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…
