Exercise Attempts

Yesterday i passed a muffin store and a little sign caught my eye.

'Cheese & Pumpkin Seed Muffin'

T'was coated with grey seeds all over the top.


Oh i don't know about you but i'd rather have the pumpkin in my muffin, thank you.


Swam the other day to attempt combat against the evil Fats.
But I cannot seem to keep up the regime of swimming (I mean REALLY swimming, no soaking) on a 3-times-a-week routine.....................
Everyday after work all i want to do is to plop down on my bed or couch and sink into oblivion watching tv.
Even the bf is jogging everyday! And i cannot even bring myself to go outside to the pool.
I am just being such a fatty it just kills me.





And then yesterday I attempted my first ever REAL run/jog after what, 7 years?
Don't think i've done this ever since leaving Crescent. That school made every one of us run every single day! And you would have guessed it - one of its 2 specialty sport is long-distanced running. GAhh! I hated mass runs in the morning and PE runs just before recess.

I haven't gotten out my running shoes since i attained freedom.
See i never mustered enough motivation to get me changed into my running gear even.

So yesterday was really a surprise to even myself. I woke up early morning and just felt like running! So i phoned darling to wait for me after work so we could do it together.

So yes we headed down to the running track and you know what? I ACTUALLY still have a bit of stamina left in me. I thought the most i could master was 800m and then i'll stop and die on the spot. But i actually did 1.6km at one go and was still alive and kicking! Darling said i did good! No stopping! (Sorry no pictures. I looked extremely gross and sweaty and anyway, did not bring anything on me for the run.)

But i realised the effects about 3 minutes after i was done. While Darling continued on, i was left alone at the side. Chest pains were sharp, and the nausea and the breathing was shallow. Tried to control everything but the nausea was hard. Felt like puking up right there. And then when Darling was done, he came over and exclaimed that i had turned all white! Haha...

He asked me why i had forced myself to run so much at one go at my first attempt after so long. I told him it was because if i had stopped after 1 or 2 rounds, i was afraid he would have laughed at me real bad. So i just carried on.

Well, that was half the truth. The other half was that while i was actually running, it didn't feel that bad. As in, i wasn't like struggling or tired or dying. It actually felt quite good. So i just went on. It was only after i had stopped for 3 minutes that i started to regret pushing myself in my first attempt.


But all's well, sighting im still alive and typing this post. My joints and muscles are all aching. My legs are wobbly like jelly. The result of NOT EXERCISING FOR SO LONG. Haha! Better get into the exercise regime fast.


P/S: I am starting to think now running yesterday wasn't such a good idea because now my legs are too wobbly to go on my PLANNED shopping spree today. Have to settle for a light one now =(

Scene from Unborn

There is a scene in movie Unborn where the lead girl gets into the ladies' room at a club and gets haunted by evil spirits. It was a chronic thing, not one-off.
She's puking up at the porcelain throne and things start to get whoosy.
She's seeing all these wriggly slug-like feelers emerging thru nooks and crannies of the walls, and ginormous bugs swarming out from cracks and drain-holes. She panics.
Then things start to crumble and the whole place looks like a hurricane of poo went through it. She gets slightly delirious.
She sees the spirit of her dead mother emerging from a cubicle and pointing at her. She screams and backs into a wall with said bugs and slug-feelers closing in on her.

Then boyfriend and bestie barge in from outside to save her from.... nothing, apparently.

From the moment door was swung open, everything seemed to be as normal as can be. 'Cept for the fact that she's on the floor pressed against a relatively clean wall and screaming away at voidness. She's talking in circles and babbling away about what she saw and we briefly catch a 'sigh...she's at it again' look on her sidekicks' faces, before melting into patronising concern gazes.

And once again, for the upteenth time in the flick, boyfriend and bestie don't believe her and subsequently think along the lines of her gone bonkers.
But we, as the audience, know better that there IS something evidently haunting her.
Quite obviously the reason being this, is a horror flick we're all paying to watch.

But ya know, I was thinking about this...
Usually when things like that happen to an individual, ppl who aren't the designated victim won't be able to see or experience those of the victim's.
How many ppl are being sent to mental institutions in situations like these?
How can we be sure someone is REALLY crazy and everything he sees is merely hallucinations?
Who's to say there isn't really 'something else' in the void he's pointing at that's right beside you?

There isn't a test & prove method to analyse if this guy is REALLY being haunted and freaking out BECAUSE THERE REALLY ARE THINGS AROUND HIM TO FREAK OUT ABOUT.
Yup so when these ppl are finally deemed as a hopeless wreak of nutty nuts after some time of counselling in vain, he gets shipped out in a straight-jacket headed straight out for a white cushioned boxy room.

I think that's bad. Like he's gonna be strapped down on a bed or the very least locked inside a confined area and these things are STILL HAPPENING within that room (and we can't see it of course). So the poor soul gets tortured into a bottomless pit of madness with each progessing day until come a time when you look into his eyes and all you see are orbs of blankness staring past you into the distance.

Now, im not saying that EVERYONE there's like that. But yea could there be a possiblity that a great percentage of these people could be going through this suffering fate?

Sigh, strange are the thoughts that flicker by when watching movies.
Strange AND depressing.

I am a Christian and I do believe that there are evil spirits lingering around us.
I just pray each day that things like that won't EVER EVER happen to my loved ones and I. EVER.

Clara says SORRY!!!

OH BOY how do i start this....

It has been almost 7 months since i last entered anything into this abandoned blog of mine. I promised to keep it going.... but looks like there's a big lapse there. I am so so sorry. Really.


Can you see my heart, crying and sad? Please forgive me....


I've been just too bummed out to blog or do up pictures in the night ever since i started on my current job beginning October last year. See, my weekends are usually burnt with Darling on Saturdays, and Family on Sundays.

Job-wise;-
I'm presently a Legal Secretary at a medium-sized law firm of about 80+ or so lawyers and staff added up. My department is Litigation and therefore, you can imagine the amount of work and perseverance put into such a busy department.
It has been a really trying position for me but im glad to say that im still hanging on. This job has really pushed my limits and patience to a level i did not know existed within me. It has also given me quite a lot of opportunities to learn and experience certain things and actually, amidst all the frustration and pissed-offness i make verbal to myself every waking morning before heading off to work, I'm secretly thankful for this chance given to me.




While i'm still young, i'm being taught, and i learn.
Youth is my best asset and I shall work this asset to the best that it can be.

I guess there is a time for everyone to grow up.
I can't always be sheltered under Daddy's & Mummy's umbrellas. I can't always be sliding back into the shell of family income to support me once things get tough and rough. I can't always have this da-xiao-jie temper and pride that i've always had and keep throwing in the towel when things aren't going my way.
Give & take.

I need to grow up. And my job is teaching me how to a step at a time.

I don't think there has been a single day that i've left work at exactly 5.30PM when it's said to be the end of the working day. I seem to be OT-ing every day... But actually i dont really mind that much if i haven't got anything on later. In fact, being busy makes time past so fast it doesn't even feel like i've been there very long.

But i must say, the worst part of working is WAKING UP EARLY.
Being waken up by the alarm so early in the morning.
Doesn't matter how early i sleep the night before, it's just so hard to wake up early!
OH how i detest that. Period.


Darling;-
We have been fine and dandy, pretty much as before with a few squabbles here and there. I think we're also getting significantly less romantic when we're together. Need to work on it. Don't want a point of time to come when our romance life is a big fat zilch. So, we've been together for a year and 7 months, and in a week, it will be a year and 8. Wowers for time passing so fast.

Neways, last i said he's become an Air Force Regular. Currently just after the SISPEC course and he is one tall, big, fit and muscular darling. Really strong, really muscular. And as usual, he's super proud of it.
Let me show you a picture of him smirking about it:-




Yups. So i've had like plentiful stuff happening to me within this time. But because my memory fails me these days, i cannot be tracing everything back so i'd prolly spend the next few entries dictating or rather, picture-dictating some of the stuff i bothered to take pictures of over the months. Some, i cannot remember when, and some aren't even special. There was a pretty long period of time i even stopped taking pictures all together, hence with the minuscule number of pictures, i cannot make it up to you.

All in all, I will try hard to blog because i don't want my life to be lost in some back room of my brain labeled 'FORGOTTEN'. Also, blogging give me reason to snap pictures of myself & the ppl around me. My camera is rusting! hahas...

Aights, need to take a bath. The weather has really really been murderous for the last few months. Gahhhh!