Sniffles, cough, cough, sniffles…..PB down!
Damn the farking flu bug! Finally caught up with me….boo hoo! Boo hoo!
I no like the bug!....*sad face*….
Well, there will be no RPM nor any physical activities that will require me to take my heart rate to the max!....*sex, maybe….just maybe…..hahahaha!!!!!*
Just did the Standard Chartered KL Marathon on Sunday, 26 June 2010, despite this PB not feeling very well *tis is truly the psycho side of me….thinking what the hell – I can still breathe, well hardly, just bloody go run and suffer!*
So, I did my regular 21km despite feeling flu-ish the day before, with body aching; trust me waking up at bloody 330 am to get ready for the race was nooooo way in hell fun! *but downing Guinness with Panadol the night before kinda, got me quite happeee!!!*
Well, just like any race that I go to, there is always bound to be weird things that happen, amongst which are the followings:
Planning for future run
This took place between Hammy 3 and I as we were pacing each other quite nicely. And at the 8th km mark:
HAMMY 3: eh woman…u sure we wanna do 42 km for Penang Bridge run
PB: Errr….u have signed up, right?
HAMMY 3: I am just pointing out the obvious. The pain is going to be 2x of this!
PB:Hallo! Can u decide quick before I sign up ah? 21km or 42km?
HAMMY 3: *pondering silence*…hmmm..u do realize we have only just PASSED the 8km mark for this race…why the hell are we talking about Penang Bridge Run???
PB: Actually…u are farking right…can we just get thru this ah?
“Hello, PB!”
A guy ran up to me at the 11th km mark with this:
MALE RUNNER: Hei! Hi PB!
ME: Err…hi! *I didn’t want to be rude and just ignore him ok!*
MALE RUNNER: How are you?
ME: *at this point, I am thinking who the hell is this?? Think PB! I swear I had NO idea at all!*…ehh….I am fine…and you are…?
MALE RUNNER: Oh..u don’t know me..but I have been reading your blog…FUNNY! Keep it up!
And before I could utter anything, he sped off!...leaving me wondering in bewilderment…and mind you, he wasn’t the first person in the entire race (there were others from my RPM classes too) I ran into who actually recognized me from my blog! And to think that I actually didn’t post my actual pix up in my blog!
Well, these are some of the reasons why I race, be it the triathlons or marathons…you never know who you will run into and what kind of silly conversation that Hammy 3 and I will embark on.
So, Hammy 3…..next stop….42 km? hehehe
So far, this week’s been quite hell-ish for me with the amount of work just piling up pass my head.
Remind me again…why did I leave the advertising industry? Recap, people, recap:
1. The corporate 9am-5pm schedule…well, in our case, is 9am to……??? *when was the last time I got up at 9 am and leisurely mooch around the house in my PJs*
2. Client’s very unclear briefs, and any attempt to clarify with them will result with this comment from clients: “Wasn’t my brief clear enough? And you call yourselves agency people?”….hmmm…*duh, Mr Client, if it was that CLEAR, we won’t have to ask, do we!!!*
3. Multiple Strategy papers to write……one overlapping the other….*and then getting comments like this from clients: “What Strategy?”*
4. Writing and re-writing creative brief, production brief, integrated brief, PR brief….*ok, really, the only brief I wanna see right now is the one on Matthew Morrison!*
5. Breakfast? Lunch time?...errrr….what are those? Yes…working thru breakfast and lunches…and sometimes thru wee hours of the night!
6. Shopping with the others on Saturdays and Sundays…..damn the farking jam lol!
7. Client calling for meeting at un-godly hours like 4 pm…when I am all preparing to leave for my RPM class!
Amongst all, I forgot why I left the industry….was for my health! I was in a rut, health deteriorating, was constantly on gastric meds and I certainly don’t want a return of my panic attacks!
So, tell me….why do I sense I am heading down that familiar road, again?...So sad..when we keep turning down those familiar roads….hmmmm….
Feeling Blue already? Yes, that is me…this is what the week will look like for me. Work, work work…till I turn blue…cos there won’t be space to breathe!
I am sooooo looking forward to this week…*sarcastic Smile people!*
Ok, for some of you who may not know me that well, a little bit of insight, this PB is also a hag to Hammy 3 aka HRH Queen in their Happy Community. So I am known as Fag Hag *definition of fag hag = female friend to one fag, we are like accessories to them, almost like sistas, we know and share quite a fair bit*
There is normally a hag to a fag. Standard accessories, we hags ….we hang out, we talk, we share, we laugh and we cry together.
But it becomes scary when you know EXACTLY what had happened to your fag as such would be in my case today. Over dinner with Hammy 3 while ago:
HAMMY 3: Stress lah today…soooo stress that I had to drive out for lunch!..*claps his hands* I had Nando’s!!!
PB: *almost dropping my fish ball*…..noooooo wayyyyyyy….I ACTUALLY knew you had Nando’s this afternoon! And no, I wasn’t stalking you!
HAMMY 3: Creeeepy! We are spending waaayyyyyy too much time together lol
PB: You don’t say! Keep digging Watson! And you wonder why the hell people think we are married…..no wonder my dating stocks not going anywhere!
HAMMY 3: Oi! Mine has suffered too lol…hur hur…
Creepy isn’t? I don’t know how I knew, but I just knew he had Nando’s for lunch! (let’s just hope that lunch is all I will know. I really don’t want to know if Hammy 3 is about to indulge in some sweaty physical activities)…connected in so many ways…Hammy 3 and I. Well, after all, according to the Chinese horoscope, we are supposed to be Secret Friends…
If only THIS sort of craziness have been happening to me over the last 2 weeks….balancing WORK with MEN…..
Aha…yah right! Fat hopes.…it’s been such serious farking craze week for me since 2 weeks back – work, RPM classes, work, training for my triathlon and other upcoming races….where is my man in all this equation?????
I seriously need that holiday in Ko Samui…like NOW! Hawt beach bums……blisss…focus!!!
“World Cup fever can work up sex appetite”
(errr...with a body like THAT running round the fields...hell yeah! it will work mine up too!)
Yes, you read that loud and clear! Picked up this headline from Star Online. Apparently some Singaporean Urologist claimed that men, during World Cup fever, will secrete more testosterone and adrenaline when the matches become more intense.....*thought they were other stuff that could possibly get their hormones going nuts like pumping irons in the gym, getting high driving a muscle car, watching porn?.....no? kekeke*
And if their favourite team wins, there is a higher chance for the ladies to get sex cos the testosterone and adrenaline level would have gone all the way to heaven, coupled with few round of beers with the boys...hmmm....guess the ladies should go to heavens too!
Dig this, but if their favourite team loses....ladies...we are on our own...*looks like sale of vibrators and dildos may just also pick up during World Cup*
I can understand why some women watch football, like mua.....come on...look at those 22 (err...did I get the number of players correct? It is 22 for both sides, right?) hawt hawt blokes running after 1 ball......if only they were playing in Dri Fit tops *awwwww.....sizzling!* I know even my hormones will be raging sky high LOL!
But guys watching 22 fellas running after 1 ball, screaming and cursing their lungs out at mamak stalls....hmmmm....I still don’t get why....but if it gets their testosterone and adrenaline pumping up....by all means, guys....go watch, scream, curse, enjoy the game! Cos we ladies will still benefit at the end of the day....if all fails, there are always the dildos and vibrators while watching the 22 hot blokes go after 1 bloody ball!
This is my recent obsession with Matthew Morrison aka Mr Schue of Glee. Have you seen such a hawt creature as this?? But, Hammy 3 is sooo convinced that MM is gay…..looking at these pictures…hmmm…one can’t help but wonder…..
*fingers cross, eyes cross, legs cross*…someone plzzzzz tell me that NO WAY in hell is Matthew Morrison gay!
Do you have friends who can eat a whole cow and still NOT put on weight? And of course there are the unlucky ones like me, who puts on weight SOOOOO easily *try taking just 2 days hols and LOL ! I am suddenly 2x the size!*…..and not forgetting those who are born with such beautiful, athletic, lean muscular built….hais…*when in doubt, blame it on your genes!*
Which by the way is true, apparently we are all built different and genetics. So did a bit of research and discover that we fall into one of these 3 possible body types:
1.Ectomorph – these are the lucky bastards…they can eat all they want and NOT put on a single bloody pound. Like an old Chinese saying…”soak them in oil also cannot put on weight!”
2.Endomorph – Fark lah….this is where I belong…*sob! sob!*….we are the species that will put on weight at the slightest lack of workout or slightest increase in desserts intake! All I need to do is to take 2 days of holidays and behold…PB becomes FB = in Fat Bitch (not Fuck Buddy nor FaceBook!)
3.Mesomorph – Wow!!! Look at those athletic, lean muscular body! Yes..these are definitely the luckiest ones amongst the 3 groups…damn!
But as how Hammy 3 and I discovered, there were actually more ‘Morphs’ that has been recently discovered in this world:
1.HomoMorph – no grand prize for guessing this one! When a guy suddenly discovers the growing fondness for species of the same sex……..
2.LesboMorph – synonymous to HomoMorph….only is the female version…hahahaha!
3.PsychoBitchMorph – need I say more…only exclusive to mua!!!! Hehehehe!
Anyhow, no matter how we look like (or for some people I know who will themselves to death at the gym just because they had ONE fishball!!!), just accept the fact that we are all built differently and enjoy our bodies for what it is….after all…our body is our temple!
THESE ARE what I would like to catch when I make my hols to Billabong Beach Resort Ko Samui with the gang in about a month from now! To top it all off, it happen to be a topless beach! And species like these can go topless, bottomless…whatever that is less! Woo Hoo !!! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!
Immediate objective: get into that bloody hawt bikini from Rip Curl!
Deadline: 1 month!
Focus! Focus! Focus!!!!!
"Do you know who is JWW Birch?" ask my 8 year old nephew YJ
I was stumped for a while *hmmm…JWW Birch sounds familiar…heard it back in school but can’t farking remember now….gotta find a way out of this"
ME: So you know who he is meh?
YJ : You DON’T KNOW, do you, aunty Margaret? *folds his hands as he said this"
ME: Of course, I do…he was this Brit guy who stayed in Malaysia!
YJ : Exactly, who and where he stayed? Dunno leh!!!! Eeeyeerrrr…aunty Margaret never went to school!!! Lalalalaaaaaa
ME: You so smart..u tell me!
YJ: JWW Birch ..let’s see *he seriously put on his glasses at this point ! OMG!!!!*.. He was the first Brit-ish guy who stayed in Perak. You know who killed him and where ah?
ME: *silence…………………………………*
YJ : THINK!!!! (for that split second, I soooo wanted to slap that boy!..errr..cos I always does tell him to THINK before I give him any answers!)
ME : Perak lah!
YJ : Do you want to write this down? He was killed by Datuk Mahhharaja Lela, in Pasir Salak!...aunty...u know u can check from the internet ah!
ME : *didn’t think I believe him*….
Got to wiki straight away to confirm what YJ said….and yes...never doubt a child. YJ was absolutely right…and shame to PB for even doubting him at all!
Has anyone of us ever remembered the last time we ever spoke, let alone, write in our beloved national language? Can’t remember? For some of us, SPM was probably the last we ever touched it.
Apparently it has changed a bit, at least when compared amongst the ‘zaman’ of Hammy 3, EL and mine *hmmm…yes my ‘zaman’ was obviously the oldest given I am by default like almost a decade older than both of them (note: ‘almost a decade’ = ‘9 years senior’). Well over a dinner conversation, all 3 of us realized how much the Bahasa has ‘evolved’, to the point that we have ‘pinjam’ some words from Queen E….and how confusing this has become! Don’t believe me, try this:
*Reformation = reformasi
*Situation = situasi
*Interaction = interaksi
*Galaxy = galaksi
*Reaction = reaksi
*Collection = koleksi
*Baggage = bagasi
*Information = informasi
Etc, etc….you get the drift…interesting as I don’t remember these Bahasa words during my ‘zaman’.
But, guess it much easier to allow the nation the ease to learn the language when it is put in a form that is already easily understood and accepted.
Well, like how we’ve noticed, when in doubt, just add a ‘Si’!!!
