121208 & 131208

Yes. Be very surprised that I'm writing again.

On Friday night, I headed to Kampung Pengantin for Naw's sister's wedding and that was the beginning of a wedding frenzy month. Naw used to be one of my homies in Edinburgh and I hadn't seen her since I graduated last year. She emailed me on one of the days earlier this week, surprising me with her return for her eldest sister's wedding. And I was very honoured to be invited.

I still am horrible at taking pictures. The above picture was the clearest picture I took last night of the newlyweds. Great couple, perfect wedding. I wish them all the best and may their marriage last forever :)

Naw looked as marvelous as ever. Glad to have seen her again after a long one and a half years. I wonder when the complete set of Marchmont Girls are going to reunite. I have a hunch at it's going to be when a child (or more) is/are in the picture. OMG. Anyway, last night was lovely and thanks again for the invite!

I reached home last night around 11 pm and only ended the night at 1 am. Four hours later after an unpleasant sleep (no thanks to this crazy cough), I was getting ready for a charity run at the Lake Garden in town. It was the most dramatic 5 am I have ever had. Don't ask me how but I lost my LAST left contact lense while I was dressing up. You have no idea how many times I swore this morning and how frustrated I was. After a deep breath, I told myself that I still have to run regardless being partially blind.

Heh. A minute into the run, I confirmed that I am so unfit. Mind you, it was a 5 km run. After much struggle, I completed the run in forty minutes. It's pathetic. I need to buck up.

These are my team members at work. All of us participated expect for our dear team leader who couldn't make for the run. Although this activity was very exhausting, we all did have fun. I walked down memory lane this morning as this reminded me of the charity runs I joined in my final university year.

ouch

Major headache

Sore tonsils

Chest pain


:(

check

I'm on MC today because I woke up this morning with a stomach cramp at which when I was in the bathroom, I couldn't stand up straight. I was contemplating the whole time I was getting ready whether or not I should head to work or to the clinic. I settled with the latter and soon the doctor told me I was having gastric pain. It's actually not a surprise for me as I know for a fact that I eat untimely.

I came back home, forced myself to have breakfast and still the pain doesn't go away. So I thought of checking on other possible causes of stomach pain online. To my surprise, I realised that I don't know much about the human anatomy. I guess I didn't take much opportunity of learning it when I lived with medical students for that 2 years of my uni life.

Anyway, I thought this is really useful especially for those who often suffer from abdominal pain.

I've finally gone to the doctors and checked the pain out. I know it has been months but I did it, didn't I? x

first and last

I dreaded to go to the office this morning as I wished I could sleep a little more longer. Traffic to work didn't really help my situation then - it was already jammed in my neighbourhood itself.

Once I reached the office, I began to look at my ancient computer. It was then I realised that something was happening at the Penthouse. I couldn't care less at the event until my colleagues said they were going to check it out.

I tagged along and the next thing I knew, I was filling up a form for blood donation. I tried donating blood when I was in college but it didn't happen as I was only 2 months under the age limit. Plus I don't have a good record with needles and blood. I just hate them.

After spending 5 hours considering of whether or not I should torture myself with the pain, I decided to conquer my fear of needle (and blood). So I waited on the chair for a nurse to attend to me. One nurse came and prepared me for the donation. She said my veins were small (I've heard this before) and it was going to be a challenge for her to poke the needle in. I squeezed my eyes shut and knocked my knuckle on my lap repetitively to distract myself from what the nurse was going to do.

The veins in my left hand were very stubborn as they kept running away from the needle. The nurse suggested trying my right hand instead. I started panicking. I had to go through that all over again.

My right hand did it. I donated a pint of type O blood to the National Blood Centre. That was it. I'm not going to do it again.

Now my arms are in pain. But I have so much typing to do later. It's going to be one painful long night.

sunday morning

How often do I wake up early on a Sunday morning? Not frequent.

I was up early today so that I could head to the gym after 2 to 3 months not being active in any sports whatsoever. I knew my stamina is deteriorating so I was prepared to feel unhealthy and unfit when I take breaks in between my running session.

Instead of using the treadmill, I joined the 1 hour bodyattack session. It was somewhat like the aerobic class which Mr Carlos conducted when I was in uni. The only difference is that the conductor here (which I forgot to ask of his name) was not as cheeky as Mr Carlos. Hmm, speaking about him makes me realise I kinda miss him.

Anyway, I now still stink from the session this morning. My feet are full of blisters. My stomach is aching like no one's business. And strangely, my toe nails are coming off one by one. Am I lacking of calcium or are my killer heels contributing to this phenomenon?

RIP

A fully utilised Sunday, that's what today was like. But everything just went with the flow as I did not plan for today to be as exciting as this.

Well, not quite exciting. Something fishy has gone on in my fish bowl today. All my fishes have died suddenly without any known reasons. At 4 in the morning, they were all normally swimming in the bowl and the next thing I know, three have died. It was really upsetting because they were all fine before this. The final fish joined the others later in the afternoon and that's the end of my responsibility as a fish owner.

Sometimes I wonder whether it is any different to take care of a cat instead of fishes. I have dreamt about petting a cat and only waiting for the right opportunity to realise my dream. But after this experience, I fear that I may only manage to keep the cat alive for just more than two weeks. And somehow to kill a cat is more scary looking than to kill some small fishes.

Worries put aside. Earlier, I took my brother for some games of bowling. We managed to attract some attention from this middle aged lady on the next lane who seemed so impressed with my brother's bowling skills. Once he scored a strike (he has the potential to be better than me, who is surprised?) and the lady pointed to my brother and said to her friends, "Oooh, did you guys see that? That little boy just scored a strike!". It also took me by surprise because the ball he threw often hit the side barriers which prevent the ball to enter the longkang, making a zig zag line and finally hit the pins at the centre and knocked all ten pins! Some luck. Whereas, I have sprained my wrist (which I nearly called my ankle!) while I was throwing the disgustingly oily bowling ball.

Because I am very very particular about my physique, I decided to run around the park just before breaking fast. I then only realised how much energy I had when I was fasting and it was not impressive at all. Try doing sit ups when your stomach is empty. You'd stop doing it after the fifth time because you'd be embarassed that your empty stomach is singing out loud while you are struggling with the sit ups.

And here I am still working on my new physical challenge which has yet to be revealed.