It sometimes surprises me that I still run. When I was 10, a teacher 'forced' me into running a 400 metres race, with no training whatsoever. It was also visually obvious that I did not have the physique for running. I loved my food dearly and resembled a barrel. Race day came, I struggled all … Continue reading I’m Still Running…
I turned 38 a couple of days ago and to be completely honest, I was pretty depressed. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I was nearing 40. FOR-TY. FOUR DECADES. I felt I hadn't quite 'achieved' enough in my 38 years of existence. But when I asked myself what I was expecting … Continue reading Can I pretend it’s not my birthday?
A lot has happened in the past few months...my humble running beginnings have morphed into something wonderful. I realised I actually look forward to some of my runs - and a big part of it is down to a group of runners called the Rotherhithe Runners. Started by two seasoned runners, who happen to be … Continue reading My First Running Group: The Rotherhithe Runners
Anyone who knows me, will immediately know how much I adore my sister. Friends, relatives, ex-boyfriends, my husband, my cleaner, my boss, that random guy who sits diagonally across me at work on Wednesdays - I think his name might be Steve or Steven, I'm not exactly sure. If I'm being completely honest (which I am … Continue reading Sisters Forever
...since we moved into our (unfinished) house. It's been hard yards. Especially in the first couple of weeks when all four of us were living in the loft. There was that first night when we didn't have hot water or central heating - we had to shower the girls in our rented flat (good thing … Continue reading It’s been awhile…
I'm no stranger to moving homes. When I was a child, we were always moving from one house to another. My father worked hard but money was scarce. Every year, when our landlord decided to increase the rent, we would pack our bags and move once more. We moved around SS2, SS3, SS4 and Damansara … Continue reading Celebrating the END of 10 Years of Moving Home
There are some days I feel so excited about something that has happened and I can't wait to share it with EVERYONE. IN. THE. WORLD. Then there are days I just want to crawl into my shower and weep the unimaginable heavy tugging I feel in my heart...out. I want someone to know I'm feeling the depths of despair.
So here's the thing. I've always wondered WHERE and WHEN I get my best ideas. In my head, if I could pinpoint the where and when, I would be able to replicate the environment and harvest the best of my ideas. Because let's be honest, for every 1 brilliant idea, there's always about 9 others … Continue reading My Epiphany about My Epiphany
I am most inspired when I run a particular 5km route in the neighbourhood where I grew up. To a passerby, there is nothing visually spectacular about it. However, I ran this route with my father every other day since the age of 15. At times we would run in companionable silence. At other times, … Continue reading My Old USJ Run Route