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November 4, 2009

I was so delighted to find detailed info on my Great Eastern Women’s 10k run here!

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Because 52% of all participants finished ahead of me and 48% behind me, I suppose it’s safe to say my performance that day was average. I’m fairly satisfied, given that I wasn’t really fully prepared. Before the race, I went the distance only twice – 8k and 10k, and that was it.

But I’m not so much about the timing, although it does matter to me a certain degree. I joined this time to challenge myself to do it alone, which I did in a decent timing, a bonus.

I would have been even more alone if the boyfriend didn’t come along for moral support. So thank you! And also for being my personal baggage deposit, heh. <3

So what’s next?


Attack of the jitters.

October 31, 2009

Last year it rained the night before the army half marathon. And now it’s raining the night before my 10k race. It’s happening again – the cold and clammy uneasiness, the jitters. I wonder how many races I’ll have to join before this feeling evaporates.

I hope it stops raining soon.


We’ll be back after these messages.

September 29, 2009

If there’s one thing I absolutely dread about Eid, it’s the fatigue. And that exam around the corner isn’t helping either.

Be back soonest.


If you were just wondering.

September 7, 2009

I was inspired by Shyanne of the practicality of a birthday wishlist.

  1. Lanvin Rumeur II or Juicy Couture’s Viva La Juicy
  2. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
  3. MAC lipglass in Lust or Revealing. Or anything from MAC, really.
  4. Puffy eye serum
  5. Exfoliating body scrub
  6. Brown leather belt
  7. Flats in size 7
  8. Omega-3 DHA 1000mg fish oil (soft gel capsules)
  9. A haircut or colour
  10. A black/tan/grey slim fit cardigan
  11. A running tee or sports bra

Needless to say, I wouldn’t love you less if you didn’t get me anything, any of these, or if you got me something else.

<3


Byebye beeflover.

September 7, 2009

The prospect of getting old is becoming more and more real as the health concerns pile up. I worry that I’m having the worst bout of arthritis since eight years ago, I worry about the hint of varicose vein on the back of my leg that someone pointed out to me and now, I have to worry about being at high risk of getting heart diseases and stroke because of high cholesterol. And I worry that my worrying will age me even further before time.

Sometimes I can’t help feeling like I’m trapped in the body of an ailing 80-year old. There are so many things I’ve yet to accomplish, and I just wonder how long this body can keep up.

The results from a recent health screen revealed that my cholesterol levels are atrocious. To give you a rough idea, these were the given ranges to classify your LDL (bad cholesterol) level: optimal, desirable, borderline high, high, very high. And mine, without giving so much as a warning, falls immediately under the very high range.

To be honest, I was half expecting this. Not because I’ve been thrashing my diet and eating with wild abandon, but rather, because of genetics. See, my mother suffered a mild stroke not too long ago because of high LDL levels. A chunk of the cholesterol deposits lining her arteries broke away and traveled to her heart and then to her brain, where, thankfully it dispersed into smaller pieces. Had it not dispersed, that chunk could’ve blocked blood supply to her brain, causing brain damage. Following the stroke, my mother was referred to a dietitian. Not surprisingly (because I know how my mom eats), the dietitian found nothing wrong with her diet, and even commended her for eating healthy. So what was contributing to the high cholesterol? We got to know through tests later that by default, my mom’s liver was producing more bad cholesterol than the average person. The doctors warned that it’s possible for this characteristic to be genetic, and recommended to have us children checked as well.

I’m genuinely wary. The possibility of things going awry is very near and real, not only because my own mother had a brush with stroke, but also because my cholesterol level isn’t far off from my mother’s when she suffered it. And so now for the sake of health, I’m forced to significantly reduce or at best, forgo foods high in saturated fats (or high cholesterol foods as they call it). I don’t mind cutting back on other high cholesterol foods, but it’ll be like giving up the world to give up red meat and cheese. Everything that tastes so good I could die has beef and/or cheese in it. Pizza, pasta, dengdeng, black pepper steak, oreo cheesecake, the list is infinite!

Contrary to popular belief, you don’t have to be overweight to have high cholesterol. It has more to do with what you eat than how much you eat it. But if you eat high amounts of foods high in saturated fats, then needless to say that accounts for it too.

Exercise, unfortunately, cannot lower LDL levels. It can only increase your HDL level (the good cholesterol). So there really is no other way to lower your LDL levels except to take to a stringent diet or take cholesterol lowering medication.

I’ve lost a bit of faith in medicine, though. I used to have high regard for doctor’s medicine, I used to think it would take care of everything. But I’ve come to believe strongly about the side effects that come with medicine. And I’ve experienced this myself in arguably the most painful scenario of my life yet. Back in secondary school when I was diagnosed with arthritis, I saw a specialist and he gave me some medicine. Then, only a few joints were affected, but after taking the medication which were supposed to relieve me, my other joints which weren’t affected started to swell as well. This significantly affected my mobility. Simple everyday tasks became excruciating and difficult. This went on for a number of months and in the end I got so fed up popping so many pills a day that I just stopped. Miraculously after that, I got better on my own and I didn’t pop a single pill to relieve my arthritis for eight years.

I’m not completely taking an anti-medicine stand here — I’m now on steroids to relieve my arthritis that has decided to resurface after eight years. But I alternate it with natural supplements. What I’m saying is I think we shouldn’t be a hundred percent dependent on medicine, especially long-term medication. There are other natural alternatives we can look to, and they don’t come with side effects. The most recent and personal success story I can think of is that of my own mother. Some time ago she decided to stop her cholesterol medication. Not only were they incredibly expensive, they didn’t seem to lower her levels significantly. So she looked to natural alternatives, and began taking a fibre supplement called BioGreen. A few months into it, she had her cholesterol checked, and it went from ‘very high’ to ‘high’. This might not seem like much, but it is in fact great progress because my mother’s cholesterol level has never budged from the very high range, even with medication.

Ignorance is bliss, so I suppose that’s the reason the idea of going for general medical checkups don’t even cross most our minds. You feel jolly and fit as a fiddle, so why go looking for things to worry about? Admittedly it wasn’t until my company held a complimentary basic health screening that I was reminded how important it is to know the status of our own health.

Sure, some things in life are better left to chance. But health definitely isn’t one of them.


Letter to God.

August 22, 2009

Dear God,

Please grant me peace this Ramadhan, because there’s only so much agony I can take.


Dissin’ Donuts

August 11, 2009

What a catastrophic mistake it was to explore ION Orchard decked in heels. Well to be fair I went there to look for something specific, but who would’ve known I’d end up exploring the MASSIVE shopping haven?

Ok quit eyeballing me already.

Thank god my shoes didn’t give me blisters considering the fact that I’m very blister prone. I’m so blister prone I make sure I keep band aids handy in my wallet all the time. But really, how does one condition her feet to be able to wear heels often, and over long periods of time? It’s self-torture, really — the price you pay to look just a wee bit nicer.

Anyway ION Orchard is mad huge! I spent possibly almost than two hours on half the ground floor and the basement alone. I’ll resume my quest to scour every ion nook and cranny another time. You never know what gems you might find.

By the way, the Dunkin’ Donuts there suck big time. Here’s a face to go with it.

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Disgusting? Yep, just the word to describe their donuts.

Aleena.

July 22, 2009

I’m not a fan of burger king, but I had my first taste of their taro pie yesterday and boy was it gooooood. Especially when it’s hot. Just thinking about it now makes me want to get one. Or two. Honestly I don’t mind three either (because they’re just so damn bloody small).

But I digress.

I met the adorablest baby ever yesterday. And I mean, EVER. She made me drop my pie. Aleena was the epitome of a doll. Little curly locks of fine hair framed her round face which had the rosiest cheeks you could bite off, and bright, sparkling brown eyes that revealed a thick fan of long lashes when she closed her eyes to imitate my winking at her. But most of all, it was her winning personality that engulfed me in a cloud of fuzzy warmth. Aleena was like a hug you never want to let go.

I wanted to take her home! Or at least follow her back to Pakistan.

It took me every ounce of  my strength not to end up in jail for kidnapping. Or stalking, for that matter.

I couldn’t leave without taking her with me. And so I did.

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Coyly posing for the camera

Pictures don’t even come close to the real Aleena, who kept trying to turn around to wink at me so much by attempting to stand in her stroller that her mother turned it around completely so that she could face me. She didn’t do a good job mimicking my wink, but still over-managed to look so cute I could die.

Oh, Aleena. <3


Putting the C in “Random”.

June 8, 2009

I haven’t felt it yet but I’m without a doubt the zzz monsters will come and get me after lunch. The superintendent has come and gone from work, and I wonder why many a time we worry so much over something that later turns out to be easy peasy. Of course there’s no way of knowing that beforehand, but I suppose sometimes it’s a good thing the fear of the unknown keeps us on our feet.

My dad is back from his colleague’s wedding in Chennai, but I’m unabashedly more thrilled about the books he’s managed to get me. He says books there are much, much cheaper, although quality is inevitably a tad compromised. Nevermind, I’ll read them first then buy better quality versions of my favourites here to add to my collection.

And really, at the rate I’m blowing my nose, I believe I can actually develop washboard abs. Which works just as well because I was just thinking about hitting the beach.

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One of my cacti has grown from cute to an ugly, phallic-resembling….thing. No offense to guys, I’m just saying a cactus looks better as a cactus.


Ramblings of a sick person.

June 6, 2009

What a prankster life can sometimes be.

The moment the clock struck 5 on Friday, the throat started to itch and the nose started to run. I’d had a power-packed Saturday planned: a run in the morning, riding the tides of the GSS in the afternoon, possibly a mani-pedi, then dinner at birthday boy Sham’s house. It would’ve been a lil’ reunion of my vsc poly mates.

Instead, I slept most of the day. My waking hours were spent making sure there was a constant supply of hot water – I have this idea that drinking hot water somehow helps to kill the sorethroat-causing bacteria in the throat. I might be wrong, but whatever – as long as it works, and it does! It’s much much much much better now than it was this morning. So I don’t really bother with Strepsils anymore. I peed a lot too, and bored myself to death surfing channels. TV on Saturdays is so….ugh.

And even if by some stroke of good luck I recover tonight, Sunday isn’t going to be much fun either. I’d planned to do some research for my project and have an early night because I’m to accompany mom fetch dad from the airport at 5.30 Monday morning. And the cherry on top? Having to report to work earlier than usual on a friggin’ Monday.

If I get through Monday unscathed, it would be a damn miracle.