Thanks to Atie for the tagging game again, the Perfect Guy. The rules are simple:

I've promised myself that I need to change, eat better, take care of my body and be healthy (fine, nak lose weight jugak..). But yesterday, out of...Let's not say boredom, but out of a stressful day with loads of meetings, I went out for lunch with K.Naj and there! I had a plate of chicken rice (fine, nasi lebih..) and a plate of otak-otak. Obviously that's not the way to lead a 'healthy' life, the way I was supposed to be heading in the first place, right?!

I didn't regret or anything. My ego was wayyyyy too 'eksyen' to admit that what I had was too much.

I went to the gym that evening (yes, don't make that face. I'm going back to my gym routine). On the treadmill, I was thinking about the damn chicken rice and extra rice and otak-otak, I realized how weak I was. Damn!! What have I done?! I broke my own promise?!

I started off the first 5 minutes for warm-up and the next 10 minutes for my power walk. Then for the whole 40 minutes, I jogged. It was alright, just like during college life, standard takings' season, or before major basketball tournament. However, the last 5 minutes on the jogging mode, I suddenly felt like giving up. I got no energy to run no more, my legs felt like they were about to come off, my heart just missed a beat and honestly, I was determined to give up..and 3 minutes left. 3 minutes but it felt like it was a long way to go! I almost cried. It all came in a sudden. I wanted to give up but with 3 minutes left, why should I? It was a battle between my own self and my will; a part of me just wanna give up but a part of me reminded me the chicken rice I've consumed earlier.

I managed to complete my 40 minutes jog, after 5 minutes to cool down, I grabbed my towel and stood at a corner, trying to catch my breath and at the same time, trying to pull myself together. I wanted to cry so badly for 2 reasons: I almost gave up but I managed to fight back and the second reason, the weak side of me just wanted to cry for not giving up that last 5 minutes. Talk about self conflict..sure Dr.Aisyah (the owner) ingat, gilo ko apo budak gemuk ni? But serves me right, padan muka. Rasakan punishment for eating that chicken rice and otak-otak. Huhuh..

One thing I don't like about me going to the gym or working out is that I'd get these muscles in my legs first. I'd feel too boyish or masculine in a way. There'd be no drastic changes on the upper body and abdoment, no matter how hard I focused on them. How aa??

'Jangan Tegur'..yes, it's a creepy movie; not great but good sense of suspense but with such poor performances by the actors. And it's getting lame when they're starting to use the same similar title, by the same writer and director.

One thing for sure though, watched it with your close friends and you'll be laughing away (dalam ketakutan), with additional scripts and background comments. Hahaha..

What's next?

Wolverine? Terminator Salvation? Looking forward for those..

It's a new obsession, I got to admit.

If it has been years me being a shoe-addict, I think I just found out my new addiction..tabloid magazines.

It started off with the innocent, affordable magazines like Cleo, Woman's Weekly and even HOT!..but as I stepped into the working world, I'm more interested with the other magazines which I usually curi-curi baca in the MPH or whatever. I looked at the glossy tabloid magazines such as US Weekly or Star, People and even Famous..I started to feel like I got to have them. The pictures are just too nice and the gossips in it are just too good to let go!

Let me tell you my routine. Usually I'll look at the magazines on the stands and compare which has the best + juicies gossip, then I'll compare the prize. Sometimes I'd miscalculated as my thoughts just play some tricks on me, claiming that the one you're paying more has more and better gossips than the other (yeah, blame it on the mind and Math).

After purchasing the beautiful magazine, I'd make sure I have nothing else to do coz I need all my focus and attention to the magazine. First thing I'd do is that I'll go through page by page, just run through to see the glossy pictures of celebrity being candid or celebrities dressed up, in such beautiful clothes and flawless make-ups. After all that, then I'd read the articles/ gossips/ news or whatever you'd call it, BUT starting from the back. I have this bad habit, what else can I say. Just the last few pages, then I'd turn and read the front.

I'd be reading it over and over again, imagining what its like. My fingers would run through the pages of fashion as if I could touch the fabric and the material of the dress. It'd feel so..real and soothing. Reading the latest news of what's happening to Jen Aniston, its like I know her or something. I'm like in my own world, peaceful and it's so..magical. Hahah..

What about you? What makes you feel like you're in your own little world? Don't be shy coz everyone has their own obsession, that's for sure. I've confessed mine. What's your story?

It was like Amazing Race.

I was running while dragging my luggage, just didn't care whose legs got knocked with it. I just need to get in but the check-in counter was closed, 15 minutes ago. I tried to talk to the dude (well, not even a dude, he was wearing too much gloss and blusher..diva~) and almost to the point I wanted to beg but it didn't work. Ok, fair enough. I had to admit, I was late.

Went to the ticket counter to change for the next flight; fully booked. The earliest flight she can give me, tomorrow at 1.40pm for RM 350++. I rolled my eyes. That's crazy! But I need to be back! Dad's gonna kill me if he knew what happened. He's been texting me, asking me what I wanted for breakfast and how Mom has been planning to ask me to drive her for a few errands (knowing Mom, errands actually means Kedai Emas Wan Zah, murtabak raja Nik Yoh, tailor Che Yah, ayam percik etc).

I was sweating, not because of the running but because of panic-attacks. There was a couple who came after me, arrived from Bandung lastnight and had been at LCCT at 6am, they too missed it. The husband asked me what was my plan and if possible they wanna go with me, I looked at him. Alamak ai bang, berharap kat saya ke? Fine, sama-sama orang German. I called up MalaysianAirlines and the earliest flight out to KB was at 10am and it was also fully booked. Wadefff?? Why is everybody going to KB today this early!? Next flight is at 3pm and it has been delayed to 3.30pm. I quickly booked 3 tickets,(RM 300 for one way) and we shared a cab to KLIA for the next flight. The wife (I didn't get their names pon..) was really friendly, really sisterish-style, kept on thanking me (not that I paid for the tix).

So, 8 hours at KLIA? It was alright. I sat in the bookshop for the first 2 hours, later moved on to the Surau for a nap (x sia2 didikan kat kolej dulu..) And now, I'm home..home sweet home.

And they call it April Fool's Day..it was, kindda. Dad kept on calling and all I told him was that the flight was delayed from 7.30am to 11am, later at 11am I texted him and told him it was delayed til 3pm. I didn't tell him about the I-was-late-and-missed-the-flight part, kau gila?! He kept on babbling about crappy Fireflyz is and I just kept quiet! Hahah..I didn't correct him, just let him assumming that I was with Fireflyz (I told him a month ago that my flight is AirAsia). What a joke!

I reached KB and Mom reported what Dad did. He called up my brother to check on me, he called the Security Department in Subang Airport to check if I've board the plane. He asked Mom to check the airport washroom to see if I was there. He was pissed off, but actually worried. How sweet~~ I looked at him, him with that grin on his face..malu la tu for being gelabah.


He kept on babbling whatever but Mom and I just kept on laughing. Oh, Dad. You're such a sweetie. I love you too..

What a day. I wanna sleep now. Super tired. Too much action. Hahah..