies out there, never give your daughters credit cards unless they're mature enough to face the consequences. And, put a limit on it. Then, whenever you guys go out as a family, make her use her credit card. So a portion of her limit is used up. It helps. :)

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My morning jog today was a disaster. I once again couldn't run. I think know i have a fear. Whenever Keith comes along, i have this fear of losing to him. And i know i will. which really doesnt give me reason to fear actually, but it just happens. I had fun at the end of the morning. Went for a swim and i did laps of breaststroke and free style on intervals. Maybe swimming can be my thing now. i said maybe............

i'll stick to the idea of rock climbing.

anyway am very determined to make up for it later in the evening. I just had one of those talks with my mum. Coz i've been dwelling on my pathetic running for too long. She makes a lot of sense. But she's also right on one thing. I'm hell stubborn. And unless i puke my guts out from running, i'll keep striving to get my usual form back. It's not the end until i say it is.

oh and i'm giving PJ Half Marathon a miss. part of me wants to say it's due to exams. it falls right on them. but ther saintlier part of me knows it's coz i'm scared.

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my ankle is fine btw. I'm able to pounce and prance around again. haha....

i watched a Grease Mania on ntv7 just now and was doing just that. Pouncing and prancing around like a high John Travolta. I really really want to catch the musical. I really really do. I just used up RM20 of my mum's phone credit participating in the Astro sms and win contest. I got all the questions right. Results only come out on 15th May. I hope i get tickets. If i don't i'm buying my mum her credit back.


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Just a little something to leave you with. I especially love this song in the movie. for some crazy reason. ahahah


Beauty School Dropout

Your story's sad to tell, a teenage ne'er-do-well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block
Your future's so unclear now,
what's left of your career now
Can't even get a trade-in on your smile
Beauty school drop-out, no graduation day for you
Beauty school drop-out, missed your midterms
and flunked shampoo
Well at least you could have
taken time to wash and clean your clothes up
After spending all that dough to have the doctor
fix your nose up Baby get moving (better get moving),
why keep your feeble hopes alive
What are you proving (what are you proving)?
You've got the dream, but not the drive
If you go for your diploma, you could join a steno pool
Turn in your teasin' comb and go back to highschool
Beauty school drop-out, hangin' around the corner store
Beauty school drop-out, it's about time you knew the score
Well they couldn't teach you anything,
you think you're such a looker
But no customer would go to you,
unless she was a hooker
Baby don't sweat it (don't sweat it),
you're not cut out to hold the job
Better forget it (forget it), who wants their hair done by a slob
Now your bangs are curled, your lashes twirled,
and still the world is cruel
Wipe off that angel face and go back to highschool
Baby don't blow it, don't put my good advice to shame
Baby you know it, even Dear Abby's say the same
Now I've called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly
Gotta be goin' to that maltshop in the sky
Beauty school drop-out, go back to highschool
Beauty school drop-out, go back to highschool
Beauty school drop-out, go back to highschool

bummer

i've been very enthusiastic about climbing lately. with the Kinabalu climb around the corner, i've been asking my dad to accompany me to Bukit Gasing very often just so i can work my heart up a bit. Because i realised that i definitely do not have enough cardio training. So anyway, i've been going with an open heart, and an open mind, telling myself that the more i go the fitter i'll be.

i went yesterday morning. Keith decided to come along. I half expected him to be ten times fitter than me, considering the training he goes for. But somehow, it didnt really sink in until we got there. I do have an ego. I really cannot stand being the one to slow people down. That's because i never was. And i wouldnt accept it if i am now. But it seemed that way yesterday morning. As i literally huffed and puffed all the way up just to see my little brother's smug face a the top. Now i know he's just a kid and all kids are proud of their achievement, what more if it involved trashing big sisters. But i was frustrated. I was disappointed. It didnt help that phlegm was still clogging up my nasal passages and that i had immense difficulty breathing.

so when i reached the top, i was already biting back tears of frustration and pain. still trying to redeem myself, i trudged rather clumsily ahead of my dad and brother, until all of a sudden there was a little crack sound and intense crucifying pain shooting at my left ankle. i dropped down to the ground, this time, wailing and sobbing out loud like a little girl. I was ashamed, embarrassed, and very very much in pain.

other people who walked by gave me a look which i intrepret as "inexperienced climber". I sunk deeper into my own pool of frustration. But i was helpless as i couldnt quite stand up. It took me a while before the pain went away a little and i could put weight on it again.

i was still able to walk. up to today. not much pain but the ankle seemed to have swelled up into oblivion. Though walking causes no pain, sitting cross-legged does. I swear, shame never tasted so bitter. I just pray it gets well in exactly 3 days time.



I recently took up a job. It requires a lot of patience. It involves 40 little, adorable girls who look up to me and call me "coach". it's amazing! i have so much fun just making them run around, contort themselves and dance beautifully to music with a rope and a ball. I think when i'm long into this business i'll write a book all about The Best Job In The World!





i could get used to little girls drawing pictures for me...really i could. What i could not is thank my coach, Mrs Khaw, enough for giving me the skills. :)

long overdue post..

yea i know it's so unlike me to not post for so long. i have valid reasons, i promise. such absence from me is usually backed up by very sound explanations. trust me. :)

i was sick. good enough reason? hehe...

Quiksilver Revolution Tour

yes i went! my cousin gave me 2 free tickets and which better person to bring than my very own rocket-power-lords-of-dogtown-freak-brother, Keith??? in case you don't know what it is, the Quiksilver Revolution Tour was this huge event where surf, skate and music is combined into this wicked concoction! it was so cool! they had a vert ramp there okay! no kidding!



so if you could only imagine, tons of bikinis for your viewing pleasure and tons of hot, sexy, tanned six-packs for my viewing pleasure. it was heaven. I need to get myself a surfer dude. a Jamaican surfer dude. hahaha...okay...*pops fantasy bubble*

so the main highlight of it was of course the performers. There were 2 local bands which was One Buck Short and Love Me Butch. The former was quite alright. I found it pretty amusing because the lead singer was this big round dude with long hair and he was jumping all over the place. but good music...really. the latter, however, was a bit of an ear sore. but yet the crowd was high and seriously pushing the limits of insanity.

The main highlight was none other than Click Five!!! i stayed rooted to the same spot from 7 pm till 11 pm because i wanted to catch them from a good point of view. When they finally came out, as bimbo-air-headed-dumb-blonde-ish as this may sound, all the aches in my feet subsided...the boy-band was no-less than international pop stars. I screamed my lungs out, my brother was jumping and bobbing his head like an ecstatic kid at his first concert! It was a blast! i forgot how much i enjoyed concerts!

here's a short clip...enjoy!




Malakoff Malaysian Duathlon Series 1 - Kuala Lumpur

This took place at Dataran Merdeka. I was very much aware of my new form, so i decided to take the sprint. i knew very well i cant complete the full. My disciplines were a 5 km run, a 15 km bike and a 3 km run.

It was alright i guess. I did a fairly good 5 km run. Not stopping at all. Fairing an alright timing of 36 minutes. Though i was one of the last standing, i still felt undeterred. I was determined to have a happy race.



The bike however, paints a different picture. I was actually quite confident of my cycling this time around, taking into consideration that i've worked fairly harder than before. However, it aint good enough. i did alright, 42 minutes plus. I now love PowerGel. :)

Finally, the 3 km run was torturous. I did 3 km in 26 minutes! can you say Whattttttttttt??? yea i know. it's lame. gah...need to finetune my running some more...

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yup...what a wild weekend....:) cant wait for the KK climb!!