The evenings where....

Yakkety Yak

Mom's awesome at buying butter, she really is.
Its as if she knows exactly how the price of butter is gonna fluctuate in anticipation of her next baking experiment.

To think of it, she's probably better at buying butter than my dad is at buying shares.
Its not like he makes any money anyway =p

My mom could probably make a better butterbroker, than my dad could ever have been as a stockbroker.
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I haven't written much lately. And to be honest, its been getting harder to sit down in front of my laptop like I used to, for hours at a time...trying to churn out something entertaining and pleasurable to read.

Of course, that was back when I had shit loads of time to waste, but now I'm shit busy until I don't have time to shit cos I'm too busy doing shit.

heh.

It gets hard to write when there's always something that needs your attention and somebody who wants your time. And if I did put time away for myself to blog, I'd have that guilty nagging feeling that I should really be doing something more purposeful for someone else, rather than just sitting here, writing.

Moreover, being the chief photographer for my friends, and the sudden burst of activity we've had in these coming weeks...now its like I have an army of people hunting me down for photos.

Ah well, atleast aprilwithcamera is a lil' more useful than without.

Sabar Ikmal....sabar ya.....

Obviously I have to post photos of me in a hawt toga dress up first. hehe.

Anyway, yes. my life has been taken up by work. Lots of it.
werkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkks.

So much so that the lil' time I have to myself to log in to Facebook, or upload photos from my camera...is precious. So precious that I even sometimes, lie, or be secretive about what I'm doing or where I'm heading because somebody might take those precious moments away from me by making me feel about not spending time with them.

I find that I'm becoming increasingly selfish about who I spend my time with and what I will be doing, because I really do have better things to do, with whatever little thats left after I minus the hours in a day that I spend infront of my office desktop, or stuck in rush hour traffic.

Frozen yogurt yum

Can you blame me for being exhausted at the end of the day? I feel like I'm running on batteries, rechargable battery's that is...but I run low on power towards the evenings after juice in me has been sucked dry from the day's work.

Its not unusual for me to run out of words towards the evenings. I feel like I need to be silent, after > 8 hours of being chirpy, and reminding myself to smile when I talk. In the evenings I can finally utter less, clock out from the office and not entertain anyone, ideally.

Its like I wake up in the mornings, and all I look forward to are the next 10..or maybe 12 hours before I can finally identify myself again, retreat back into me, be quiet and its okay because in the evenings, I come home to you ;)

coffee & cookies

I pry my eyes open in the mornings and I do it all over again, because all I want is the you. thank God for you.

Like milk and coffee, we make a potent cup of latte
-@p

run ApreeeL run

Yakkety Yak

Sometimes life is gonna hit you in the head with a brick, but don't lose faith.
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Of recent, I proclaimed Fauzan Ismail Man of The Year.

Bearing in mind, that this is the same man, that only a couple of weeks ago...I cursed at under my breath, in my sweat soaked clothes and my sun-block laden face for making me run 10 to 12km on a daily basis, for close to 3 months.

Oklah fine, not curse.
But I must have either called him a maniac or brainless for taking on the super-duper-triple-killer hill on Jalan Duta (and dragging me along!)

And to him, I attribute the loss of my hard-earned muscles mass I worked so hard to build when I was in Melbourne studying.
Thanks to all the running, I am now back to my skinny ol' self again. damn.

Strolling along the track
at the Ministry of Finance Games 18-19th July 2010

But Fauzan, our marathon captain would always know how to make it up to me (or bribe?) me into running again the next day. After our runs he's invite me up for a hot cup of latte, before shoving 250ml of a distasteful fruit punch flavoured recovery drink down my throat.

As much as my taste buds detested it, I'd cover my nose and swallow it down so my butt muscles wouldn't ache so bad the next day.

Gluteas maximus! XD

Speaking of bums, Fauzan had a bum every woman would be envious over.
A bum so small, so compact, so tight....its only unfortunate that it happens to be on a man =p.
I guess thats what running 10km daily does for your arse.

Shall I go fetch our running gear? =D

It was through running that I built up my stamina to a point where I could play futsal till everyone else on the court would pancit. It was through running that I completed a 15km run in May. It was also through running that I had the Bank cheering for me during my 4x400m relay yesterday, even though we lost.

Putting on meh spikes for the 200m dash

And it was also through running that I ended up calling Fauzan after Bevy ran her Myvi over a rock the size of the Kenny Rodgers chicken I had for dinner.

Because it was through running that I could accurately describe the road we were on, having panted, dragged my feet or either coughed my lungs out at some point while running on that stretch of road.

Thank you Fauzan, for coming to our rescue because I can't change a punctured tyre to save my life. although I can run for my life...literally. heheh.

And for that Encik Fauzan, you are Man of The Year.
And Bevy and I thank you from the bottom of our hearts :)

When I connect the dots, back from my skinny ol' days in college, then in uni, from the day I took my fitness certificate and hit the gym, to the day of the puncturred tyre, to yesterday's 100m, 200m and 400m events....
Finally, here's a couple of dots strung together that make sense, but only upon looking at them in hindsight.

I guess for much of life, nothing of what you're doing makes much sense till you look back..and think. Then you'll go...ohhhh so thatsssss why I did what I did.
Most importantly, you have to believe in what you're doing even if nobody else sees the point in it, and trust that the dots will connect themselves somehow.

How many more dots of my life will I connect into lines?
Things look pretty scrambled right now, its quite like a scatter plot with outliers all across the graph. No other lines I can draw.....yet. Perhaps only time will tell.

Try something new today, it may change your life
-@p-

Inspired by a toothache

Des'ree - You Gotta Be, probably one of the most meaningful songs ever written.
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I'll listen as my day unfolds,
Let everyday be the onset of a new threshold,
Which the past can't & won't withold,
Take whats left from scratch and make it threefold,
Challenge what my future holds,
And try to keep my head up to the skyyyy....

Tambun, Ipoh

Others they may cause me tears,
I'll go ahead and release my fears,
Yet still add life to my years,
I'll read my favourite books till they're dogeared,
Reach for every opportunity to say cheers,
And hold close, those I love dear.

Swan Valley, Perth

We'll walk together, under these skies

Place me on water, I'll get a foothold,
I should always let the truth be told,
Rather than lie & blindfold,
I'll make my promises good as gold.
Won't always keep my emotions in its stronghold,
So I'll stand up and be counted,
Won't be ashamed to cryyy.....

Whilst your're in your prime,
I try to solve the puzzles in my own sweet time,
I'm in no hurry to finish the climb,
Or anything, just for the extra dime,
We only live once, in this lifetime.

Lanai Kijang

So you may take a different view,
But one day I'll debut,
In my own pursuit,
This won't however be, adieu.

Putrajaya Botanical Gardens

I gotta be bad,
Though I'll try not to get mad,

I gotta be bold,
Sometimes stone-cold.

I gotta be wiser,
Can't always be bitter.

I gotta be hard,
I've my spirit to safeguard.

I gotta be tough,
Knowing when enough is enuff.

I gotta be cool,
Survive I know you'll.

I gotta be calm,
Got some noms in my palm...................Om nom nom!

I gotta stay together,
Life's a book, I'm the author.

Oh I know, Oh I know, I will seize the day.

Carpe Diem
-@p-

The socks squad

Yakkety Yak

The bad news is that motivation doesn't grow on trees,
The good news though, is that it is a renewable source.

You just have to dig through the exhaustion & boredom to get to it.
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I'll be moving to a new 'home' soon.

For the past year or so, my 'home' for 5 days a week, from 8.30 to 5.30pm was my desk at work where I sat. Strategically, my desk is the very first desk that anybody would see upon entering my department.

I swear my Director put me right in front cos' I'm cute. What else would be a better way to greet visitors than my pixie coloured hair and my envied after set of dimples?
heheeeeeeee =P

Amongst other things I'm terribly busy over

I made the decision to move not too long ago, although the thought had been lingering in my head for months before. When I finally took the first step at 'moving house', things were far from easy, and I knew that if I screwed up along the way, I would face some serious ramifications, like getting thrown out of the 'house', per say.

Thankfully, none of that happened, and I'm off two my new 'home' 2 weeks from now. I've my lucky stars to thank for knowing of some good people who've helped me through this process, God bless them :)

It was a tough call, but I knew I couldn't stay here any longer. I felt like my days were numbered in this place, and if I didn't do something about it, I'd grow old here, unhappy, I'd become less and less sexy, while Bev gets promoted to be a Director and Sim becomes Governor (oh gawd) LoL.

Sometimes in life, you can only tell yourself to 'suck it up' just that much, and there's only so much a positive attitude can fix, there's only so many chances you can give a place, and only so much time you can afford to give before you give in, and finally call it quits.

Sometimes in life, you just know that you don't belong...
and sometimes in life, you gotta do...whatchu gotta do.

What kept me going through the daily grind were the people who shared my 'home' with me. I gotta admit, that life here would have been pretty unbearable and even miserable without them.
Its like living in a crappy home that leaks water when it rains and its super cold in the winter yet gruesomely hot during summer....but coming home to people you love remind you of exactly why you're living there.

This was a nice surprise I came back after lunch to find on my desk....apparently, this is how Li Li thinks I am in the office - asleep.

Correctttttttttttttttttttt oso....but notttttttttttttttt entirely true oso. I believe its more like this lah......

And on some days, I can't help but feel like this....

....usually on Monday's laa.

Some days, I was sooooooooooo bored...I swear I could have made a stripper pole in the office out of stacking red bull cans on the carpet, right up to the ceiling.
And the red bull I would drink to keep me awake, mind you.

I never regretted coming to this place, however bored to my wits I may have been. I believe that my life would have turned out entirely different had I not come here.
By being here, as much of the good things that have come my way, along with the bad as well, I relish and I'm thankful for all of it, but now I think its time to move on ;)

Though I don't know if where I'm headed to will be any good for me, but heck, I believe that by changing things, things could either improve...or they could be worse, but at least I have a shot at making things better...rather than doing nothing at all.

I'm part of the socks team, that no matter what life throws at you, you pull your socks up....get back on the road, walking.

Regardless of how my 'new home' turns out for me, I'll pull my socks up, and keep walking, letting my infectious optimism and positivity take me through the day.

...........and hopefully, I never have to call in dead for work.

Whaddya you mean I can't take an mc?

If you're going to ask yourself life changing questions, be sure to know that you're going to do something about the answer
-@p-

Photo Poetry

For my sister, Pocket Rocket, who weds today 15/5/10
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Life is short, take more photographs,
Hang out with friends, share some laughs,
Have a cookie, drink more coffee,
There's more to life than calories,
Let's have the freedom of being carefree,
Shall we?

Leave the dishes,
forget life's choices,
Throw away the phone,
Smile up to your cheekbones,
Eat fried chicken,
find a wishbone,
look how high the trees have grown,
Paint a masterpiece, call it your own,
Take a drive out,
a destination without,
Wind the windows down,
drive till its sundown.

Share some kisses
under the rain when it drizzles,
Brush your hand up my thigh
or maybe just call to say hi,
Whisper to me sweet talk,
Hold my hand and we'll go for a walk.

Sleep in on a weekday
and feed each other chocolate sundae's,
Stay in bed, who cares if its noon?
Just open your mouth, here comes the spoon.


Clean your room, talk to your cat,
Be nobody's doormat,
See less of the doctor,
It don't matter if your pockets got no dollars,
Care less about figures
Return more favours,
Amidst all our failures we can still build wonders,
So savour life's lil' treasures.

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The poem marks my first endeavour into photo poetry - a maginificent form of art that combines two of the things that I love very much- writing & photography.

Check out www.azaliasuhaimi.com to view the original Photo Poetry- Beautiful photographs, and how her writing encapsulates so much feeling into it.

What else have I left to offer...except my ideas?
-@p-

Bar Chart #2

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...Continue to archive documents?

Profoundly dumb & perpetually forgetful

Yakkety Yak

Running is like mouthwash, if you can feel the burn, its working.
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Photo by Run2Chuah

I ran my very first marathon last Sunday.

To describe the experience in one word, I would say: FUN =)


To however, describe the agony of it in one word, I believe is not possible.
Trying to explain running to someone who has never ran, is like trying to explain colour to someone who was born blind.

Photo by QQlai.multiply

It is true that you need some degree of insanity to run a marathon. But besides having a few screws loose in the head, there are certain qualities that a marathon runner must possess.

First of all, you must act like a horse, or morph into a hamster- Be dumb. Just run.
Secondly, you must always remember to forget your last marathon before you try another. Rmbr- Your mind must not know whats coming.
In a nutshell, all marathon runners must be dumb & forgetful.
Therefore, not everyone can make the cut for a marathon, as conversely...there are people who are forgetful, but not dumb enough to run a marathon.

Running a marathon is an experience like no other, as you sweat through your underpants and you countdown to every kilometer you've conquered.

Well if you want to win something, go run a 100 meters.
If you want to experience something, run a marathon.

Photo courtesy of Reza

Cos they say, its not how you start.....but how you finish!

All quotes from Run The Planet

The thinking must be done before the training begins.
-@p-

iGot to

Yakkety Yak

When the people of the world all know of beauty as beauty,
There arises the recognition of ugliness.
When they all know the good as good,
There arises the recognition of evil.

Lao Tzu

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Teh Lol-friend recently got herself a brand new iPhone 3Gs,

LOL-friend no.1

...and therefore, leaving me (Lol-friend no.2) far behind in terms of mobile technology,

and also, green with envy. As I look at my 3-year old zaman-kolej-handphone that possesses no G's in it, there is no GPS either so if you ever get lost you will have to resort to the old-fashioned way- ask for directions. Heck you could attempt to send an e-mail from my phone but good luck with it I tell u!

Priced at roughly around RM 1500 with Digi's iPhone plan, and not including the monthly package bills, I should think that by the time I can afford an iPhone 3Gs, they would have already came up with the iPhone 5 or even 7G :'(

Well its not suffice to say that I'm unhappy with my current phone. For the past three years, my Sony Ericsson Wi810i has been trusty & reliable. Although it has a bad habit of restarting whenever I pick up phone calls, but then again..its not so bad cos' the Governor hardly calls anyway =P.
And the bad reception my phone receives is not all to blame, but rather, its the crap service that Digi renders.


An iPhone without its apps would be like a Happy meal without a toy (the poor kid), or a Ferari with a Kelisa's engine. You may have over 1000 downloadable apps, but God knows how useful they really are. Nevertheless, iPhone apps & games are awesome nice-to-have's, however useful they may be.

So perhaps one day Steve Jobs' will be so canggih as to devise an iPhone app that'll help me scoop up my cat's poo from his litter box.

So as not to come off sounding ungrateful, I've had some great times with my ol' college handphone.For one, we've taken some remarkably beautiful photos together, despite its meager 2mega pixel-2x optical zoom-auto-focus-less-functions.

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Suffice to say, that sometimes its the photographer that makes a great photo, and not the camera that matters. ~~tee-hee XD

I'm also a proud owner of the world's first iDoze, which comes with a lifelong guarantee to do what it does best at.

The only Steve Jacobs creation that I proudly own, is an iPod nano, which is now carefully protected by an awfully cute Pac man cover that Fizah gave me as a birthday gift.
Speaking of which, it took me shit long to figure out how to turn on my iPod before I realised the keypad was locked (who reads instructions anyway?), and therefore, iFail.


Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.
-@p-