2009

Significant incidents in 2008 -

4/2/2008
Nam Kew Chicken Wings, Ipoh













28/2/2008
Last Exco Meeting 07/08

8/3/2008
Voted for the first time

23/3/2008
Baptism













29/3/2008
Juwita - wow!









10/4/2008
USM swimming pool













24/4/2008
Leaving Penang for good - Saying goodbye

1/5/2008
Phuket Trip

7/5/2008
Elton John baby!

12/5/2008
Camp Cameron 2008 - Aunty Shelby

15/7/2008
First day at work.

8/8/2008
Beijing Olympics

15/8/2008
Convocation













9/10/2008
Slap to the face

16/11/2008
Penang Bridge Half Marathon


26/11/2008
My own wheels!










1-13/12/2008
Nida Script Writing Course


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Its been a year of much change, the most obvious one being coming back after 3years in Penang and going from being a student to a working person.

Its not been easy, growing up never is.

Yet I am thankful for the life I have.

Only by His grace.

Foe Pa

It sucks to have this kind of scenario, where A admits to me it's not my fault, but then B tells me A is blaming me.

I've yet to confront my friend, part of me says just drop it, but my other half feels tak puas.

Under ordinary circumstances certain events would not have happened, but still I feel you can't give a friend that much slack just because of a particular factor, and offensive behaviour is unacceptable.

One thing I do know, in the process this friend has exposed his/her 'true colours', and I am glad in a way, because myself and others saw who the person really can be.

Boxing Day

*Flashback*

Turkey sandwich

Disappointment

Traffic summons

Dinner

Two's company, three's a crowd

Sad

Drop off

Confused

Phone call

Silence

End

Penang

New Years

Realization

Pain.

Pain.

Pain.


*Present time*

Fading

Never again

Lessons learned.


*Flash forward*

Fear

Christmas, isn't Christmas...

I had a wonderfully Christmas-y day.

Morning - Church.
Noon - Open presents.
Afternoon - KLPac for A Christmas Carol.
Evening - Cook Christmas dinner. I made pumpkin soup!
Night - Met up with friends to exchange gifts.

Agenda wise, it couldn't get any Christmasi-er than that.

Yeah.

Christmas isn't Christmas till it happens in you heart.
Sometimes the candle's glow dims, though you had a real good start
So even though, my heart's with Jesus, I've discovered that I do
Still find Christmas, can just be Christmas, its true.

Well......

Script Writing Course

Beginning last year, Astro has organized short courses for Directing, Acting and Script Writing. They get tutors from the National Institute of Dramatic Arts, Australia to come over and conduct the courses.

When I saw the ad on tv, I thought to myself, 'I have to apply...'















But as usual, I put it off and put it off till literally the very last minute...

I was so rushed that I made an embarrassing typo in the Subject! Shyness...


























But it was sent on time!
Thick skinned, I sent them proof it was before the deadline.
























A month went by and I didn't think about it till I got an email saying I was short-listed.

Yay!























Alas, I did not get chosen.

*sob*

Two weeks later, Friday morning, just 2 days before the course, I receive a phone call from an Astro person telling me one participant fell sick and there's a last minute opening.. Could I make it?

What?!? Yes! Yes! Yes!

Oh wait, I'll have to check with my boss first.

(Its full time 2weeks 10-5pm mind you, what Boss gives 2weeks off just like that?)

After much nervousness and mental torture, I asked and my boss said OKAY!

Woot!

In the end, I was a participant of the NIDA Script Writing Short Course, which was a blast, a great experience, and my classmates rocked!

Imagine, 2 weeks in a class of 16 writers, learning, discussing, experimenting, improving, contributing - it was fantastic. Our tutor Nick Parsons helped us a lot, made us see how to structure our stories and taught us so much from his own experiences, as a writer and director. Writing is not easy. Really, its not.

I am so thankful that everything fell into place and I was able to attend it.

Now, if only i was a member of Facebook then I could be in the Astro Nida 2008 FB group..

Hmmmm...

Cradle Snatcher

You know you're getting old when you're talking to a cute guy and it goes like this-

Me: Hi, nice to meet you...blah blah... I'm working etc.. So what are you doing?

X: I'm still studying.

Me: I see, what course?

X: A Levels.

Me: Ohhh, okay thats good...

(Thought process - Wait a minute...A-levels is pre-u course that comes after SPM, which is in Form 5 and form 5 is 17years old means... He's only 18?!?!?!?!?!?! OMG, 23-18 = I'm FIVE freakin' years older than him!!! FIVE years! He's a bloody teenager!!! Yuck, how could you Shelby, mannn!)


I have now crossed the line to where 30year olds aren't that old anymore.


Gasp!

Freeeeeeedom

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess who could only dream of the places she wanted to go.

















Most of the time she relied on her kind friends to bring her along with them, and she was very appreciative of their kindness.














One day, a little squirrel told her some news, of a generous Sir from the neighbouring land who had desires to rid himself of certain things, and the beautiful princess had a plan. She approached the generous Sir and spoke to him of her desire.














The princess told some of her friends of her plans, and how she was very excited but would need to have patience.















And so she waited... and waited... and waited for the day when she would recieve the happy news.














Finally, one evening as she was strolling home, the generous Sir called out her name, and told her the words she had been waiting more than half a year to hear.

















Within a few days she was thrown into a world unfamiliar to her, she did not know what to do or where to go. Thankfully, she had a wise old uncle who advised her.














Unfortunately, the her plans were foiled by the evil unnecessarily rigid Witches, who sent the princess away.



















Deciding to fight for her dream, the princess used her wit and charm, went to another location, explained her story and the fairy godmother granted the princess her wish.















She was so happy, and she found most of the people she asked for help were ever willing to lend a helping hand.


















Finally, two weeks later the beautiful princess managed to make her dream come true...

















... and was the proud owner of her very own, self bought pumpkin!













And they lived happily ever after.


The End.

Feeling It...

Vacation Bible School 2008

Thursday to Saturday, my church had this 3day program for kids aged 5-12, and for the first time since Life Chapel has had VBS, I was a volunteer.

It was GREAT!

The children are split into three groups based on age, attend classes, then a rotation of games, crafts and music/dance.

I was in the Recreation team, which was in charge of the daily game sessions for the children.

The Senior students had a more stoned/kayu I don't wanna do this kiddy stuff, this is not 'cool' attitude. But they were alright eventually.

The Middle bunch were the worst. What shocked me the most was how rude they were, and the words they used. A number of them shouted 'you're ugly' or 'fat' or 'stupid', not only to each other but to the TEACHERS! When I was that age, there's no way you would get away with saying something like that. But these kids...

The thing that saved each game session was the arrival of the Junior group, who are such a joy to be with. They are at the age where even the most basic of games will be met with exploding enthusiasm, they are a lot more forgiving, and will listen to the teachers when being told what to do. The made my day each day.

I have decided, if I ever have kids, I'll keep them up to the age of 7-8, then get rid of them. Y.San said she'd take them from me till they were about 11-12 and then Su will take over till they've gotten over their teenage angst stage. So I get them back again when they're about 17. Haha...

Moving on, I was glad to be part of it and see so many people come together to contribute their time and energy for the children. As a friend told me, its the one time where you see the church move together, on a larger scale. From the aunties who provided superb meals for the children and helpers (120 people not easy to cook for okay) to the security guards that ensured the children's safety, to those that helped with the decoration prior to VBS and most importantly, all those who prayed for the event.

Behind the decoration, the dancing, the games and all the fun stuff, the ultimate objective of VBS is for the children to know about God and teach them about His ways.

Thinking of the simple truths the children were taught,


God is Real

Jesus is God's Son

The Bible is God's Word

My Actions Show What I Believe


I wonder if I myself truly Know the Truth, Speak the Truth and Live the Truth.

(Wish I had photos to show)

Typical

Malay leadership recognised in the world

The fact that the United States has taken steps similar to Tun Dr Mahathir Mohamad’s economic formula in tackling the 1997 financial crisis proves that Malay leadership is recognised in the world, reported Sinar Harian.

Felcra chairman Datuk Tajuddin Abdul Rahman said the economic formula introduced by the former prime minister was a success after Malaysia’s economy recovered without the need to borrow money from the International Monetary Fund and World Bank.


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This short article caught my eye on The Star online, and I was thinking, why do they have to say Malay leadership, why can't they say Malaysian leadership.

It seems a small, insignificant thing, but words matter; words are the tools used to convey meaning, words are all you have. Mean what you say, and say what you mean.

When I read that, the meaning that I felt being conveyed was basically emphasizing the superiority of a race, putting one above the others. Why? Why still do it? Why...?
Not only that, were ALL the advisors and financial experts , all the other Ministers etc. that advised Mahathir, Malay only? Sure?
Even if that were the unlikely case, wasn't his decision for the rakyat, which encompasses all races?

Its the small things like this that make people unhappy and annoyed; especially when the country is struggling to climb out of the racial toilet bowl, where the slight mention of this race or that race, keeps the toilet constantly flushing.

I strongly feel the way forward is to promote and embrace the idea of being Malaysian.

How ironic that something so simple is so difficult...

"What are you?"

"I am Malaysian"















(Anyway, I may be wrong but just because the US is using seemingly similar steps as Mahathir, does not (1) prove "Malay" leadership (2) indicate that it is recognized in the world.)

Weird 25km Half Marathon

Dum dum dum dum dum...dum (dush dush dush dush)
Dum dum dum dum dum...dum (dush dush dush dush)
Dum dum dum dum dum...dum (dush dush dush dush)

Dum dum dum dum dummmmmmmm.....














I did it!

I completed 25km in 3hours and 30mins.

Initially I didn't even think to join, but itchy feet me finally decided and practically on the last day for registration, signed up.

Hey, its the ONLY time the Penang Bridge is closed to traffic... Special okay!

What I'm most proud of is I did better compared to the last time and that I managed to run/jog albeit slowly towards the end, but pretty much all the way this time.

In the previous run I suffered a bad cramp on the steep part of the bridge on the return journey, and it was so painful I could only jog a bit, hobble, jog a bit, hobble.

This time around, I felt a whole lot better; I didn't get vomitty or queasy, my leg almost but didn't cramp and my breathing was fine.

Sure there was pain, but I just kept telling myself to push through it, I could take it.

Oh, and I have now a new respect for this thing called - Power Bar.
In the previous Mizuno run, I bought one, but er... I felt it was a waste of my RM7.

However, I bought one again (cause Alan reminded me about it, and I was lazy to buy bananas and assorted stuff) and it kept me 'filled' and I didn't have the empty stomach feeling. Even better, just before the bridge, they were passing out free PowerGel which I kept all the way till I made the u-turn and was on my way back to the island, because I knew it would be most needed then.
And it worked! Somehow the disgusting, worse than medicine goo sustained me till the end.
Wah.
I repent!
I am a believer now!

Sue Min helped load some songs into my mp3 player, so the first half of the run I had no choice but to listen to charismatic, upbeat "Amen! Halelujah! Praise the Lord!" type songs, that did keep me going.
Not only that, on the way back I repeated one of the powerful Christmas songs, 'Welcome Jesus Our Redeemer' about 5times just to get me up the steep part of the bridge.

Most of all though, it was mentally telling myself not to stop, not to give up.

Overall it was a really good run for me, and I surprised myself considering I actually haven't been training for it.

Of course today my muscles are yelping each time I sit and stand, and going up and down the stairs = Agonizing Torture but, the feeling of conquering the bridge once again surpasses it all.

















*Keep 29th november 2009 free!*

11/11

I see you sometimes twice a day
Always the same four lines that way
Is it foreshadowing I can't yet see
Or my mind just playing tricks on me

Safety pin

Within 1 week, 2 guys told me the same thing.

They each went through a break up.










One was a friend who had told me before of his relationship problems and how it was changing, but I was shocked when he told me:

"I found out she was seeing someone else."

"How?"

"I looked through her sms's...Then I confronted her."

"How long had she been seeing the other guy?"

"One and a half years."

"?*!@%!&"

What the heck man. I cannot understand betrayal like that. Its not as if she 'strayed' or made a one off mistake - that is bad, but one and a half years? I know there are many stories out there similar to this, but it still does stun me when people do things like that.

He had told her previously when he was overseas that if she finds someone she likes, let him know and he'd understand. But she did not... Even after he was back. The whole year, not a word. Why...? That is what I still fail to get.

I asked if he wanted me to bash her up. He said no, he's trying to keep it at 'lets be friends'. They were dating for about 4years.

For my other friend, it was a 5year relationship.

Five years...

He said it had been a year of constant arguing, patching up, arguing, patching up. Both side were frustrated, both sides were not satisfied and that feeling grew. Deep and strong undercurrents that eventually came to the surface.

Its sad, and its real.

People fall out of love with people.

It happens.













Which is why the safety pin remains.

Lucky Number 13

13 Episodes - Done!

By the 6th show, I was counting down the weeks.

After the final show, I was feeling a bit sad that it was over.

I am glad that it ended well though, the last episode was good, and the band performing that night was the bomb.

Will there be a Season 5...?

Only time will tell.

New Meaning

Yesterday for the first time I discovered and understood a new meaning to the word;

C L I E N T

As I am still considered 'fresh' in the working world, there's loads I've not experienced yet, but I can strike this one off the list. Those who work will understand what I mean when I say client.


Me: Oh, I'm feeling stressed. Had a bad day at work.

X: A lot of work? Boss scolded you?

Me: No, met with the clients

X: Ohhhh, say so la. I know what you mean.


Before this, the word to me just meant - a person(s) that hire you for your services.

Now I know all the unwritten synonyms that come with that word.

Deep breath, nod your head and smile.

Bah.

Sharing is Caring

I got an unexpected hug from someone unexpected.

I was at work, staring at the computer screen, when I heard her cursing.

The past few days have been tough for a colleague of mine; she's going through some personal issues I think. Sadly, we are not close enough yet for her to share it with me, but I try to make her feel a little better by offering sweets and smiles. I give her her space.

Today her mood was no better and as she was letting off some steam, some of it was unintentionally directed at me. But as usual, we never notice what we say to people when we're angry, only once the moment has passed do we realize and wish we hadn't said it.

She walked away. I continued with my work.

Suddenly, an arm came from behind and she hugged me.

I wasn't prepared for it, or expecting it. It just came.

All I could do was pat her arm and hope that my squeeze would silently reassure her that "It's okay, I understand..."

Part of me thinks maybe she needed the hug more than I did.

I was thinking about that small gesture the whole day.
It reminded me of a gift I had been given some months ago.

It was a stone with the word 'Share' on it.















Hidden on the inside :
















Sometimes we don't need to speak, we don't need to find the right words to say, we don't need to ask a whole load of questions. We try too hard to sound understanding and spew consoling cliche's, which is not always necessary.

I guess sometimes all it takes is a hug.

No need for words, just the comforting touch from one human being to another.

Yes, it was me...

Some weeks ago, a few of you might have seen a Deepavali promo on 8tv, and thought,
Hmmm, the middle one looks familiar...

Well.

I was me.













Hahahaha.... I can blog about it now since its long gone from the tv screens.

A colleague asked if I could help out and I said, okay.

I have no idea why she asked me though, since what they actually needed was a 'white' looking person.

;p

Shooting the short 30second clip was a lot of fun as 'Chinese' and 'Malay' are friendly people, and we had a blast trying SO hard to say the words wrongly. I had to concentrate really hard to try and sound 'White'.

However, once it was out, OMG, felt so shy and wanted to hide under a rock.
Hated it! As in, hated me in it! The others were fine. Of course, once my other colleagues found out, the teasing started. Ah, who cares? You only live once right?

It was a good experience, and my first time wearing a sari.

Unggal anai varukum - Happy Deepavali from 8tv!

Cool Thing

I wanted to write about camp, but I was hoping to get some photos first. So that's on hold.

However, I DID discover something really, really cool - my friend Su enjoys 'country' music too!

Yipee!

As we were driving back from Port Dickson, I looked around for music to play and found a Rascal Flatts CD.




















Happy was I to borrow the CD from him because as mentioned in a previous post, I had lost all my music.

I'm not saying that I'm a hardcore fan of country music, but I do take pleasure in listening to the genre more than every once in a while.

As I'm not a music hunter (ie don't keep a lookout for new artists/albums/songs) its good to find someone who I can update me and share whatever he has.

I can't listen to country music 24/7, but its pretty high up there on my playlist.

The lyrics, though sometimes sappy, are nice, meaningful and storytelling-ish.

Happy discovery!

Just forget it

I'm going to blog about this, even though I feel I shouldn't but what the hey...

I have a friend, who no matter how I try to tell her she's like this or that, she fails to see what I point out, or understand where I'm coming from, or what I actually mean.

Of course, before saying anything I take a step back and think if I'm right in saying what I'm saying, sometimes run it by others, replay the situation in my head, then only mention it to her.

No matter how I explain or reason, its never a, "Hmmmm, that might be something worth thinking about", there's always a justification, where I'm made out to be talking rubbish, I'm the stubborn one, I'm the one that can't see etc...

Its been the same for many years now, and I realize, hey- I have tried, so c'est la vie.

I'm making the decision to stop futile attempts at flogging a dead horse.

Instead, since nothing is going to change, I'll work on the thing that can, me.

I'll work on not getting affected by what the horse chooses to do. She has a capable brain, and believes its fine to do what she does in the manner which she does it, so I'll have to learn to adapt and accept without comment. Since I've already contributed my multiple 2cents, its not as if she can turn around some day and ask why did I never tell her, so my conscience is clear. I think my 2cents worth can prob buy a meal at Chilli's by now.

If you're reading this, and if I open my mouth to say anything about anything, just remind me of this entry.

That will help me shut up fast because I'll remember I'm just wasting my breath.

Take Me Away

The past week(s) has been really, really, really draining.

My tank is empty, my spirits are low.

Which is why I'm looking forward to getting away for a few days, even if its not that far away, and I wont have peace and quiet, its still getting away.

Its so sad that only after 3months of working, I already am desperately needing a 'break'. If I start thinking too much about it, I'll get even more depressed. But it's not just been work...

How am I doing?

On the surface I'm doing great. I'm 'fine', no worries.

Below the surface, I'm struggling with everything. Everything meaning everything.

Nothing that you reading this can help with, its not a flat tyre that just needs changing.

Family stuff. Work stuff. Friend stuff. Money stuff.

Which all lead to
Disappointment. Frustration. Apprehension. Dissatisfaction.

I would be happy to just curl up in a ball and be by myself for a long while, undisturbed. Yet even in my ballness, I will be constantly thinking.

Its times like these where I really wish I have a person I can lean on and turn to. Not a 'romantic relationship', but a person who I can just dump my crap feeling self on, and know that person will accept my crap feeling. Where I can lean on for support, and the person will be strong for me. Where I can be a little selfish, and the person will let me be a little selfish. Where I can just weep and the person will hug me tight and pat my back without asking questions.

It's been a long time since I had that. If ever. Probably someone I'll never have.

Like a unicorn, a figment of my imagination.

This is the story of a girl

I had no idea what the show was about, but it turned out to be really good.

The first piece was about two friends who've not met in 6years, by chance meet at a bus stop and catch up, in a way. The gadis in this story was actually a soft guy, and he played the part really well. If he hadn't, the piece would've flopped.

The second piece was even better, and it was a MONOLOGUE that lasted about 45minutes! The one woman show by Sherry Abdullah was borderline fantastic- there was no monotony, it never felt draggy and she managed to portray her character really well. I felt it was a better story compared to the first, had more 'depth' to it, and even though her story got many laughs from Tini's bubbly, quirky personality, it was a sad story, with many serious elements actually embedded in it.

One odd thing was the presence of so many children, about twenty 7year olds watching a play that had a notice outside, "Contains adult content". It was amusing and 'cute' to see how they reacted to the actors, and though they probably wouldn't understand much of the subtle (and not so subtle) jokes, I personally didn't think they should have been watching.

The show is in Malay and Manglish, with English subtitles in the background. However, its SO much better to watch it not reading the subtitles, its hilarious how they've captured real Malay expressions that people really use.

Its only on till Sunday, but if you're free go for it. More info here.


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When I arrived at KL Pac, I sms'd Colin Langsir-

Sms: I'm in KL Pac and the poster for your show is up. Cool.

Reply: I'm in KL Pac too. Parking the car.

Coincidence betoi!

Too bad he had to read the subtitles most of the time.

=p

But I think we agreed that the Footstool Players performance MUST have seats for the audience.

Sitting with nothing to lean back on for almost 2hours is torture.

Sucker

.
Oops, I did it again.



















I got suckered into the complicated romance of Betty Suarez.

In season 2, she's been dating Henry, the geeky accountant guy from downstairs who is 'perfect' for her in every one of her nerdy ways.


















Problem is his ex-gf got pregnant before they broke up, and though Henry and Betty tried to make it work, once the baby was born Betty made the decision to make a clean break from him so he could go and be a good father, proper family, make it work with his ex etc etc.

Of course, throughout all this, there was another character introduced in the form of the new sandwich guy, Gio.

He's liked Betty for quite a while, and their friendship/chemistry is so nice to see. He rocks - where Henry is a square, Gio is an amoeba.

Anyway, after the Betty/Henry split, Gio jokes that Betty wants him to be her rebound guy. He kisses her, she slaps him. Coincidentally, they're both chaperones at a school dance, he ask her for a dance, there's that 'dangerous' moment before Betty flees...

Naturally, of all songs to be playing, it had to be:

Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true.
Huh huh huh hu-uh huh
I know this much is true.












After the dance, Gio walks Betty home and they say goodnight. Betty stops Gio as he walks away and asks him if he wants to go out sometime, but he turns her down. He says,

“I don’t want to be the rebound guy. I want to be the guy.”


OMG. Its so corny, its so cliche, its so good.

*melt*

Bloody unfair. No matter what a guy looks like, ugly/short/fat/bald/skinny or whatever, all he has to do is to look as though he means what he's saying and *splat* girls can cair.

I'm so pathetic.

Mizuno Wave

I had a fun weekend, different from the norm.

Started off going into KL on Saturday, to meet up with Cikgu Joshua at the low budget hotel Swiss Hotel. Although when I walked in, my first thought was, "Dodgy!", its location is very strategic, only 10mins walk from Masjid Jamek LRT station, the room is basic and clean, and the toilets are newly renovated. Anyone with claustrophobia will suffer in the lift though, with its neon 'MAX 5 people!' handwritten sign.

First thing was Joshua wanted to buy a camera, so we walked to Berjaya Times Square (navigating with our mental compass, which eventually failed us and we hopped on a bus) where there was a big photography expo going on, and met up with crazy camera enthusiasts:














It was fun meeting these people in a non-'PKA' setting.

I've never seen so many big, black camera's all in one location before. Some were REALLY huge, so scary. Like this one:




















Silently the guys were all thinking, "My camera's bigger than your camera..."

This dude is a dude I've seen around a few times, but never met. Once I met him, I discovered that he was the one that took the pictures I used in my previous post about Crazy Little Thing Called Love. What a coincidence! And then he "tsk tsk'ed" me for using the pictures without permission. =p

Anyway, the purpose for going to KL was for the Mizuno 10km run. Gah! Last run I joined was over 2years ago!

Joshua the ex-Powerbar spokesman convinced me to buy a Powerbar thats RM7 (!!!), because supposedly you eat it 45mins before an event and it gives you energy that lasts for 2hours. I honestly didn't feel any difference. I told him, to his horror, that usually for breakfast before a run I'd eat a 50cent Roti and thats it.

Something I found really cool was we were all given a chip to wear on our shoe that will detect when you pass the starting line and finishing line, so your actual time is recorded.




















It didn't quite work out so well for the men because at the finishing line they all had to line up to get a card thing which slowed them down. Very unfair since they actually could've reached the finishing line much earlier. Bad on the organizers part.

Josh managed to get some other nutty people to sign up, and here's us an hour before the race:















Fast forward to the actual run - we were too busy chit chatting till out of the blue "Bennnng!" the siren went off and it began. I was so unprepared, but I only realized HOW unprepared about 15mins into the race.

In my ignorance, I thought that we'd be running around the streets of KL, flat streets. However, turns out that 90% of the route was HILLY. It was all around Bukit Tungku, the hill behind the National Monument. Really tough. Since I had no clue what the route was like, around each bend when you think it's going downhill, it goes up again!

I remember running and thinking, now I know why its called Mizuno Wave- with all the runners in their light blue vests, going up and down hill in a continuous stream, the top view would probably look like a wave.

I was physically not prepared - the training I did was all on flat terrain.
I was mentally not strong - I gave up at several points where I shouldn't have.

Cutting a long run story short, I finally saw the 2km To Go sign. Joshua (who had finished much earlier) was waiting near the final bend and he was a good sport encouraging me by running along beside me, pushing me to push myself. Thanks for that Cikgu!

I crossed the finish line, since I wasn't wearing a watch, could be anywhere from 1hour 20mins - 1hour 30mins from the time I started. I'll have to wait 2months till my cert comes, then I'll know for sure.

I enjoyed myself, and the weekend was a BLAST, but it wasn't a very 'satisfying' run.

I have to be more prepared for the next one.

Yes! I will try again!

Running just to catch myself

Why... WHY?!? Why did I foolishly sign up for it?

Stupid Cikgu Joshua. All his fault.

I just hope I don't do too badly tomorrow.

My goal - Secret. If I achieve it then will blog about it.

I mean, its 'only' 10km.

Gah!