I had been chewing food since the last one hour. Started with instant noddle, grapes, biscuits and now with cottage fries. It is simply because I missed my first yoga class. It is simply because I was being cut queue so extreme unreasonably by a bloddy Kuala Lumpur wira, which I don't feel like describing. (I acknowledged him that I was really pissed off by showing of my beautiful middle finger. Hopefully, he would admire my finger and remember the lesson, never cut queue. Damn it! I don't care whatever nations you are from and how unfamiliar you are with Penang routes. It just did not exempt you from queuing! ) It is simply because my mum did not cook me any dinner as I thought I will go to yoga class and have dinner with LieWei. (During one of this bad day, I just wish hot food is served on the table.) It is simply because I don't want to talk to anyone to make myself feeling better. (Luckily, true friend will call you up and try to check whether you are alright. For example, LieWei, who is curious why I never show up in the yoga class.) It is simply because Lebanon citizen are dying. It is simply because a 19-year-old TAR college student got killed and my dad kept discussing it with me. It is simply because my colleague's mother just passed away.<...> Still eating. When I know that I am mad for no valid reasons, I will eat non-stop and refuse to seek comfort in boyfriend or friends. May be that is why my personality test turn out to be introvert a few weeks ago.
Anyway, two more days to weekend. I was happy this morning, but I just could not bring back the anticipating mood. I want to see CK now.
*Kicking my wooden table! OUCH!* Stop dreaming. He is in Kulim. Suddenly, the world seems so cruel to me.
*Sob-sob* Let's do one of the things I like the most when I am moody. Viewing happy moments of life, which are not so long ago....
Lie Wei's treat
A very good friend of mine pay me a treat to Secret Recipe for a lunch on Friday as she got the first salary. Waited for quite sometimes as they were busy serving others, who were earlier than us, of course. So, these two boring girls just started to have fun with their phone, by taking photo with unusual perspective.
My treat for CK
Once upon a time, there was a spoilt child, Don-koi Lim, who never taste Haagen-Dazs in his 23-year life. Thus, a kind girl like me decided to pamper him when I got my first pay. He became so happy and tried to act like the famous blogging hero of our time, Kenny Sia. But, the
Little Terrorist on my handphone was jelous because he was actually the one, who accompanied me in the traffic jam and during my bedtime. Therefore, he had a silent plan, which was to eat the first ice-cream that came into picture. Little as he known as; little as he knows that he can't actually eat paper, he raced against CK and had the first bite on the menu.
Hiak-hiak! (
Mad=nosense=self-entertained, that is me.)
Don-koi Lim was so happy that he laughed non-stop. He was indeed the frog under the well or in more Malaysian term, Kampung boy. A bowl of ice cream. Nothing more or less. So easily fulfilled.
Cheng! Cheng! Cheng! Six scopes of Haagen-Dazs most popular ice-cream. Yummy! The berry-flavoured ice-cream did not invoke endorphin in the Don-koi's blood, but the fine chocolate-flavoured ice-cream made him dancing round and round the little table. He nearly licked the plate clean to the extent that it was as well reclective as a mirror, by the end.
"I can say that I had tasted Haagen-Dazs! Yahoo!"
Bak Kut Teh
In preparation for our Penang Bridge International Marathon, PBIM on the next day, I went for rice and pork with CK to build up my glukose bank. I did not want to steal the lime light of the winner by becoming the headline as a beautiful engineer fainting on the bridge during the marathon.
Wahahaha! (Asserted: Assylum material.)Penang Bridge International Marathon, PBIM
The organizer asked us to register ourselves before 5pm. So, both of us woke up 3am, just to reach the register counter in time as I thought that the organizer would be more punctual as this is an international event. But, we were ended taking stupid photo of ourselves for nearly one hour.
Bored. Don't know what to do. We joined the queue to the toilet. The queue took us 40 minutes. By that time when the marathon was started, both of us were inside the same toilet dispensing our water, which was supposed to be lost as sweat in the marathon. When we came out, we were begining our marathon from the toilet to the starting point and from the starting point, slowly picking up our pace to peek at all the nice women asses. Don't you just envy me huh?!
Meet Hui Ling in the middle of the race. So, three of us just sticked together for the race. We ran mostly for the journey heading to the Butterworth toll and struggled all the way to USM by walking and limping. In the middle of the race, I heard people complaining that their feet no longer under their control. (Same here!) Some even puked on the bridge. Oh, my god! Occasionally, the satan bus with its devilish honk would swift by our sides to tempt us to take a ride. No way!!
At last, our determination brought us to the final line and took back the medal, which I proudly pin in my cube! Finished the race in 3hour and 45minutes for 22.3km. It was more achievable than my expectation. Never underestimate yourself. Leang's legs, "Never overestimate yourself either. We served you so well on Sunday and we are still painful right now..."
Feel like eating ice-cream now. Bye!
