What the hell did I get myself into, by signing up for THREE 10km run, two of them just a week apart????
And almost a hundred dollar poorer too.... *sob* The running tees had better fit me lor!
And what, over 24 years old had to pay more!? No respect! Why do all things nice has the cut-off age of 24?? Wah lieu..
Note to self: STFU and start running lar!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Melancholy
Watching the sepia-tinged After Our Exile brought about a sense of melancholy in me. Surprisingly set in (early 90s?) Malaysia, I watched with amusement the two Hong Kong leads sparred in accented Cantonese that I grew up with.
The setting is working class-typical; single-storey terrace house in a tired-looking housing estate, the corner unit with sagging fence and overgrown weeds, rusty road signs, dilapidated backyard with zinc roofing and the ubiquitous yellow bas sekolah, non air-conditioned of course. Everything was so reminiscent of my childhood home in Semenyih that I was feeling a bit homesick.
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So much has changed over the years.. The boy I snogged when I was 3 is now often elbow-deep in machine grease and can hardly recognise me.. The bougainvilla that mum so lovingly tended has been chopped down to accommodate another set of shiny wheels.. The garden that was once filled with pots of desert roses is unrecognisable now.. The town even has a TESCO now.. The prodigal cousin that returned home after a stint in behind bars is selling durians now.. I wonder if the townspeople has ever looked at us and mused about the family where "all their daughters has gone off to study in Singapore"?
Happy Merdeka; sorry I was one-day late. Better late than never eh..
The setting is working class-typical; single-storey terrace house in a tired-looking housing estate, the corner unit with sagging fence and overgrown weeds, rusty road signs, dilapidated backyard with zinc roofing and the ubiquitous yellow bas sekolah, non air-conditioned of course. Everything was so reminiscent of my childhood home in Semenyih that I was feeling a bit homesick.
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So much has changed over the years.. The boy I snogged when I was 3 is now often elbow-deep in machine grease and can hardly recognise me.. The bougainvilla that mum so lovingly tended has been chopped down to accommodate another set of shiny wheels.. The garden that was once filled with pots of desert roses is unrecognisable now.. The town even has a TESCO now.. The prodigal cousin that returned home after a stint in behind bars is selling durians now.. I wonder if the townspeople has ever looked at us and mused about the family where "all their daughters has gone off to study in Singapore"?
Happy Merdeka; sorry I was one-day late. Better late than never eh..
I Really Should....
Curb my habit of shopping online
Have normal-sized feet dammit!
Read more books and less fashion blogs
Stop being such an annoying ass of an OCD
Run more (surpass the 5km mark and not die panting)
Tell him "I love you" more
Stop being such a pessimistic ass come Sundays
Stop impulse purchases from Watsons. 'nuff said...
Should take up the course and obtain a tourist guide license
Update this blog more often. Oops. Heh
Have normal-sized feet dammit!
Read more books and less fashion blogs
Stop being such an annoying ass of an OCD
Run more (surpass the 5km mark and not die panting)
Tell him "I love you" more
Stop being such a pessimistic ass come Sundays
Stop impulse purchases from Watsons. 'nuff said...
Should take up the course and obtain a tourist guide license
Update this blog more often. Oops. Heh
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