A Surreal Passing..

Only today did I find out about the passing of Puan Raden Galoh. She passed away eleven days ago. So caught up was I in worldly things that I forgot to google her progress for two weeks now.

I've been reading her blog for a very long time and always, always say a doa for her everytime I visit the blog.

Now she's gone to a better place. InsyaAllah.

Al-Fatihah to an amazing soul. Subhanallah, indeed life is so surreal-ly short.

11 km Completed!

Yippeeyayyy yeaaaaaa!

I did it! Praise Allah! I finished in 1 hour 40 minutes.

Yes yes small fry for seasoned marathoners I'm sure. But for a twice-operated, temporarily-wheelchair-dependent Scoliosis patient such as I, it is a hugeeeeeeee deal. MasyaAllah.

Thank you God for good health and strength. Thank you for legs that can walk. Thank you for a rattle-free implant-free spine that now allows me to run when the urge hits. My gratitude is indescribable.

Now onto the next thing to aim for..

The Penang Marathon!

Baby Baby

I do. not. like. it when people ask me when we'd be having our number two.

A second child lah, that is.

A good friend with bigger fertility problems than mine used to reply.. "Esok! Esok aku keluarkan sebijik baby, tengok lah nanti!" with a wink and a smile so convincing, you'd never imagine the pain in that heart every time the question was asked.

Fertile people do not know the pain that infertility causes. They can say they do, but in all honesty, they. really. don't.

But in the meantime, I'll be saying this a lot, I can imagine.

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow I'll pop a baby out, you just see!"

Secret Suffering of a Gym Mum

Dear Gym-Goers,

We're all humans. All of us, each and every one, with no exception whatsoever. And being human, we all sweat. When it's warm and we're working out, we sweat.

That is stating the obvious.

So please. Please please please, all gym-goers...

I plead this.

Please make sure you wear deodorant before you work out.

You may feel that you don't smell when you sweat. That your body does not let out unwanted odours when sweating profusely. That your body is not genetically pungent. That deodorant is an evil weakness and not what mother nature or your body needs. But please face this little piece of reality....

None of us is special. None of us is spared when it comes to odours and sweat.

When you lift up an arm to wipe your face dry with a gym towel, subsequently letting out a whift of your underarm aromas..

Think of the reality of your normality.

So please...

Use deodorant.

Thank you.

Yours Most Most Most Sincerely,

Suffering Odour-Smeller.

Nervous

I will be walking alone this 25th July for the Orange Run. Well, for the most part that is. H will be there but hullo... he's a runner. I'm a walker.

Bleah...

11 km is "small fry" for seasoned marathoners. I, my friends, am not a seasoned marathon runner. Sure I go to the gym four to five times per week, but will that be enough?

Boleh ke ni...??



Nervous, nervous, nervous!

Woosa......... Orange Run Here I Come

Another item in this month's to-do list!



Woot woot! If I complete this one, I'm buying meself a pair of skinny jeans!

11 km's probably not a big deal to anyone else.. but for a girl who used to slipped away during the yearly school Jogathon through an alley that leads straight into a buddy's mom's kitchen... this IS a huge deal, y'alls.

Orange Run, here I come! Err.. although I'd most probably be walking.. or skipping, at the most. Hee..

Deactivating FB

Today, just a minute ago, I deactivated my FB account.

It felt good. It felt like a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders.

Ah bliss.

I have my own reasons to deactivate the account of course, but it hit me with full-force reality today that I've been online for more than half my life and I am sick of online politics. Ain't it enough that real-life politics can drag you down and challenge your beliefs? As one gets older, why must one subject oneself to unnecessarily added politics and stress that can be easily avoided with one button.

"DEACTIVATE ACCOUNT".

Done.

The Desire to Move On

Lately I've been feeling out of sorts.

Not that my life isn't happy. It truly is. I'm blessed with two exceptionally loving boys that are sensitive to my feelings and try hard to make me happy, always.

But there's something missing that I can't put a finger on.

Maybe its Gibran's hernia surgery coming up next week.

Maybe its the kitchen floor that never looks as clean as I like it to be even after being scrubbed endlessly by yours truly.

Maybe it's the fact that I workout so hard but only lose so little, in my opinion.

Or maybe I've been home too long and need a getaway somewhere.

Not of the holiday sort....

More like the moving sort.

Yeah I'm talking about moving away from here. This city. This country. This life and its tiresome, sickening politics.

Maybe humans are truly nomadic in nature. Maybe we weren't meant to stay in one place too long.


The place my heart misses.