I'm tired, irritable, hot and hungover. All i want to do is make my blog be registered under a different gmail account. How to do this? I've read through all the instructions on line and I don't understand - meh.
Maybe if i wasn't tired, irritable, hot and hungover I'd be able to do this simple task. Maybe not.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Is Insurance really that unfair?
Argh, one more blog today and that's it - I promise!
(I'm making up for my 2 weeks where I shall not blog!)
My colleague received this email this morning and I thought it was absolutely hilarious:
OK my dear, do what you have to.
Although I certainly have nothing against your good self, I think *** should change the insurance to only insure people who haven't lived yet or are dead. That way you won't have to worry about pre-existing conditions - even if they last occurred 10's of years ago.
In fact, my biggest pre-existing condition is 'life'. I have suffered from it for 47 years (luckily) and in that time have sustained some injuries, which is a sure sign of living if you ask me. Some injuries go away, some lurk waiting to return but as the body replaces all body cells frequently, I would question 'pre-existing' anyway. I am afraid I cannot tell where my 'lurking' weaknesses are otherwise I could take defensive actions to prevent issues returning (or stay in bed). In future, I'll try to reduce my living to a degree that I do not cost you any more money and I apologize for doing so! I really do not like claiming anyhow as it is a sign I am not perfect - hard to believe I know.
I'm off to the UK next week and will have the *** treatment on the ***. I'll send the claim for that to you soon after.
Thanks for your reply, and for doing your job well. You are great.
Has to be one of the best emails I have seen in a VERY long time!
(I'm making up for my 2 weeks where I shall not blog!)
My colleague received this email this morning and I thought it was absolutely hilarious:
OK my dear, do what you have to.
Although I certainly have nothing against your good self, I think *** should change the insurance to only insure people who haven't lived yet or are dead. That way you won't have to worry about pre-existing conditions - even if they last occurred 10's of years ago.
In fact, my biggest pre-existing condition is 'life'. I have suffered from it for 47 years (luckily) and in that time have sustained some injuries, which is a sure sign of living if you ask me. Some injuries go away, some lurk waiting to return but as the body replaces all body cells frequently, I would question 'pre-existing' anyway. I am afraid I cannot tell where my 'lurking' weaknesses are otherwise I could take defensive actions to prevent issues returning (or stay in bed). In future, I'll try to reduce my living to a degree that I do not cost you any more money and I apologize for doing so! I really do not like claiming anyhow as it is a sign I am not perfect - hard to believe I know.
I'm off to the UK next week and will have the *** treatment on the ***. I'll send the claim for that to you soon after.
Thanks for your reply, and for doing your job well. You are great.
Has to be one of the best emails I have seen in a VERY long time!
Busted!!
Last night I realised that my computer screen can be seen in the reflection of the window behind me.
That means, every time a colleague has come to my office, with a query, since we have been in the new office (3 months) and I have pretended to be working when actually i was blogging, or facebooking, or msning, they could actually see my screen's reflection in the window.
I wish I hadn't realised this the night before my last day.
That means, every time a colleague has come to my office, with a query, since we have been in the new office (3 months) and I have pretended to be working when actually i was blogging, or facebooking, or msning, they could actually see my screen's reflection in the window.
I wish I hadn't realised this the night before my last day.
I'll beat the crap out of you
My gym buddy and i met last night to do circuit training last night. We also did kickboxing and man, it was awesome! I absolutely loved beating the shit out of his (i have no idea what the professional name for these are) "glove guards" with big fat boxing gloves on.
He taught me three routines and it was awesome to really get some aggression out and my god, it is SUCH a cardiac workout too, I was sweating like a biatch.
My shrub wants me to take up street dancing with her when I get back. There is a weekly class in Reading which only costs £4.50 a week (for my Malaysian followers, that is incredibly reasonable).
I said I'd start but I'm thinking I'd also like to take up kickboxing too - alongside running. Haha. Maybe I won't get a job, maybe I'll just be a tai tai (minus the husband).
My body aches like hell today - love it.
He taught me three routines and it was awesome to really get some aggression out and my god, it is SUCH a cardiac workout too, I was sweating like a biatch.
My shrub wants me to take up street dancing with her when I get back. There is a weekly class in Reading which only costs £4.50 a week (for my Malaysian followers, that is incredibly reasonable).
I said I'd start but I'm thinking I'd also like to take up kickboxing too - alongside running. Haha. Maybe I won't get a job, maybe I'll just be a tai tai (minus the husband).
My body aches like hell today - love it.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
It's just.. a little crush
You are so cute. and your laugh is really endearing. I know you like winding me up and I know you can see me blushing every time that you do. I can hear you laughing when you read my emails, but i can't see your face from where i am. You come and shout "playground" nonsense at me throughout the day. I can't help but smile. You say you're busy, then why do you keep hovering at my door? you started the teasing, you send the emails and you come to me like a little lost puppy making jokes and laughing. you call my phone unnecessarily, you gave me a stupid nickname. But actually I probably have a bigger crush on you, than you do me.
A Cheap Date
I would never use my sexuality as a weapon to get what I want, however, I can't help but say that being a woman does have it's advantages.
Today I had to swap my car (Emily) as she needed to be repaired following the crash. My car rental guy (PINK if you refer back to older blogs) said the damage was probably 200-300 myr.
He swapped the cars today and rather than giving me a shitty proton wira he gave me a nice nissan to mooch about in. Sweet. However, just now he text me saying, he needed the car back.. hu? BUT Emily was ready - but at what cost i thought?
10 bucks apparently - he did something on the sly for me through a mate and Emily will be back with me, good as new tomorrow - all for 10 bucks! I guess I'll just have to take him out for makan as a thank you... so I get to save 300 bucks and he gets a free date - everyone is happy :P
Today I had to swap my car (Emily) as she needed to be repaired following the crash. My car rental guy (PINK if you refer back to older blogs) said the damage was probably 200-300 myr.
He swapped the cars today and rather than giving me a shitty proton wira he gave me a nice nissan to mooch about in. Sweet. However, just now he text me saying, he needed the car back.. hu? BUT Emily was ready - but at what cost i thought?
10 bucks apparently - he did something on the sly for me through a mate and Emily will be back with me, good as new tomorrow - all for 10 bucks! I guess I'll just have to take him out for makan as a thank you... so I get to save 300 bucks and he gets a free date - everyone is happy :P
Physcho Woman
She told me her family are against her, that there is a strange man living with her family and turning them all against her. She feels like they all hate her. That this man has been casting spells on her for all her days. She got very ill and didn't recover. She was violently ill.
Then i got told that she saw a "traditional" doctor who "exorcised" her and she threw up stones, shards of glass and broken needles.
They told her there is a psychiatric condition called Pica. She screamed at them.
She believes an evil spirit has invoked her body. She travels to Mecca to confess her sins and set her soul free.
Then i got told that she saw a "traditional" doctor who "exorcised" her and she threw up stones, shards of glass and broken needles.
They told her there is a psychiatric condition called Pica. She screamed at them.
She believes an evil spirit has invoked her body. She travels to Mecca to confess her sins and set her soul free.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Busy Bee
I am busy. So busy. Annoying things here and there that need sorting but nothing of any substance or real urgency - hence, no motivation.
Arrived back from Beijing yesterday afternoon - it was amazing. Namely the best bits were...
- Mooching down Wangfujin all morning, browsing through chopsticks & silk, talking to birds that spoke Mandarin, practicing camwhoring at the world.
- All the famous sights; Tiananmen Sq, Forbidden City, Great wall
- Learning how to cook dumplings in a traditional Hutong
- Watching line dancing out on the street, water calligraphy, Hui hi by night.
- Having my own Cheongsam made
- Checking out the olympic stadium and surrounding area
- Hanging out at the 798 Art Space (was too cool)
- Partying until daylight and then going for 24 hour dim sum (who could ask for more in life - i mean, really)
- Trying Peking Duck and all sorts of random shit
- Everything else in between - being mobbed, getting lost down random old streets, making silly videos, laughing a lot, catching up with old friends, watching 10 year old girls perform chinese acrobats in a club, dancing with a Russian band (don't ask)....
- The list goes on
All in all Beijing = Amazing. H and I had a fantastic time.
So today was my first of 4 days remaining in the office, after lunch my team surprised me with an array of Malaysian dishes - very sweet. I wonder what else they have in store for me this week...
After managing to escape the office by 7 i managed a 5K sprint (yes, sprint @ 12km per hour for 25 mins) and some abs work. Gossiped with the PT's at the gym for a while, headed home.
Finally i look around my disgusting apartment (see below) and attempted to clean up. I managed about half. I still need to read over 17 CV's for a new position in our office and choose 3 to interview and make appointments/ see them by Friday. Plus all the other work that is never ending. Have told myself I can only do what I can do.
Last night managed to swing by Mid Valley and pick up a new backpack, cost an arm and half a leg (not a whole leg as i (unusually) didn't go for the most expensive brand). Am starting to think about packing (which is a start).
Have meal with friends tomorrow, weight training with my gym buddy who is back in town until the weekend on Thursday and then Friday will be my "leaving" party @ Zouk. Hope it'll be a good one.
In between all this I'm trying to clean out my apartment, review my job situation, get my arse in gear with the teaching programme, order flowers for a friend who's other friend just passed away :(, clean clothes, see ALL my friends (there aren't many but they are significant nonetheless), finish up my work, insure all my apartment prior to the move... argh the list goes on and on.
OK so that's a brief update. I'll try and blog about something vaguely interesting before i go to vietnam and die due to swine flu/ crossing roads/ eating live bugs/ Kiwi boy's droning voice :P
Laters.
Arrived back from Beijing yesterday afternoon - it was amazing. Namely the best bits were...
- Mooching down Wangfujin all morning, browsing through chopsticks & silk, talking to birds that spoke Mandarin, practicing camwhoring at the world.
- All the famous sights; Tiananmen Sq, Forbidden City, Great wall
- Learning how to cook dumplings in a traditional Hutong
- Watching line dancing out on the street, water calligraphy, Hui hi by night.
- Having my own Cheongsam made
- Checking out the olympic stadium and surrounding area
- Hanging out at the 798 Art Space (was too cool)
- Partying until daylight and then going for 24 hour dim sum (who could ask for more in life - i mean, really)
- Trying Peking Duck and all sorts of random shit
- Everything else in between - being mobbed, getting lost down random old streets, making silly videos, laughing a lot, catching up with old friends, watching 10 year old girls perform chinese acrobats in a club, dancing with a Russian band (don't ask)....
- The list goes on
All in all Beijing = Amazing. H and I had a fantastic time.
So today was my first of 4 days remaining in the office, after lunch my team surprised me with an array of Malaysian dishes - very sweet. I wonder what else they have in store for me this week...
After managing to escape the office by 7 i managed a 5K sprint (yes, sprint @ 12km per hour for 25 mins) and some abs work. Gossiped with the PT's at the gym for a while, headed home.
Finally i look around my disgusting apartment (see below) and attempted to clean up. I managed about half. I still need to read over 17 CV's for a new position in our office and choose 3 to interview and make appointments/ see them by Friday. Plus all the other work that is never ending. Have told myself I can only do what I can do.
Last night managed to swing by Mid Valley and pick up a new backpack, cost an arm and half a leg (not a whole leg as i (unusually) didn't go for the most expensive brand). Am starting to think about packing (which is a start).
Have meal with friends tomorrow, weight training with my gym buddy who is back in town until the weekend on Thursday and then Friday will be my "leaving" party @ Zouk. Hope it'll be a good one.
In between all this I'm trying to clean out my apartment, review my job situation, get my arse in gear with the teaching programme, order flowers for a friend who's other friend just passed away :(, clean clothes, see ALL my friends (there aren't many but they are significant nonetheless), finish up my work, insure all my apartment prior to the move... argh the list goes on and on.
OK so that's a brief update. I'll try and blog about something vaguely interesting before i go to vietnam and die due to swine flu/ crossing roads/ eating live bugs/ Kiwi boy's droning voice :P
Laters.
Can't see the floor through the clothes (or the wood through the trees)
This is EXACTLY what my apartment looks like right now, except the dead rat... is a gecko... (fwd to 1:21)
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
My Mother And I
Me - Well, I better go, my apartment looks like it's been bombed and i gotta get up in 5 hours
Ma - You never use to be a messy person
Me - (winding her up) times have changed luv, i like to call it "The Squatters Den"
Ma - (an air of tension strikes) Well when you were 15 you were a very tidy girl (dead serious)
Me - you better not start with this shit when I move home
Ma - I'm only joking
Me- no you're not...
What am i letting myself into... read my blog in 6 weeks time and all will be revealed.
Ma - You never use to be a messy person
Me - (winding her up) times have changed luv, i like to call it "The Squatters Den"
Ma - (an air of tension strikes) Well when you were 15 you were a very tidy girl (dead serious)
Me - you better not start with this shit when I move home
Ma - I'm only joking
Me- no you're not...
What am i letting myself into... read my blog in 6 weeks time and all will be revealed.
Insignificant
devoid of importance, meaningless, signifying nothing, not worthy of notice, lacking in importance, trivial, worthy of little regard, small, not worth considering, me.
Run to The Beat
I will be entering this race alongside my Shrub on the 27th September this year.
Live bands and recorded music will be played around the 13.1 mile/ 21.2 km (half marathon) track. The race starts at the O2 and goes all around greenwich, ending back at the O2 arena.
I think it's going to be a really fun event and I'm looking forward to crossing the finish line with a friend - that will be a first!
We're going to start training at the running course around Virginia Waters, once I'm back in the UK, every Saturday - followed by Pub Grub - who could ask for more?
For more information, you can visit the site www.runtothebeat.co.uk
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
I need to get this off my chest...
You know what? Go fuck yourself. I really don't give a fuck about you anymore. I gave my life to you for 4 fucking years and you can't even give me 1 day in return without a manipulative intonation in the tone of your voice. If i wanted to screw you over i could do. I have so much power its unbelievable. I know things that shouldn't have even been heard in a whisper. the lot of you are fucking pathetic. i hope you fail miserably at what you do and realise that you needed me. and if you don't fail and you succeed then i hope you realise that you should have trusted me all along because i knew. i knew the answers and you wouldn't fucking listen. i fucking hate you. i hate your core, your principles, your theories. so fuck you, fuck you all.
Final Countdown
16th June... 16th June... My braces are coming off... 16th June! CONFIRMATIVE!
That's... 4 weeks! That's... 28 days! That's... 912 hours! That's... 54,720 minutes!!
(I'm a little bit excited)
Went to the dentist this morning and wearing those god-awful elastics has paid off - we're nearly there! I can stop wearing the elastics by my next appointment 29th May (my last day at work) which is a relief as I won't have to worry about sporting them (and the pain) round Vietnam and HK. He put an extra "support track" on top of the top teeth today to keep everything tight (it's another clear elastic) and didn't tighten any of the wires (thank the Lord).
I asked him today about the fitted retainer as was feeling apprehensive about what it's going to be like, seeing as I'll have to wear it 2-5 years. He showed me on the clays of my old teeth - ergh! It's just a small/ thin wire that is literally molded to the back of the teeth (first 4-6 of top and bottom) just to keep them in place. It cannot be seen and barely felt. Then I only have to wear the clear fitted retainer at night. I'm going to wear it FOREVER. I haven't gone through this much to just forget about it and have my teeth go back to the way they were.
I'm soooooooooooooooooooo excited. Cannot express in words. My final appointment is at 9.30am on the 16th June :):):)
That's... 4 weeks! That's... 28 days! That's... 912 hours! That's... 54,720 minutes!!
(I'm a little bit excited)
Went to the dentist this morning and wearing those god-awful elastics has paid off - we're nearly there! I can stop wearing the elastics by my next appointment 29th May (my last day at work) which is a relief as I won't have to worry about sporting them (and the pain) round Vietnam and HK. He put an extra "support track" on top of the top teeth today to keep everything tight (it's another clear elastic) and didn't tighten any of the wires (thank the Lord).
I asked him today about the fitted retainer as was feeling apprehensive about what it's going to be like, seeing as I'll have to wear it 2-5 years. He showed me on the clays of my old teeth - ergh! It's just a small/ thin wire that is literally molded to the back of the teeth (first 4-6 of top and bottom) just to keep them in place. It cannot be seen and barely felt. Then I only have to wear the clear fitted retainer at night. I'm going to wear it FOREVER. I haven't gone through this much to just forget about it and have my teeth go back to the way they were.
I'm soooooooooooooooooooo excited. Cannot express in words. My final appointment is at 9.30am on the 16th June :):):)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Womoan
Was having lunch with Bombie earlier. We were in two minds whether to meet up for a quick bite (I say bite, we had fruit smoothies) as we were both in foul moods and tired. We sat for a while, Bombie, quiet, me, trying to justify why i was so moody, it went something like this:
Me - I'm due on, maybe I've got PMT...
B- Yeh, probably (dazed)
Me- I'm really tired from the run though, it's probably that...
B - Yeh, could be (staring into space)
Me - I dunno why i feel so moody though, I just want to lie on my sofa and eat pizza...
B - Yeh, me too (pupils turned into pizza shaped pupils)
Me - Hang on, we're women, we don't need to JUSTIFY our moodiness! We can just BE moody - with no explanation required!
B - Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! (nearly fell off her seat with the very thought)
We laughed, because it's true. Being a woman is our 'get out' card that we can play to justify our disgraceful behaviour at any time. This is genius. Why have we never used it to our ADVANTAGE before??
And then we continued to slag off everything about the world and complain about how fat we were.
In the end, it turned out to be a pretty normal lunch, not much different from a regular day.
Me - I'm due on, maybe I've got PMT...
B- Yeh, probably (dazed)
Me- I'm really tired from the run though, it's probably that...
B - Yeh, could be (staring into space)
Me - I dunno why i feel so moody though, I just want to lie on my sofa and eat pizza...
B - Yeh, me too (pupils turned into pizza shaped pupils)
Me - Hang on, we're women, we don't need to JUSTIFY our moodiness! We can just BE moody - with no explanation required!
B - Waaaaaaaaaaaaah! (nearly fell off her seat with the very thought)
We laughed, because it's true. Being a woman is our 'get out' card that we can play to justify our disgraceful behaviour at any time. This is genius. Why have we never used it to our ADVANTAGE before??
And then we continued to slag off everything about the world and complain about how fat we were.
In the end, it turned out to be a pretty normal lunch, not much different from a regular day.
New Balance, Pacesetters 15KM 2009
Event: New Balance Pacesetters 15KM 2009
Venue: Tapak A, Lake Gardens, Kuala Lumpur
Date: 17 May 2009
Time 7.00am
Distance: 15KM
Shoe: adidas adizero
Well, well, well, what a pleasant surprise the Pacesetters run turned out to be!
After sleeping through my first alarm but woken up by the 2nd and 3rd I crawled out of bed a 4.45am and took a quick shower, got dressed and made myself a banana, orange, pineapple, strawberry (and a few m&m's) smoothie. Chugged down a bottle of water, an ibuprofen and an Imodium and headed down to the Lake Gardens where the race was held.
I was glad i got there early as I managed to secure a decent parking space and limber up by my car, apply shit loads of deep heat to my knees, back of thighs and ankles before heading down to the meeting point. Over the speakers played some pumping music to get everyone awake and the DJ informed us that there were 1800 runners. It kinda made me laugh after the 50,000 we had in the Singapore half marathon.
I got talking to a few randoms but couldn't find the people from my gym who were competing which was a bit of a shame - maybe they were chicken shit and didn't turn up - i doubt it! But I don't run with my phone so I couldn't call to check. Oh well. Wasn't really that bothered.
Initially i felt like it was all a bit disorganised, the men were to set off at 7.00 and then the women to follow at 7.15. Whilst they were nearly set to go, there were still people legging it to the start line and on the race track! As the runners set off i noticed this old man (probably in his late 60's-early 70's maybe older??) running barefoot. And I thought to myself how stupid we must all seem to him with our designer Nike and Adidas (I'm still in the legendry AdiZero's) trainers. Oh, and of course New Balance trainers (seeing as the race was sponsored by them!)
Eventually the gun went off and the track was clear, then us ladies approached the start line. At this point i really needed to pee. Having taken a poop in the squat toilet (dam nerves) i was already traumatised by having to do that and I knew i didn't have time to go again so hoped it would just sort of... disappear during the run, which it did do after about 30 grueling minutes. The gun went off and I crossed the chip counter about 30 seconds after. Out of the 1800 runners i reckon only a few hundred were women.
As we made headway we took an immediate (but gradual) up hill approach - fuckers. The first 20 minutes were really tough, I always hate the first 20, after that I tend to zone out and my mind gets focused and I just imagine I'm Paula Radcliff :) at 35 mins i reached the first water station so i was really on target time (5K in). I was disappointed that they didn't have any isotonic drinks (i.e 100 plus). I hated that dam drink all those months back when I first started competing, but now i can't get enough of it. So I just downed a cup of luke warm water whilst keeping on the move.
By this point my right knee was starting to ache (around the outside) and my left ankle felt tender. This discomfort was quickly taken away by the usual (and i really don't know why it's always the right foot) pins and needles, in my right foot. This went on for nearly half an hour. The only way to get rid of it is to run it off. Unfortunately it can be quite damaging and uncomfy as you can't tell how much pressure you're putting on the foot.
During the course of the first hour i was pretty much OK. I'd been following this really (hot) and fit runner thinking that I aspired to be her, she kept getting ahead of me and then I would find myself taking over her. I wonder if she was following me too, or, pace setting herself against me (love it when people do that). Then to my surprise, I suddenly found myself creeping up behind the shoeless man, hobbling along... first of all i realised that not only was i overtaking this man but that I had also caught up with a lot of the men. Which meant I had caught up 15 minutes of running time. I really am fitter than i give myself credit for. But then again, I guess even a 5 year old could overtake a shoeless man. Still i was beating a lot of men - yay! haha suckers.
Gradually the hills became more and more intense and at one point i was so close to falling into a walk that i literally had to do a few hops to build up my speed again. It was very, very hard at that point. Although, I soon got my enthusiasm back when a stupid song came on my I Pod that Bombie had told me to upload.. (my neck.. my back.. my pu**y and my crack...hahaha) I smiled and "cracked" on :P
By 1hr 15 i was pretty certain I was gonna finish the race well within my 2 hour target which I had given myself. I had passed the last water station and ran down the highway. There had been people standing with deep heat in their hands (i could have kissed them) as I smeared it all down the backs of my legs and around my knees and felt the icey blast down my legs. I wiped the beads of sweat from my upper lip and of course, realised i still had traces of deep heat on my hand. It was... refreshing... haha.
By this point the road was on a downhill trend and despite the pressure to my knee joints i bolted along until i reached the flat plain and then literally had about a 1km sprint, it was really enjoyable. As I approached the Lake Gardens i realised I was probably on my last km and looked down at my watch. If I kept a good speed I'd make it by 1hr 45 mins. I flicked my I pod on max volume and bolted fast around the last km... reaching the finish line with arms flung in the air and with a big grin for the cameras (never forget to camwhore) ;)
1 hr 42. Sweet!
So yes, overall, I have to say, that the race (endurance wise) was nearly... easy, but if I'm totally honest, I could have gone on for another 6k and completed a half marathon. I really wasn't that exhausted in all honesty. I mean, yeh sure, it was hard, the up hill especially but i was really focused yesterday and I think that's what pulled me through. I guess, given that I haven't been so mentally stressed and have been taking it easier these days I was able to perform better, believe it or not.
Today I can definitely feel the tears and will try and get down the gym tonight to try a light jog to help heal the tears. Saying that, I'm extremely tired this morning and so it may have to wait until tomorrow (they advise a recovery run 24-72 hours after a major race).
Anyway, I'm really glad i decided to do it, the weather was fantastic, partially cloudy with light breeze, the course was good (lovely views of KL at high points), the crowd and other runners were friendly and i performed to the best of my ability.
Bring on the half marathon in September! Can't wait for it! ;)
Venue: Tapak A, Lake Gardens, Kuala Lumpur
Date: 17 May 2009
Time 7.00am
Distance: 15KM
Shoe: adidas adizero
Well, well, well, what a pleasant surprise the Pacesetters run turned out to be!
After sleeping through my first alarm but woken up by the 2nd and 3rd I crawled out of bed a 4.45am and took a quick shower, got dressed and made myself a banana, orange, pineapple, strawberry (and a few m&m's) smoothie. Chugged down a bottle of water, an ibuprofen and an Imodium and headed down to the Lake Gardens where the race was held.
I was glad i got there early as I managed to secure a decent parking space and limber up by my car, apply shit loads of deep heat to my knees, back of thighs and ankles before heading down to the meeting point. Over the speakers played some pumping music to get everyone awake and the DJ informed us that there were 1800 runners. It kinda made me laugh after the 50,000 we had in the Singapore half marathon.
I got talking to a few randoms but couldn't find the people from my gym who were competing which was a bit of a shame - maybe they were chicken shit and didn't turn up - i doubt it! But I don't run with my phone so I couldn't call to check. Oh well. Wasn't really that bothered.
Initially i felt like it was all a bit disorganised, the men were to set off at 7.00 and then the women to follow at 7.15. Whilst they were nearly set to go, there were still people legging it to the start line and on the race track! As the runners set off i noticed this old man (probably in his late 60's-early 70's maybe older??) running barefoot. And I thought to myself how stupid we must all seem to him with our designer Nike and Adidas (I'm still in the legendry AdiZero's) trainers. Oh, and of course New Balance trainers (seeing as the race was sponsored by them!)
Eventually the gun went off and the track was clear, then us ladies approached the start line. At this point i really needed to pee. Having taken a poop in the squat toilet (dam nerves) i was already traumatised by having to do that and I knew i didn't have time to go again so hoped it would just sort of... disappear during the run, which it did do after about 30 grueling minutes. The gun went off and I crossed the chip counter about 30 seconds after. Out of the 1800 runners i reckon only a few hundred were women.
As we made headway we took an immediate (but gradual) up hill approach - fuckers. The first 20 minutes were really tough, I always hate the first 20, after that I tend to zone out and my mind gets focused and I just imagine I'm Paula Radcliff :) at 35 mins i reached the first water station so i was really on target time (5K in). I was disappointed that they didn't have any isotonic drinks (i.e 100 plus). I hated that dam drink all those months back when I first started competing, but now i can't get enough of it. So I just downed a cup of luke warm water whilst keeping on the move.
By this point my right knee was starting to ache (around the outside) and my left ankle felt tender. This discomfort was quickly taken away by the usual (and i really don't know why it's always the right foot) pins and needles, in my right foot. This went on for nearly half an hour. The only way to get rid of it is to run it off. Unfortunately it can be quite damaging and uncomfy as you can't tell how much pressure you're putting on the foot.
During the course of the first hour i was pretty much OK. I'd been following this really (hot) and fit runner thinking that I aspired to be her, she kept getting ahead of me and then I would find myself taking over her. I wonder if she was following me too, or, pace setting herself against me (love it when people do that). Then to my surprise, I suddenly found myself creeping up behind the shoeless man, hobbling along... first of all i realised that not only was i overtaking this man but that I had also caught up with a lot of the men. Which meant I had caught up 15 minutes of running time. I really am fitter than i give myself credit for. But then again, I guess even a 5 year old could overtake a shoeless man. Still i was beating a lot of men - yay! haha suckers.
Gradually the hills became more and more intense and at one point i was so close to falling into a walk that i literally had to do a few hops to build up my speed again. It was very, very hard at that point. Although, I soon got my enthusiasm back when a stupid song came on my I Pod that Bombie had told me to upload.. (my neck.. my back.. my pu**y and my crack...hahaha) I smiled and "cracked" on :P
By 1hr 15 i was pretty certain I was gonna finish the race well within my 2 hour target which I had given myself. I had passed the last water station and ran down the highway. There had been people standing with deep heat in their hands (i could have kissed them) as I smeared it all down the backs of my legs and around my knees and felt the icey blast down my legs. I wiped the beads of sweat from my upper lip and of course, realised i still had traces of deep heat on my hand. It was... refreshing... haha.
By this point the road was on a downhill trend and despite the pressure to my knee joints i bolted along until i reached the flat plain and then literally had about a 1km sprint, it was really enjoyable. As I approached the Lake Gardens i realised I was probably on my last km and looked down at my watch. If I kept a good speed I'd make it by 1hr 45 mins. I flicked my I pod on max volume and bolted fast around the last km... reaching the finish line with arms flung in the air and with a big grin for the cameras (never forget to camwhore) ;)
1 hr 42. Sweet!
So yes, overall, I have to say, that the race (endurance wise) was nearly... easy, but if I'm totally honest, I could have gone on for another 6k and completed a half marathon. I really wasn't that exhausted in all honesty. I mean, yeh sure, it was hard, the up hill especially but i was really focused yesterday and I think that's what pulled me through. I guess, given that I haven't been so mentally stressed and have been taking it easier these days I was able to perform better, believe it or not.
Today I can definitely feel the tears and will try and get down the gym tonight to try a light jog to help heal the tears. Saying that, I'm extremely tired this morning and so it may have to wait until tomorrow (they advise a recovery run 24-72 hours after a major race).
Anyway, I'm really glad i decided to do it, the weather was fantastic, partially cloudy with light breeze, the course was good (lovely views of KL at high points), the crowd and other runners were friendly and i performed to the best of my ability.
Bring on the half marathon in September! Can't wait for it! ;)
Saturday, May 16, 2009
I drank coffee... and i liked it.
Found this photo on my mobile when uploading the other photos to blog about just now. My colleague went to get me a coffee a few weeks back :) Came back with the drink and look what was written on it "Kat(h)y Perry". Haha. Cheeky. Love that they call me that. Haha. It could be something to do with my own name... or perhaps it was my old haircut... I don't really know how it started but I thought this was kinda cute and it did make me smile :)
Signs
I was in traffic on Friday morning and i saw this sign on the back of a van in front of me... what does it mean??
My immediate thought was no drinking and no drugs. It looks like a cocktail glass and a syringe needle, if I'm not mistaken!
Hahaha - what do you reckon? Sayangi Malaysia :P
My immediate thought was no drinking and no drugs. It looks like a cocktail glass and a syringe needle, if I'm not mistaken!
Hahaha - what do you reckon? Sayangi Malaysia :P
Amazing New Invention
Don't you just hate it when you try to sip your coke through a straw but try as you might, every time you put the can down, the bubbles inside the can push the straw up and out? Or worse still, the bubbles rise inside the straw causing little drips to land on the table the can is placed on, or worser still than that -to land on you???
Well, there is a solution! Created by designer J.nochinesemiddlename.Lim.corp in Kuching, Sarawak.
Who'd have thought this one nifty move could be the answer to all troubles as listed above?
Please follow the following instructions:
1) open can
2) slide straw through can ring
3) enjoy the icy cold drink
Thanks babes!!! hehe :)
Well, there is a solution! Created by designer J.nochinesemiddlename.Lim.corp in Kuching, Sarawak.
Who'd have thought this one nifty move could be the answer to all troubles as listed above?
Please follow the following instructions:
1) open can
2) slide straw through can ring
3) enjoy the icy cold drink
Thanks babes!!! hehe :)
Friday, May 15, 2009
Love Lost
I think that old saying is true, when you stop looking, then suddenly, you are in demand.
Have been trying really hard (as sad as it sounds) not to socialise with new groups of friends as this happened in HK before I left and it made it even harder to go, having found more friends.
It's kinda the same with men. I met this really hot guy it Zouk a couple of weeks back. He called and asked me out and I kind of blew him off. I mean, I was busy but i could have tried harder to see him. And the weird thing was i totally digged him. I guess i was just a bit scared. I freak out when guys like me and i never know what to do. Hidden behind all the dirty sex talk is still quite a naive, shy girl.
Then there is this broker i liked the moment i set eyes on but he seemed kinda shy and uninterested so i didn't bother doing anything about it (not quite sure what i would have done anyway). so then today, he emails me this:
I was sorry not to see you last night with the others, guess you're the sensible one.
I also heard you plan to leave KL and was disappointed to hear that also.
Let me know if you have time sometime, I would like to buy you coffee.
Hhhmm. I only met him a few times to discuss clients and made small talk in the lift (we work in the same building). Is this a chat up or just friendly i wonder?
The others he was referring to were my two new larger louts in the office. Both of which are cute and both of which I'd quite happily date if the opportunity had of arisen. I didn't go out with them because, well I was supposed to be seeing KiwiBoy but also... I'm kind of afraid to enjoy new company... because i think deep down inside I'm scared I've made the wrong decision to leave.
On the other hand, I'm also scared that I'll fall for one of these guys. Despite how much i moan to Bombies and ND and H about how desperate I am to get laid, deep inside, i really just wanna wait for Mada... it's been 8 years... surely I can hold on for another 5 weeks?
Have been trying really hard (as sad as it sounds) not to socialise with new groups of friends as this happened in HK before I left and it made it even harder to go, having found more friends.
It's kinda the same with men. I met this really hot guy it Zouk a couple of weeks back. He called and asked me out and I kind of blew him off. I mean, I was busy but i could have tried harder to see him. And the weird thing was i totally digged him. I guess i was just a bit scared. I freak out when guys like me and i never know what to do. Hidden behind all the dirty sex talk is still quite a naive, shy girl.
Then there is this broker i liked the moment i set eyes on but he seemed kinda shy and uninterested so i didn't bother doing anything about it (not quite sure what i would have done anyway). so then today, he emails me this:
I was sorry not to see you last night with the others, guess you're the sensible one.
I also heard you plan to leave KL and was disappointed to hear that also.
Let me know if you have time sometime, I would like to buy you coffee.
Hhhmm. I only met him a few times to discuss clients and made small talk in the lift (we work in the same building). Is this a chat up or just friendly i wonder?
The others he was referring to were my two new larger louts in the office. Both of which are cute and both of which I'd quite happily date if the opportunity had of arisen. I didn't go out with them because, well I was supposed to be seeing KiwiBoy but also... I'm kind of afraid to enjoy new company... because i think deep down inside I'm scared I've made the wrong decision to leave.
On the other hand, I'm also scared that I'll fall for one of these guys. Despite how much i moan to Bombies and ND and H about how desperate I am to get laid, deep inside, i really just wanna wait for Mada... it's been 8 years... surely I can hold on for another 5 weeks?
Need Zzzzzzzz
oh my gaaaaawd help me. I keep falling asleep at my desk. Just now, as I jumped awake, i accidentally clicked the mouse (as i fell asleep with my hand on it) and sent an email I was only half way through writing.
Get a Grip
Last night something terrible happened. I was out with friends and suddenly I got this excruciating pain in my jaw. I went over to a mirror and suddenly needed to spit out a lot of blood. It was very thick and congealed and a dark red/ black, I felt like I was choking on it. After a while the blood stopped coming and I was able to examine my mouth in the mirror. To my utter shock. All of my teeth on the upper left side of my jaw had cracked off, leaving 4 or 5 of my teeth just hanging in my mouth on the wire on my braces. The root of the teeth were still imbedded in my gum. I was totally shocked and didn't know what the hell to do. I rang my dentist but they couldn't seem to understand what was wrong and kept telling me to come in tomorrow. Then I started being sick and again, there seemed to be blood everywhere.
I suddenly sat bolt up right in darkness, absolutely dripped wet to the core, hair plastered over my face. I reached my hand up to my mouth. It was just a nightmare.
WTF???
Seriously, it was like the most horrible dream I have had in a long while. I think the reason I had it is firstly, because I think about my teeth a lot and secondly, yesterday I was thinking about how i was going to be away for nearly 3 weeks and what would I do if the braces broke of something, right in my last few weeks and I couldn't get it sorted.
Thirdly, i think it's because of how tight the elastics make my jaw. I sometimes find myself sitting working or driving or something and I'm actually clenching my jaw very tightly, teeth pressed hard against one another and i have to remind myself to try and relax my mouth. I imagine last night i was grinding my teeth so hard that's that is why I had the dream.
I went through a patch some years ago that I use to grind my teeth so aggressively that I broke a tooth and after that my dentist made me wear a teeth guard at night. Apparently it can be caused by stress, at that time it probably was. On this occassion, I blame it on the orthodontic work.
Just gotta grin and bear it for a few more weeks.
I suddenly sat bolt up right in darkness, absolutely dripped wet to the core, hair plastered over my face. I reached my hand up to my mouth. It was just a nightmare.
WTF???
Seriously, it was like the most horrible dream I have had in a long while. I think the reason I had it is firstly, because I think about my teeth a lot and secondly, yesterday I was thinking about how i was going to be away for nearly 3 weeks and what would I do if the braces broke of something, right in my last few weeks and I couldn't get it sorted.
Thirdly, i think it's because of how tight the elastics make my jaw. I sometimes find myself sitting working or driving or something and I'm actually clenching my jaw very tightly, teeth pressed hard against one another and i have to remind myself to try and relax my mouth. I imagine last night i was grinding my teeth so hard that's that is why I had the dream.
I went through a patch some years ago that I use to grind my teeth so aggressively that I broke a tooth and after that my dentist made me wear a teeth guard at night. Apparently it can be caused by stress, at that time it probably was. On this occassion, I blame it on the orthodontic work.
Just gotta grin and bear it for a few more weeks.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Lost & Found
Things my landlord will find in my apartment after i leave:
- Kirby grips; the small slender brown shaded hair grips that I constantly lose after taking out of my hair and chucking somewhere when I'm tired.
- Used contact lenses; I use daily lenses and will take them out wherever and whenever. I frequently come across them in my bedroom and in my bathroom. Instead of walking 5 feet to a bin or toilet i usually just put them on the nearest unit to go crusty and bin them (sometimes) later.
- Elastic Bands; my dental elastics. They ping out when i eat, they disapear in my sleep, i remove them in the morning whilst taking a wee and they go down the toilet, sometimes at the mirror, sometimes when watching TV or at my computer...
- Pop socks; they seem to be everywhere i look, under the bed, in my laundry area, randomly behind a curtain.. i have no idea how they end up in such places.
- Hair bands; you will never see a picture of me without a hairband around my left wrist. I pretty much always have one with me. they are stashed all over my apartment in case i just need to grab one... or just because i took my hair down and pinged it somewhere
- Hair in general; hair in the shower, hair blocking the shower drain (I'm too scared to put my hand down there and clear it) hair where i DO my hair, hair, hair, hair.
- My afterlife; traces of smiley faces hidden under white paint... old cigarete butts on the balcony from days of yonder, m&ms dropped, lost and never found, memories lingering in the air of all the happy times...
- Kirby grips; the small slender brown shaded hair grips that I constantly lose after taking out of my hair and chucking somewhere when I'm tired.
- Used contact lenses; I use daily lenses and will take them out wherever and whenever. I frequently come across them in my bedroom and in my bathroom. Instead of walking 5 feet to a bin or toilet i usually just put them on the nearest unit to go crusty and bin them (sometimes) later.
- Elastic Bands; my dental elastics. They ping out when i eat, they disapear in my sleep, i remove them in the morning whilst taking a wee and they go down the toilet, sometimes at the mirror, sometimes when watching TV or at my computer...
- Pop socks; they seem to be everywhere i look, under the bed, in my laundry area, randomly behind a curtain.. i have no idea how they end up in such places.
- Hair bands; you will never see a picture of me without a hairband around my left wrist. I pretty much always have one with me. they are stashed all over my apartment in case i just need to grab one... or just because i took my hair down and pinged it somewhere
- Hair in general; hair in the shower, hair blocking the shower drain (I'm too scared to put my hand down there and clear it) hair where i DO my hair, hair, hair, hair.
- My afterlife; traces of smiley faces hidden under white paint... old cigarete butts on the balcony from days of yonder, m&ms dropped, lost and never found, memories lingering in the air of all the happy times...
When Lightening Strikes!
Why are we scared of thunder?
We wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and for no apparent reason, other than feeling as though we just jumped or that our heart beat is racing just a little bit faster than usual.
We role over to face the window (to which the curtain is not drawn, for fear of oversleeping on a weekday morning) and see the flickering sky and as your ears begin to focus on sounds around you, you hear the massive bucket-droplets of rain falling down.
Suddenly you hear the CRACK and then BOOM of the thunder, just mili-secondas after the lightening strikes and you know that the storm is circulating directly above your head and you freak out.
Well, at least you do if you weren't born in Asia. Thunder storms, still, to this day, scare the shit out of me, even after having lived in Asia for 4 years and witnessing typhoons so strong (in Hong Kong) that you could feel your building swaying as you hid under your duvet, praying for it to all be over very soon.
The irony of it is that I'm only scared when I'm alone and it's dark and it's the middle of the night. If I'm not already in bed, I would normally go out onto my balcony and watch or film it in the hope of getting an amazing bolt on camera. I mean it is one of nature's most powerful and beautiful shows. BUT, when I'm jolted from my sleepy and all is quiet in my apartment I freak out. Barely able to even poke my head out from underneath my duvet.
Last night there was a big storm that kept me up for about 2 hours, in the end I couldn't sleep so i called my mate BD for about an hour, all the while, wondering if i would get electrocuted through the "ariel" of my phone.
After a while the storm calmed down/ passed over head and i was ready to go back to sleep but me being afraid of the dark - (yes, I am and I also openly admit that when I first moved in to my own place and lived on my own i slept with the lights on for about 2 months) was too scared to get out of my bed to grab a glass of water so my friend agreed to stay on the line whilst i ran out of my bed, to the fridge poured a glass of water and squealed as I ran back into my bed and drank under the covers.
She thought it was hilarious, I thought myself simply pathetic. Still, i survived and the axe murderer that I was sure was waiting for me outside my bedroom door, was not, in fact, there and did not murder me. Because, when there is a storm, someone always gets murdered, don't they?
We wake up suddenly in the middle of the night and for no apparent reason, other than feeling as though we just jumped or that our heart beat is racing just a little bit faster than usual.
We role over to face the window (to which the curtain is not drawn, for fear of oversleeping on a weekday morning) and see the flickering sky and as your ears begin to focus on sounds around you, you hear the massive bucket-droplets of rain falling down.
Suddenly you hear the CRACK and then BOOM of the thunder, just mili-secondas after the lightening strikes and you know that the storm is circulating directly above your head and you freak out.
Well, at least you do if you weren't born in Asia. Thunder storms, still, to this day, scare the shit out of me, even after having lived in Asia for 4 years and witnessing typhoons so strong (in Hong Kong) that you could feel your building swaying as you hid under your duvet, praying for it to all be over very soon.
The irony of it is that I'm only scared when I'm alone and it's dark and it's the middle of the night. If I'm not already in bed, I would normally go out onto my balcony and watch or film it in the hope of getting an amazing bolt on camera. I mean it is one of nature's most powerful and beautiful shows. BUT, when I'm jolted from my sleepy and all is quiet in my apartment I freak out. Barely able to even poke my head out from underneath my duvet.
Last night there was a big storm that kept me up for about 2 hours, in the end I couldn't sleep so i called my mate BD for about an hour, all the while, wondering if i would get electrocuted through the "ariel" of my phone.
After a while the storm calmed down/ passed over head and i was ready to go back to sleep but me being afraid of the dark - (yes, I am and I also openly admit that when I first moved in to my own place and lived on my own i slept with the lights on for about 2 months) was too scared to get out of my bed to grab a glass of water so my friend agreed to stay on the line whilst i ran out of my bed, to the fridge poured a glass of water and squealed as I ran back into my bed and drank under the covers.
She thought it was hilarious, I thought myself simply pathetic. Still, i survived and the axe murderer that I was sure was waiting for me outside my bedroom door, was not, in fact, there and did not murder me. Because, when there is a storm, someone always gets murdered, don't they?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Office Antics
There is one (overweight) woman in our office who continually insists that the air con be kept at FREEZING (around 16-20c) whilst the other 15 people in the office freeze to death. I Think she gets hot because she is obese. I frequently wear two jumpers over my work gear, others wrap things around them, grumble and complain.
Matters have got worse recently as NB moved over from HK to KL last year and only encourages the air con use, plus, we have just recruited two "largar louts" (men) from the UK who also insist on it being cold.
Although the people who are freezing outweigh the ones that are hot we seem to be fighting a loosing battle. Yesterday we had a really laugh in the office over it and were having 'play fights' over the temperature. Every time someone could do, they sneaked and changed the dial.
Today, it is absolutely jeffin' freezing so i sent out the following... to which i got various funny replies from my colleagues... then.. the fat woman replied.... i guess it wasn't so funny after all :P
~ PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT! The problems associated with air conditioners arise out of overuse. With the ease of fingertip control many people assume that the more they use their unit the better it will be. This, however, is not the case. Air conditioning aggravates the effects of arthritis and neuritis. It also causes trouble for those with sinus trouble, causing their heads to become blocked. In addition to these obvious reactions to an air conditioned environment there are many far more subtle reactions that can adversely affect a person’s health. Studies between those who have worked for prolonged periods in air conditioned offices and those who work outdoors, have consistently shown that the people exposed to air conditioning are more susceptible to colds, flu and other minor ailments. It has also been proven that the body undergoes a certain amount of stress when it is forced to go from a boiling hot environment into an air conditioned one. Over time this, too can cause problems.
It has been noted that the AC at Unit 7-3 is TOO COLD! Employees may die of PNEUMONIA! Please adjust dial to 24C ASAP to avoid DEATH amongst ALL employees!!
~ If we have suffer any ill effects can we hold the person personally responsible for decreasing the temperature for our ailments?
~ Thank you for your enquiry. I have spoken with the committee, and yes, we can hold them personally responsible for any medical complications (including death) that may arise. Should you have any further queries, please do not hesitate to ask.
~ and we clearly know who to sue when such diagnosis arises!!! if we are still alive, that is....:p
~ No wonder im always STRESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am suffering from joint pain......................Ooooh god, I think I need to take a personal medical card
and get the particular person to pay my premium. I think everyone should apply.....:)))
~ Yes I agree I think we need a group scheme as that way the person responsible may be able to get a little bit of discount. Perhaps they can run up a quote for themselves from WR!!
~ We shall discuss this in the meeting today :)))) Interesting!!!
Bubs may lead to voice............is that OK Bubs???
~ As Leader of the Committee, I have no choice.
~ Thank you LORD!!!
~ Did someone make it warmer? My feet are starting to thaw out and I have just about lost my blue lips! A curry at lunch should warm me up.
~Haa.. haa..
Sorry - but I'm sure you all were here, excluding Auds, when the air con maintenance people were previously here when they advised us that the units cannot be above 24 as it shuts it automatically, thus not giving ample time for the air to circulate properly and would affect the whole system. Even 24 was not advisable as it is too short a time for it to blow properly and will lead to constant breaks down. 23 was the compromise made with the maintenance people in view of majority not able to stand the (so called) cold air.
So, it's not down to me, o.k - when the unit breaks down then there will be more complaints of too hot and not sure when it would be back to normal......
I'm just the messenger.
Just "The messenger"?? She is the one that started all this! All we ask for is a normal temperature (say 21-23).. is that SO much to ask...?
Bring on the Central Heating in the UK and the nightsweats you get on those hot summer nights... with no ventilation except our windows and am electric bedside fan ;)
Matters have got worse recently as NB moved over from HK to KL last year and only encourages the air con use, plus, we have just recruited two "largar louts" (men) from the UK who also insist on it being cold.
Although the people who are freezing outweigh the ones that are hot we seem to be fighting a loosing battle. Yesterday we had a really laugh in the office over it and were having 'play fights' over the temperature. Every time someone could do, they sneaked and changed the dial.
Today, it is absolutely jeffin' freezing so i sent out the following... to which i got various funny replies from my colleagues... then.. the fat woman replied.... i guess it wasn't so funny after all :P
~ PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT! The problems associated with air conditioners arise out of overuse. With the ease of fingertip control many people assume that the more they use their unit the better it will be. This, however, is not the case. Air conditioning aggravates the effects of arthritis and neuritis. It also causes trouble for those with sinus trouble, causing their heads to become blocked. In addition to these obvious reactions to an air conditioned environment there are many far more subtle reactions that can adversely affect a person’s health. Studies between those who have worked for prolonged periods in air conditioned offices and those who work outdoors, have consistently shown that the people exposed to air conditioning are more susceptible to colds, flu and other minor ailments. It has also been proven that the body undergoes a certain amount of stress when it is forced to go from a boiling hot environment into an air conditioned one. Over time this, too can cause problems.
It has been noted that the AC at Unit 7-3 is TOO COLD! Employees may die of PNEUMONIA! Please adjust dial to 24C ASAP to avoid DEATH amongst ALL employees!!
~ If we have suffer any ill effects can we hold the person personally responsible for decreasing the temperature for our ailments?
~ Thank you for your enquiry. I have spoken with the committee, and yes, we can hold them personally responsible for any medical complications (including death) that may arise. Should you have any further queries, please do not hesitate to ask.
~ and we clearly know who to sue when such diagnosis arises!!! if we are still alive, that is....:p
~ No wonder im always STRESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am suffering from joint pain......................Ooooh god, I think I need to take a personal medical card
and get the particular person to pay my premium. I think everyone should apply.....:)))
~ Yes I agree I think we need a group scheme as that way the person responsible may be able to get a little bit of discount. Perhaps they can run up a quote for themselves from WR!!
~ We shall discuss this in the meeting today :)))) Interesting!!!
Bubs may lead to voice............is that OK Bubs???
~ As Leader of the Committee, I have no choice.
~ Thank you LORD!!!
~ Did someone make it warmer? My feet are starting to thaw out and I have just about lost my blue lips! A curry at lunch should warm me up.
~Haa.. haa..
Sorry - but I'm sure you all were here, excluding Auds, when the air con maintenance people were previously here when they advised us that the units cannot be above 24 as it shuts it automatically, thus not giving ample time for the air to circulate properly and would affect the whole system. Even 24 was not advisable as it is too short a time for it to blow properly and will lead to constant breaks down. 23 was the compromise made with the maintenance people in view of majority not able to stand the (so called) cold air.
So, it's not down to me, o.k - when the unit breaks down then there will be more complaints of too hot and not sure when it would be back to normal......
I'm just the messenger.
Just "The messenger"?? She is the one that started all this! All we ask for is a normal temperature (say 21-23).. is that SO much to ask...?
Bring on the Central Heating in the UK and the nightsweats you get on those hot summer nights... with no ventilation except our windows and am electric bedside fan ;)
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Lust or Love?
Will you still want me for the tears after the smiles?
Will you still want me for the cuddles after the fun?
Will you still want me in the sunshine after the moon?
Will you still need me after advice has been given?
Will you still need me once the lust is over?
Will you still need me when the void has been filled?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me the day after that?
Will you still love me the day after, the day after, the day after?
I hope so.
Will you still want me for the cuddles after the fun?
Will you still want me in the sunshine after the moon?
Will you still need me after advice has been given?
Will you still need me once the lust is over?
Will you still need me when the void has been filled?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me the day after that?
Will you still love me the day after, the day after, the day after?
I hope so.
Vietnameasily Handled
I had my first taste of Vietnam this morning. Well, the Embassy that is. I walked down to Jalan Stonor (and sweated just a bit) to submit my Visa ap.
When I arrived there were a lot of people who just seemed to be "hanging about" outside and so i just "hung" with them. Then a Vietnamese guy grunted at me and made a head nod towards a closed door which said "Visas" on it.
I smiled and walked towards it and slowly opened the door and peeked my head through the gap, it was like going into somebody's house, not an Embassy! No guards, nothing!
The room was packed with travellers of every nationality, most in baggy "fisherman pants" and me looking very out of place with my business attire. It was all so laid back and carefree, I struggled to communicate that I wanted to complete the form at the small little wooden rickety "desk".
I paid the cash (which cost more than my return flight!) and they returned my passport, apparently they don't need it(??) which was annoying as I paid a bit extra to have it processed "express" (2 days) instead of regular (5 working days) just in case i couldn't get my passport back in time for China - how annoying! But looking at the woman on the desk, I knew trying to go back in time and reverse my decision would be pretty much impossible.
And that was that, done and dusted in a few minutes.
I really marvel at Embassies and no matter how efficient (china) or inefficient (Vietnam) they are, the process of tourist visa applications seems so straight forward!
Bring on Vietnam! :)
When I arrived there were a lot of people who just seemed to be "hanging about" outside and so i just "hung" with them. Then a Vietnamese guy grunted at me and made a head nod towards a closed door which said "Visas" on it.
I smiled and walked towards it and slowly opened the door and peeked my head through the gap, it was like going into somebody's house, not an Embassy! No guards, nothing!
The room was packed with travellers of every nationality, most in baggy "fisherman pants" and me looking very out of place with my business attire. It was all so laid back and carefree, I struggled to communicate that I wanted to complete the form at the small little wooden rickety "desk".
I paid the cash (which cost more than my return flight!) and they returned my passport, apparently they don't need it(??) which was annoying as I paid a bit extra to have it processed "express" (2 days) instead of regular (5 working days) just in case i couldn't get my passport back in time for China - how annoying! But looking at the woman on the desk, I knew trying to go back in time and reverse my decision would be pretty much impossible.
And that was that, done and dusted in a few minutes.
I really marvel at Embassies and no matter how efficient (china) or inefficient (Vietnam) they are, the process of tourist visa applications seems so straight forward!
Bring on Vietnam! :)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Officially a CameraWhore
Waaah just a quick blog as I'm tired and still have chores to do. I have just spent 3 hours at my computer uploading photos on to FB from our Langkawi holiday, as well as a couple of videos which brought tears to my eyes with laughter :)
The photos are making me smile, not just because they are of my friends and the fun memories but they were taken on my new Nikon D90 camera. I am still learning but for a first attempt, I have to say, I'm pretty pleased with them! Well, I should be, the camera cost me an arm and a leg even with Photoboy's discount!
You can check it out here: http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond90/
The photos are making me smile, not just because they are of my friends and the fun memories but they were taken on my new Nikon D90 camera. I am still learning but for a first attempt, I have to say, I'm pretty pleased with them! Well, I should be, the camera cost me an arm and a leg even with Photoboy's discount!
You can check it out here: http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond90/
Atishoooooooooo!
If one more person sneezes or coughs without covering their mouth I may very well just go up to them and lick their face.
Why don't Asians (and I'm sorry, it is Asians) cover their mouths when sneezing and coughing? I mean, I have to say, I don't even think about it, it's like an auto reflex - you go to cough or sneeze and your hands automatically come up to cover your mouth. I guess its just how i was brought up. No elbows on the dinner table, cover your mouth when you sneeze, say please and thank you etc etc.
I was on a boat on the way to a snorkling trip in Langkawi when the chap next to me suddenly did an almighty sneeze and to my shock, I felt the spray of his spit/ snot/ whatever crap was in his mouth land all down my bare arm and leg. I froze, and turned to my friend in dismay and said "eeeuuuwwwhhh that man just sneezed on me" she half laughed/ half looked disgusted and offered me a tissue. I was mortified. But as usual, my reaction to actually respond to him directly was too slow and so I said to my friend, if he's sneezes on me again I'm going to yell at him! but he didn't. And for the sake of proving a point, I kind of wish he had of done.
I never cover my mouth when i yawn.
Why don't Asians (and I'm sorry, it is Asians) cover their mouths when sneezing and coughing? I mean, I have to say, I don't even think about it, it's like an auto reflex - you go to cough or sneeze and your hands automatically come up to cover your mouth. I guess its just how i was brought up. No elbows on the dinner table, cover your mouth when you sneeze, say please and thank you etc etc.
I was on a boat on the way to a snorkling trip in Langkawi when the chap next to me suddenly did an almighty sneeze and to my shock, I felt the spray of his spit/ snot/ whatever crap was in his mouth land all down my bare arm and leg. I froze, and turned to my friend in dismay and said "eeeuuuwwwhhh that man just sneezed on me" she half laughed/ half looked disgusted and offered me a tissue. I was mortified. But as usual, my reaction to actually respond to him directly was too slow and so I said to my friend, if he's sneezes on me again I'm going to yell at him! but he didn't. And for the sake of proving a point, I kind of wish he had of done.
I never cover my mouth when i yawn.
Stop walking, start running
I'm signed up to do the Pacsetters New Balance 15K run on Sunday. I'm wondering how on earth I am going to complete this? I haven't run more than 10K in the last 5 months and the most recent runs have consisted of 3-5 K short bursts at a slow speed (about 9.5K per hour).
I'm not doing the full marathon in June because I simply didn't have the time or dedication or focus to train, but I want to get back into the swing of my training. At least once I'm back in the UK and unemployed(!) I know i will be able to get up nice and early in the mornings and have a good run most days.
Well, have decided to go ahead with it anyway, and just take it slow and not worry about my timing for the following reasons:
- Guaranteed weight loss and tone
- Will not be working out for 3 weeks around Vietnam/ HK move to UK time so good opportunity for last blast before everything turns to mush
- I like running and a challenge
- My Shrub has signed us both up for a half marathon in London in September so a bit of training would be more than beneficial!
- It's at 7am so will be finished before the world is even awake
- Because it's fun! And I live for pain!!!
- I'm crazy
Can't wait for the massive greasy fry up or dim sum afterwards ;)
I'm not doing the full marathon in June because I simply didn't have the time or dedication or focus to train, but I want to get back into the swing of my training. At least once I'm back in the UK and unemployed(!) I know i will be able to get up nice and early in the mornings and have a good run most days.
Well, have decided to go ahead with it anyway, and just take it slow and not worry about my timing for the following reasons:
- Guaranteed weight loss and tone
- Will not be working out for 3 weeks around Vietnam/ HK move to UK time so good opportunity for last blast before everything turns to mush
- I like running and a challenge
- My Shrub has signed us both up for a half marathon in London in September so a bit of training would be more than beneficial!
- It's at 7am so will be finished before the world is even awake
- Because it's fun! And I live for pain!!!
- I'm crazy
Can't wait for the massive greasy fry up or dim sum afterwards ;)
Curious
i found sand in my belly button this morning, which is strange, because i've never found sand in it before and i have taken two showers since being at the beach. Hhmm.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Langkawi Low
Just got home after a long weekend in Langkawi with friends. The majority of it was great, spending time with my friends was my main priority, second to that was relaxing in the sun and third to that was exploring, so yeh we did all that and more, so all in all a good weekend.
Couldn't help but feel like shit today though and it really put a dampner on the whole weekend for me. I don't know what brought it all on, I have a feeling it had something to do with the book I was reading. Yet again, I just finished ANOTHER Jodi Picoult book - I think this is probably my 7th or 8th of hers. It was a goodie too, although, I seldom read a book of hers and don't love it - she is my favourite author.
I like the way she writes as all books are written in different naratives by different characters and always surrounds a situation that requires a court verdict. By writing the book in different character's persepctives you gain an all round inside to how each character feels and overall a very good story. She also always ends with a bitter-twisted ending (Which I'm afraid Jodi, I sussed out this time, way before the end).
She always has one plot and then usually one or two sub plots (which can often be more interesting than the main plot) but they all interlink.
The main plot was of a young girl who suffered from OI (osteogenesis imperfecta) and her Mother who was sueing her best friend who was the obstetrician for malpractice, after missing the 'signs' on the U/S and not having the choice to abort her Daughter (its more complicated than that, but thats the gist of it) the Sister of the little girl, who, in the midst of feeling so negelcted suffered from bulimia and self harmed and the Lawyer who, as it transpired, was adopted and on a quest to find her "real" Mother.
Whilst reading the book i felt overwhelmed with how Ms Picoult was able to portray how the young girl who self harmed (Amelia) felt, why she did what she did and how it helped her cope with her everyday living. Having self harmed from the age of 13 - 21 it was all a little "too much" to read at times, yet I felt engrosed to read more.
During my readings, I obviously had times where I was interacting with my friends/ doing stuff. I can't remember how we got onto the conversation but we started discussing whether or not it was right to 'cain' (or physically tell a child off) when they had done wrong. My friends were firmly in the mind that it WAS ok, but then, they have been bought up in a culture where kids do get disciplined in that way both in the home and at school. I am very anti it. Having taught children in an evironment where they WERE cained, I have been able to keep control (albeit struggled) through the power of speech. And telling off a child by making them feel EMOTIONALLY what is right and what is wrong - i.e tapping into their conscionce and teaching them what is MORALLY right and wrong by their HEART and not by physical pain.
We bounced a few comments about and I mentioned that as a child my Father had hit me and I had very little respect for him. Whereas my Mother had not, yet I have more respect for her and never disobeyed her whilst growing up. Bombies then said (something along the lines of) but its not the hand that hits - you are using a something to hit them with, and then "the hand has love" (or something close to that). The comment really really struck a nerve (pardon the pun) and I was just about ready to burst.
Whether it was the fact that my Father had slammed my Sister across the head with a rolled up newspaper (a hitting device, similar to a cain you might say) or whether he had punched his fist through our glass front door and splattered my face with blood (the hand of love) didn't matter. The hand did the action. Whether there was something in it or not.
And then of course, that led me to start thinking about my book and all the reasons why, throughout my adolescence i suffered from depression and anxiety - because of the violence i had experienced as a child, and more. So maybe yes, this is an extreme case but maybe you can understand why I think that physical punishment is NOT the answer.
Of course, I know my argument is very "right winged" but that is just my point of view. Extreme.
I'm sorry if I was irritable towards you this afternoon, it wasn't you personally but it was the discussion and our conflicting views. I tried to shake it but I couldn't. You see, you may know a lot about me, but of course, everyone has unearthed secrets, memories that scar you - both physically and mentally and at times, it's all you can do but scream out loud for all your inner pain that will always be at the back of your mind, lingering.
So back to Jodi's latest book - "Handle with Care" not only did she raise issues on self harm but also two other subjects - abortion and adoption. I have not experienced either of them myself. But this book was a real eye opener and has had a strong impact and lasting impression on my overall views of both.
I guess what was meant to be the trip to end all trips with my friends turned out to be one of self reflection and many, general wonderingments.
Needless to say, all this mental shit that was spinning around my head today, didn't change the fact that I had a great time, only that my mind isn't as well rested as I would have liked it to be. It also made me a little apprehensive about returning to the UK... because when I left the UK I left everything I have written about behind me. Will it all come back to haunt me? I know I am not the person I once was and I am very, very proud of that. I am beautiful now, inside and out.
But then, as JP wrote in this heart wrenching novel:
I wonder where my starting point was...?
~ In hindsight this morning I realise this piece of writing is incredily honest, personal and direct. There are many ways to disguise what you blog about so that the reader doesn't read right into your soul. But sometimes, there is no other way than to just say it as it is. I'm not scared to talk about my past, I'm not ashamed, I am proud of overcoming it.
Couldn't help but feel like shit today though and it really put a dampner on the whole weekend for me. I don't know what brought it all on, I have a feeling it had something to do with the book I was reading. Yet again, I just finished ANOTHER Jodi Picoult book - I think this is probably my 7th or 8th of hers. It was a goodie too, although, I seldom read a book of hers and don't love it - she is my favourite author.
I like the way she writes as all books are written in different naratives by different characters and always surrounds a situation that requires a court verdict. By writing the book in different character's persepctives you gain an all round inside to how each character feels and overall a very good story. She also always ends with a bitter-twisted ending (Which I'm afraid Jodi, I sussed out this time, way before the end).
She always has one plot and then usually one or two sub plots (which can often be more interesting than the main plot) but they all interlink.
The main plot was of a young girl who suffered from OI (osteogenesis imperfecta) and her Mother who was sueing her best friend who was the obstetrician for malpractice, after missing the 'signs' on the U/S and not having the choice to abort her Daughter (its more complicated than that, but thats the gist of it) the Sister of the little girl, who, in the midst of feeling so negelcted suffered from bulimia and self harmed and the Lawyer who, as it transpired, was adopted and on a quest to find her "real" Mother.
Whilst reading the book i felt overwhelmed with how Ms Picoult was able to portray how the young girl who self harmed (Amelia) felt, why she did what she did and how it helped her cope with her everyday living. Having self harmed from the age of 13 - 21 it was all a little "too much" to read at times, yet I felt engrosed to read more.
During my readings, I obviously had times where I was interacting with my friends/ doing stuff. I can't remember how we got onto the conversation but we started discussing whether or not it was right to 'cain' (or physically tell a child off) when they had done wrong. My friends were firmly in the mind that it WAS ok, but then, they have been bought up in a culture where kids do get disciplined in that way both in the home and at school. I am very anti it. Having taught children in an evironment where they WERE cained, I have been able to keep control (albeit struggled) through the power of speech. And telling off a child by making them feel EMOTIONALLY what is right and what is wrong - i.e tapping into their conscionce and teaching them what is MORALLY right and wrong by their HEART and not by physical pain.
We bounced a few comments about and I mentioned that as a child my Father had hit me and I had very little respect for him. Whereas my Mother had not, yet I have more respect for her and never disobeyed her whilst growing up. Bombies then said (something along the lines of) but its not the hand that hits - you are using a something to hit them with, and then "the hand has love" (or something close to that). The comment really really struck a nerve (pardon the pun) and I was just about ready to burst.
Whether it was the fact that my Father had slammed my Sister across the head with a rolled up newspaper (a hitting device, similar to a cain you might say) or whether he had punched his fist through our glass front door and splattered my face with blood (the hand of love) didn't matter. The hand did the action. Whether there was something in it or not.
And then of course, that led me to start thinking about my book and all the reasons why, throughout my adolescence i suffered from depression and anxiety - because of the violence i had experienced as a child, and more. So maybe yes, this is an extreme case but maybe you can understand why I think that physical punishment is NOT the answer.
Of course, I know my argument is very "right winged" but that is just my point of view. Extreme.
I'm sorry if I was irritable towards you this afternoon, it wasn't you personally but it was the discussion and our conflicting views. I tried to shake it but I couldn't. You see, you may know a lot about me, but of course, everyone has unearthed secrets, memories that scar you - both physically and mentally and at times, it's all you can do but scream out loud for all your inner pain that will always be at the back of your mind, lingering.
So back to Jodi's latest book - "Handle with Care" not only did she raise issues on self harm but also two other subjects - abortion and adoption. I have not experienced either of them myself. But this book was a real eye opener and has had a strong impact and lasting impression on my overall views of both.
I guess what was meant to be the trip to end all trips with my friends turned out to be one of self reflection and many, general wonderingments.
Needless to say, all this mental shit that was spinning around my head today, didn't change the fact that I had a great time, only that my mind isn't as well rested as I would have liked it to be. It also made me a little apprehensive about returning to the UK... because when I left the UK I left everything I have written about behind me. Will it all come back to haunt me? I know I am not the person I once was and I am very, very proud of that. I am beautiful now, inside and out.
But then, as JP wrote in this heart wrenching novel:
Maybe you have to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.
I wonder where my starting point was...?
~ In hindsight this morning I realise this piece of writing is incredily honest, personal and direct. There are many ways to disguise what you blog about so that the reader doesn't read right into your soul. But sometimes, there is no other way than to just say it as it is. I'm not scared to talk about my past, I'm not ashamed, I am proud of overcoming it.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Abra-Cadabra!
Call me crazy, call me David Copperfield if you like, but i think, THINK, I just might have magical powers.
Despite the fact that i don't remember my 2 alarm clocks going off this morning (or turning them off) I woke up with a jolt at 7.15 and legged it out of bed, knowing I probably had just enough time to make myself look like a human (unlike yesterday). Arrived in the office 09.15.
As i leaped out of bed i went over to the mirror to do a morning teeth examination and to take out the elastics, shower, brush and put the new set in. To my dismay, they weren't there. All 4 elastics were gone.
I fumbled around my mouth in case they had randomly snapped and were just 'somewhere' in there but no, they weren't. I must have taken them out in my sleep. I quickly searched on my bed, my bed side table, in the bathroom but i couldn't find them.
Now i really don't think that i would have been able to get them out in the middle of the night without looking in a mirror, plus, where the heck did they go? So I can only put it down to some magical skill i have.
I'm perplexed.
Despite the fact that i don't remember my 2 alarm clocks going off this morning (or turning them off) I woke up with a jolt at 7.15 and legged it out of bed, knowing I probably had just enough time to make myself look like a human (unlike yesterday). Arrived in the office 09.15.
As i leaped out of bed i went over to the mirror to do a morning teeth examination and to take out the elastics, shower, brush and put the new set in. To my dismay, they weren't there. All 4 elastics were gone.
I fumbled around my mouth in case they had randomly snapped and were just 'somewhere' in there but no, they weren't. I must have taken them out in my sleep. I quickly searched on my bed, my bed side table, in the bathroom but i couldn't find them.
Now i really don't think that i would have been able to get them out in the middle of the night without looking in a mirror, plus, where the heck did they go? So I can only put it down to some magical skill i have.
I'm perplexed.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Stay Off The Roads
I'm worried.
I'm worried that I have nearly killed 3 motorcyclists in no less than 2 years.
Accident 1
Location: Melaka, Malaysia
Severity: 7/10
Car: Albert (Proton Saga)
Car Damage: Smashed up the front of my car
Cost: $500
What happened: Was driving along at about 40K and out of no where a young motorcyclist came down the pavement and cut across my car, slamming against the bonnet and went flying across to the other side of the road. His bike was fucked, his gang arrived, he yelled, chi bai and we spent 2 hours at the police station.
Accident 2
Location: Taman Desa, Malaysia
Severity: 3/10
Car: Emily (Perudua Myvi)
Car Damage: Minor scrapes/ dents to front-right of car
Cost: Cash in hand $200 ++ car expense to be confirmed
What happened: Was having a jokey argument with my friend, complaining that he was late. Whilst throwing abuse i was checking the road back and forth and it was really busy. I thought I saw a gap and went, unfortunately it was night time and i was at the top of a small hill, the bike came up and slammed into me as I pulled out. At least this guy was in shock in the reverse manner - went very quiet, hobbled about. My friend managed to communicate with him (just) we gave him $200 for damages as I knew it was my fault, was on the way to a party and couldn't be arsed to file a police report.
Accident 3
Location: Jalan Ampang, KL
Severity: 0/10
Car: Emily (Perudua Myvi)
Car Damage: None (well no more than what i already had)
Cost: None, only my sanity and confidence as being a road worthy driver
What happened: was pulling out of a side hotel exit onto the other side of the road. Again was checking back and forth but as I pulled out I looked at the side furthest away, I glanced to my right and saw a motorcyclist suddenly break about 5 feet away from me. He looked shocked and I mouthed "sorry" and made a cute smile, he waved me on. I realised I should not be allowed on the roads any more (this near accident was 3 days after the last)
In a nutshell, perhaps its a good thing I'm leaving Malaysia in 6 weeks... It ain't safe out there whilst I'm on the roads. Beware.
I'm worried that I have nearly killed 3 motorcyclists in no less than 2 years.
Accident 1
Location: Melaka, Malaysia
Severity: 7/10
Car: Albert (Proton Saga)
Car Damage: Smashed up the front of my car
Cost: $500
What happened: Was driving along at about 40K and out of no where a young motorcyclist came down the pavement and cut across my car, slamming against the bonnet and went flying across to the other side of the road. His bike was fucked, his gang arrived, he yelled, chi bai and we spent 2 hours at the police station.
Accident 2
Location: Taman Desa, Malaysia
Severity: 3/10
Car: Emily (Perudua Myvi)
Car Damage: Minor scrapes/ dents to front-right of car
Cost: Cash in hand $200 ++ car expense to be confirmed
What happened: Was having a jokey argument with my friend, complaining that he was late. Whilst throwing abuse i was checking the road back and forth and it was really busy. I thought I saw a gap and went, unfortunately it was night time and i was at the top of a small hill, the bike came up and slammed into me as I pulled out. At least this guy was in shock in the reverse manner - went very quiet, hobbled about. My friend managed to communicate with him (just) we gave him $200 for damages as I knew it was my fault, was on the way to a party and couldn't be arsed to file a police report.
Accident 3
Location: Jalan Ampang, KL
Severity: 0/10
Car: Emily (Perudua Myvi)
Car Damage: None (well no more than what i already had)
Cost: None, only my sanity and confidence as being a road worthy driver
What happened: was pulling out of a side hotel exit onto the other side of the road. Again was checking back and forth but as I pulled out I looked at the side furthest away, I glanced to my right and saw a motorcyclist suddenly break about 5 feet away from me. He looked shocked and I mouthed "sorry" and made a cute smile, he waved me on. I realised I should not be allowed on the roads any more (this near accident was 3 days after the last)
In a nutshell, perhaps its a good thing I'm leaving Malaysia in 6 weeks... It ain't safe out there whilst I'm on the roads. Beware.
RE: It hurts dammit
I went to the dentist to check on the whole gap thing, so yeh, apparently that wasn't supposed to happen so they wrapped a clear elastic around the front 4 teeth to hold them tight together. I took a photo but it's so clear you can't see it. Best not eat any curry... don't want dodgy discoloration.. at this rate I'm gonna be anorexic. Did manage to eat 2 slices of bread and butter though...
It hurts dammit
Owch. My mouth hurts :( Foolishly tried to eat a meal with Bombie last night after the gym and think I did more damage than good. Before i went to sleep, i popped 2 pain killers (800mg) and then woke up in the night and popped another two. I only realised that i popped the other 2 when I awoke suddenly at 08.00 thinking shit I overslept! They must have made me drowsy, I don't even remember fumbling with my alarm clock which was set for 6 am. I didn't even have time to make a fruit smoothie, I arrived in the office with wet hair and creases on my face at 9.10.
Somehow I managed to keep the bands in all night but I'm not wearing them today. This dental treatment is so wreckless and fast that over night I have a clearly defined gap in between my front teeth - WTF?
I guess he knows what he is doing so I won't go to the dentist to check. Every time they tighten the braces, add a bracket or an elastic I kind of freak out as the first few days my teeth start to move in an obvious way and I don't like how they look. I know in 2 weeks time I'll be use to it again.
I do wonder if it is normal to experience such pain to the extent that I have done over the last 10 months. I suppose if I had of done the procedure in normal time and not tried to rush through it, they would have taken it slower and the whole procedure would be less painful.
But I can take the pain, I know I moan and complain constantly but to me, painful but quick is better than keeping them on for 2 years... especially at my age (nearly 26).
It's exactly 6 weeks to go. I hope the end result is worth it.
I'm fucking hungry.
~ Before
~ 10 months later
Somehow I managed to keep the bands in all night but I'm not wearing them today. This dental treatment is so wreckless and fast that over night I have a clearly defined gap in between my front teeth - WTF?
I guess he knows what he is doing so I won't go to the dentist to check. Every time they tighten the braces, add a bracket or an elastic I kind of freak out as the first few days my teeth start to move in an obvious way and I don't like how they look. I know in 2 weeks time I'll be use to it again.
I do wonder if it is normal to experience such pain to the extent that I have done over the last 10 months. I suppose if I had of done the procedure in normal time and not tried to rush through it, they would have taken it slower and the whole procedure would be less painful.
But I can take the pain, I know I moan and complain constantly but to me, painful but quick is better than keeping them on for 2 years... especially at my age (nearly 26).
It's exactly 6 weeks to go. I hope the end result is worth it.
I'm fucking hungry.
~ Before
~ 10 months later
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Feedback
Waaaaaaaaaah I was right! Those ARE the lyrics! WTF Janet??
Cause my swag is serious
Something heavy like a first day period
Cause my swag is serious
Something heavy like a first day period
Likey Likey
i like how i was a bit scared of you when we first met
i like how i thought you hated me
i like that we both liked the flo rida song
i like that we both love dancing as much as one another
i like that we both acknowledge that the podium is the only place we belong
i like that you made me eat mushrooms and prawns
i like that i like them now
i like that you pretend i'm from Kuching
i like pretending i'm from Kuching
i like that we both think we are fat
i like that we yell "fat fuck" at one another in RPM class
i like that I can call you up and just cry
i like that you just call me and bawl
i like that you can read my mind
i like that i can look at you and know exactly what you're thinking
i like guilt texts
i like that you treat Emily like she has feelings too
i like that you bought me a rose just because i had a shit day
i like taking you out and sharing new things with you
i like that we openly consider getting married
i like that you never say i told you so
i like that i can see it in your face anyway
i like that you bug me on msn when i'm trying to work
i like that you appreciate my msn messages (for example, telling you that i fell asleep at my desk)
i like that you try to teach me mandarin
i like that you keep trying and trying and i always forget
i like how you understand how complex my life is
i like that you appreciate the importance of make up and good hair cuts
i like that you reassure me that my braces look wonderful, even when i have spinach stuck in them
i like that you are so good at giving advice and so crap at taking it
i like that you care so much
i like that you say it as it is
i like that you leave me abusive voicemail messages
i like singing to you down the phone when you're on the train because i know it annoys you
i like your tiny hands
i like that we once had matching tattoos
i like that you are secretly british
i like how a lot of your sentences start with "the thing is, babe..."
i like how you educate me on everyday living
i like how you listen to me obsess over stupid things and never laugh (only when appropriate)
i like that you camwhore equally as much as i do
i like that you're such a big softy underneath it all
i like that you cried in my car this evening
i like that you cooked me laksa and it was amazing
i like how much your brother looks like Adam from American Idol
i like that you are driven and will succeed at anything you put your mind to
i like that we agreed on the janet jackson lyrics together (I'll check)
i like that you are the definition of "friend"
i like that we will always be friends
i like how i thought you hated me
i like that we both liked the flo rida song
i like that we both love dancing as much as one another
i like that we both acknowledge that the podium is the only place we belong
i like that you made me eat mushrooms and prawns
i like that i like them now
i like that you pretend i'm from Kuching
i like pretending i'm from Kuching
i like that we both think we are fat
i like that we yell "fat fuck" at one another in RPM class
i like that I can call you up and just cry
i like that you just call me and bawl
i like that you can read my mind
i like that i can look at you and know exactly what you're thinking
i like guilt texts
i like that you treat Emily like she has feelings too
i like that you bought me a rose just because i had a shit day
i like taking you out and sharing new things with you
i like that we openly consider getting married
i like that you never say i told you so
i like that i can see it in your face anyway
i like that you bug me on msn when i'm trying to work
i like that you appreciate my msn messages (for example, telling you that i fell asleep at my desk)
i like that you try to teach me mandarin
i like that you keep trying and trying and i always forget
i like how you understand how complex my life is
i like that you appreciate the importance of make up and good hair cuts
i like that you reassure me that my braces look wonderful, even when i have spinach stuck in them
i like that you are so good at giving advice and so crap at taking it
i like that you care so much
i like that you say it as it is
i like that you leave me abusive voicemail messages
i like singing to you down the phone when you're on the train because i know it annoys you
i like your tiny hands
i like that we once had matching tattoos
i like that you are secretly british
i like how a lot of your sentences start with "the thing is, babe..."
i like how you educate me on everyday living
i like how you listen to me obsess over stupid things and never laugh (only when appropriate)
i like that you camwhore equally as much as i do
i like that you're such a big softy underneath it all
i like that you cried in my car this evening
i like that you cooked me laksa and it was amazing
i like how much your brother looks like Adam from American Idol
i like that you are driven and will succeed at anything you put your mind to
i like that we agreed on the janet jackson lyrics together (I'll check)
i like that you are the definition of "friend"
i like that we will always be friends
Can't... open... mouth...
I am giving up with vanity, which is ironic, seeing as I originally got braces because i was vain.
Only two more appointments to go and the braces are off, so I'm trying my dam hardest to keep going.
We're talking approx 6 weeks to go, I can't believe it. Only MYR1300 left and then it'll all be over.
Today the dentist changed my wires and tightened them on the top and bottom teeth. He then put my elastics back on, doubled that with an additional 2 elastics towards the back (think of a combination of the last two sets of elastics and the current set - and that's what I now have).
As usual my jaw is insanely painful but I am going to perservere for as long as I can do, today. When I open my mouth it's like a maze of elastics going in different angles, I have never known anyone to have SUCH a combination, in such weird positions. But what can I say, however weird it is, it has worked and my teeth are nearly "perfect" now.
Needless to say it's too painful to eat, I had a smoothie for lunch, it was so sickly sweet I feel sick. Soup for dinner then tomorrow I'll weigh 58K. wahahaha.
Only two more appointments to go and the braces are off, so I'm trying my dam hardest to keep going.
We're talking approx 6 weeks to go, I can't believe it. Only MYR1300 left and then it'll all be over.
Today the dentist changed my wires and tightened them on the top and bottom teeth. He then put my elastics back on, doubled that with an additional 2 elastics towards the back (think of a combination of the last two sets of elastics and the current set - and that's what I now have).
As usual my jaw is insanely painful but I am going to perservere for as long as I can do, today. When I open my mouth it's like a maze of elastics going in different angles, I have never known anyone to have SUCH a combination, in such weird positions. But what can I say, however weird it is, it has worked and my teeth are nearly "perfect" now.
Needless to say it's too painful to eat, I had a smoothie for lunch, it was so sickly sweet I feel sick. Soup for dinner then tomorrow I'll weigh 58K. wahahaha.
On A Downward Trend...
For the record, this morning I weighed myself at 59K. I've lost 3 kilos in 8 days. I have no idea how I have managed this. The power of thought????
Monday, May 4, 2009
Care - Share The Love
I'm doing my filing which consist of bills and bank statements for 2 years being separated into 2 piles - ones that need to be kept and ones that need to be shredded. My apartment is like a paper war zone. You could create a forest of trees for all the recycling that is imminent.
Amongst my bank statements and pay slips I found a condom (unused and still in its wrapper). I didn't even know I owned condoms. In fact, hold that thought, I DO own condoms, I have a pack of Durex in my bathroom but this is a lonesome, single condom, the brand is "Care"... (product of Malaysia). LOL.
Where did this condom come from? And why is it amongst my paperwork? Is it a sign from "The Above" that I need to go and do something more interesting like, i dunno, get laid? Rather than sit on the floor of my apartment sorting through carbon copy after carbon copy.
I've checked on line, aparently Care do many varieties -
- smooth pleasure (skin tight?)
- Fragrant texture (wtf?)
- belgian kisses (so that's Chocolate flavored...?)
- comfort fit (like a pair of your favourite old jeans?)
- ultimate ribbed (nice)
Mine is "Safe & Smooth"; Thick top condom with extra lubrication....
Hhhmm.... (looks confused)
Anyone up for it?
Amongst my bank statements and pay slips I found a condom (unused and still in its wrapper). I didn't even know I owned condoms. In fact, hold that thought, I DO own condoms, I have a pack of Durex in my bathroom but this is a lonesome, single condom, the brand is "Care"... (product of Malaysia). LOL.
Where did this condom come from? And why is it amongst my paperwork? Is it a sign from "The Above" that I need to go and do something more interesting like, i dunno, get laid? Rather than sit on the floor of my apartment sorting through carbon copy after carbon copy.
I've checked on line, aparently Care do many varieties -
- smooth pleasure (skin tight?)
- Fragrant texture (wtf?)
- belgian kisses (so that's Chocolate flavored...?)
- comfort fit (like a pair of your favourite old jeans?)
- ultimate ribbed (nice)
Mine is "Safe & Smooth"; Thick top condom with extra lubrication....
Hhhmm.... (looks confused)
Anyone up for it?
I'm Going to Grow Old Gracefully
I met a friend for brunch today after my workout (on A.L) and he also brought a friend along. To cut a long story short this guy was gorgeous but he had the most arrogant and self righteous personality that I couldn't have left any faster. He was SO self assured and as I studied his face, his eyes leered all over my body (seriously was gross), I thought, you get botox. There is no way a guy of 36 could have such a smooth complexion.
Then, to my dismay, he openly started discussing his morning and how he'd BEEN for BOTOX! Ergh - there is NOTHING more unattractive than a guy that will go to such lengths to remain "Dorian Gray" forever. I studied his face more intensely from beneth my sunglasses (dam, should have bought those reflective ones at the weekend) and I realised there were no lines at all, over his cheeks, his eyes, forehead and even when he spoke, he barely opened his mouth! The nerves must have been temporarily paralysed. hehe.
Eventually I managed to get away. He kept asking me to join them for dinner this evening after he had "heard so much about me" and was "so pleased" to finally meet this person who is "so raved" about (puke). The honest truth was I'm not meeting anyone tonight, just gonna be poncing about in my panties and heels and cleaning my apartment but I lied and said I already had plans. He pushed and pushed saying "swap it for another night, what could be that important" his arrogancy pushed me to the edge and really wound me up, I didn't want to spend time with this person and I got a vibe from him that I totally didn't trust. He was just so invasive, from his eyes to his questions - it was just icky. I have never had such a strong sense of uneasiness in front of a person before. As I stood there, keeping my cool and very aware of my body language (several times, moving my arm consciously off my body) thinking, I ought to justify myself, I thought no fuck it, this guy is a fuck witt and I don't need to explain myself to him.
In the end I ignored his comment and said well, it was nice to meet you, shook his hand and thanked him for lunch. After all, he did have (and i quote) "a bundle of cash" on him.
What a self rightous tosser.
Oh so back to my initial statement. Guys may look hot - they may work out, they may dress well, they may get botox. But more often than not, these guys are arrogant fucks. Give me a fat hairy man, over a piece of plastic with money any day. (But please work out a little and have a nice smile).
Then, to my dismay, he openly started discussing his morning and how he'd BEEN for BOTOX! Ergh - there is NOTHING more unattractive than a guy that will go to such lengths to remain "Dorian Gray" forever. I studied his face more intensely from beneth my sunglasses (dam, should have bought those reflective ones at the weekend) and I realised there were no lines at all, over his cheeks, his eyes, forehead and even when he spoke, he barely opened his mouth! The nerves must have been temporarily paralysed. hehe.
Eventually I managed to get away. He kept asking me to join them for dinner this evening after he had "heard so much about me" and was "so pleased" to finally meet this person who is "so raved" about (puke). The honest truth was I'm not meeting anyone tonight, just gonna be poncing about in my panties and heels and cleaning my apartment but I lied and said I already had plans. He pushed and pushed saying "swap it for another night, what could be that important" his arrogancy pushed me to the edge and really wound me up, I didn't want to spend time with this person and I got a vibe from him that I totally didn't trust. He was just so invasive, from his eyes to his questions - it was just icky. I have never had such a strong sense of uneasiness in front of a person before. As I stood there, keeping my cool and very aware of my body language (several times, moving my arm consciously off my body) thinking, I ought to justify myself, I thought no fuck it, this guy is a fuck witt and I don't need to explain myself to him.
In the end I ignored his comment and said well, it was nice to meet you, shook his hand and thanked him for lunch. After all, he did have (and i quote) "a bundle of cash" on him.
What a self rightous tosser.
Oh so back to my initial statement. Guys may look hot - they may work out, they may dress well, they may get botox. But more often than not, these guys are arrogant fucks. Give me a fat hairy man, over a piece of plastic with money any day. (But please work out a little and have a nice smile).
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Yes Miss
KiwiBoy is asleep on my sofa snoring softly and I don't wanna wake him, the guy needs serious quality sleep... let him doze even though it's 1pm. Using the opportunity and forced quiet time to read about Graduate Teacher Programs (GTP) on line.
Although I'm not 100% sure this is the right (do we ever really know what is right though?) career move, it seems to be the most sensible choice... reasoning listed below...
- I like kids
- I like teaching and have experience in it
- I can get paid at the same time as studying
- Pay is OK (about 15K whilst still in training)
- The qualification can be used world-wide (thinking ahead, in case I decide I wanna move back out to Asia)
- 2.1 Million people have been made unemployed in the UK which doesn't bode well career wise (but teaching posts are ALWAYS ready and waiting).
- Encourages me to take my trip to Africa in the interim period over the summer as the course/ work will not commence until September
- Good working hours and LONG holidays (can come back to Malaysia and be a bum for 6 weeks a yr) :P
After mulling over it for several weeks it really does seem like the most logical choice, I think I'll enjoy it and the skills that I gain from it can be used anywhere in the world which is the real main advantage. And hey, if it's not for me it's only another year gone by, with another experience tried out for size. It won't be a year wasted.
Anyway I have applied on line to have the first lot of info to be sent to me... although I'm unsure if it's too late for me to get my position up and running for the 2009-10 year, fingers crossed I can. Then again, as I always believe. if it's meant to be, it will happen.
Although I'm not 100% sure this is the right (do we ever really know what is right though?) career move, it seems to be the most sensible choice... reasoning listed below...
- I like kids
- I like teaching and have experience in it
- I can get paid at the same time as studying
- Pay is OK (about 15K whilst still in training)
- The qualification can be used world-wide (thinking ahead, in case I decide I wanna move back out to Asia)
- 2.1 Million people have been made unemployed in the UK which doesn't bode well career wise (but teaching posts are ALWAYS ready and waiting).
- Encourages me to take my trip to Africa in the interim period over the summer as the course/ work will not commence until September
- Good working hours and LONG holidays (can come back to Malaysia and be a bum for 6 weeks a yr) :P
After mulling over it for several weeks it really does seem like the most logical choice, I think I'll enjoy it and the skills that I gain from it can be used anywhere in the world which is the real main advantage. And hey, if it's not for me it's only another year gone by, with another experience tried out for size. It won't be a year wasted.
Anyway I have applied on line to have the first lot of info to be sent to me... although I'm unsure if it's too late for me to get my position up and running for the 2009-10 year, fingers crossed I can. Then again, as I always believe. if it's meant to be, it will happen.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
True Colours
I went for a Brazilian wax today, the girl who I usually have was off so I just had some random girl I'd not seen there before.
As she got to work, she frowned and then looked up at my face "Do you dye your hair black?" she said, looking at my hair which on Thursday I had dyed a little bit darker. I laughed and said "Yes, I'm naturally a light shade of brunette" and she laughed and said "Yes, I can tell" and continued on.
WTF?
I lay there with a frown/ pout on my face. Why did she laugh and how could she "tell" that i was faking it? Was it that bad a job that the hairdresser did? Then I realised what her job was...
As she got to work, she frowned and then looked up at my face "Do you dye your hair black?" she said, looking at my hair which on Thursday I had dyed a little bit darker. I laughed and said "Yes, I'm naturally a light shade of brunette" and she laughed and said "Yes, I can tell" and continued on.
WTF?
I lay there with a frown/ pout on my face. Why did she laugh and how could she "tell" that i was faking it? Was it that bad a job that the hairdresser did? Then I realised what her job was...
Friday, May 1, 2009
What A Wonderful World...
Wah - so tired, but wanted to blog whilst still on a 'high' from todays fun. Today we had our "Camwhore Friday" photo-session which PhotoBoy kindly agreed to do. I got about 15 of my friends down to the KLCC park for the shoot. It was so much fun and all the people who i could have wished would be there, were.
After working up a sweat, pouting, jumping and posing we went for lunch at delicious. It was like, the perfect afternoon, all my amazing friends together just chilling out and enjoying the food together.
The afternoon was spent with KiwiBoy, hunting down a new hardrive (successfully but a tad expensive) and mooching about, then this evening we went over to a friends who rustled up some Sarawak Laksa and Kolo Mee - I still can't move - so full!
PhotoBoy brought over the pictures which he edited during the day - they were hilarious - can't wait to get my own copies and have one or two enlarged.
Tomorrow I'm aiming to get up and go for an outdoor run (and hopefully catch some rays. I'm freakishly pale right now) and then go for a bit of a shop, buy some new clothes and then out to party in the evening. Planning to mooch all day and fester in my pjs with KiwiBoy on Sunday - life is perfect.
After working up a sweat, pouting, jumping and posing we went for lunch at delicious. It was like, the perfect afternoon, all my amazing friends together just chilling out and enjoying the food together.
The afternoon was spent with KiwiBoy, hunting down a new hardrive (successfully but a tad expensive) and mooching about, then this evening we went over to a friends who rustled up some Sarawak Laksa and Kolo Mee - I still can't move - so full!
PhotoBoy brought over the pictures which he edited during the day - they were hilarious - can't wait to get my own copies and have one or two enlarged.
Tomorrow I'm aiming to get up and go for an outdoor run (and hopefully catch some rays. I'm freakishly pale right now) and then go for a bit of a shop, buy some new clothes and then out to party in the evening. Planning to mooch all day and fester in my pjs with KiwiBoy on Sunday - life is perfect.
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- Bubs
- Surrey, United Kingdom
- "I have found that if a problem rears its head, the best way to deal with it is by being highly emotional, inconsistent and super irrational and the problem tends to go away..."