[rrrunning] RCH 14-3-10

hello, I'm rr...rrruning tomorrow. It's for a good charity *chants* Chants even louder* to myself. Man, I'm so nervous and loading on carbs tonight, that is the only positive thing about this run. Lol, good reason to pig out, no? Listening to Beyonce's version of Ave Maria playing on the background, I know the cost of a losing hand, she sings. I hear ya sister! I need the grace of God for tomorrow... and so do many, many other kids out there. Here it is, Run for the Kids [RCH]  It breaks my heart when I read about kids with cancer, constant pangs of pain because they are so young and they should have so many more years ahead of them to look forward to. I remember experiencing death of two very, very close people in my life, one was 7 year old little boy and the other was my grandma. The intense memory of the period leading up to their deaths are still very much etched close to my heart, the vivid play of events that took part I cannot forget.  I  acknowledge that I have a problem letting people in.. voila Maybe the crux to my commitment phobia could be the fear of losing them.

Anyway, the Run is for a good cause, a cause that keeps Hope going. As long as there are good people out there who're willing to spend their Sunday mornings running and those who're willing to donate to watch runners like me torment ourselves; the world IS a better place this Sunday, 14th March.

Btw, I detest cancer with a passion. It's a diabolic and cruel disease that kills its victims gradually, physically then proceed to a roller coster of emotionally demolishing the very essence of who they are.
If only I was disciplined enough to persevere through biomedical research, I would have walk through the cancer research path - cure for cancer.

At This very moment, I feel like I can finish the 14ks, I feel like I need to complete it for him... for all the kids out there going through what he was faced with. That the pain, muscle aches and sores would all be worth it when I cross the line.

Wish me luck. xx

p/s - the choice of pic: Serenity = running? ;) I dunno, I'm so random sometimes. But hell, this is my blog, my world and I'm the queen of cards.

the streets of malacca

we were walking along the straits a.k.a streets of malacca and you asked me, "Why does my voice pitch gets higher and my usually soft spoken demeanour change to a domineering, firm, presidential tone when I deliver my country sorta speech?' I laughed it off because it seem pretty funny the way you phrase it at that time. But today when that question pops up, I'd tell you it's because of my Malaysianness, every inch of me. Its like why you watch footy when there's 22 guys on the field fighting for a ball? 11 guys kicking a ball equals skills therefore equals interesting. 22, hhmm, steep :)

g'nite melbourne. eli is trying to catch some zees

2007?

Looking back @ this, I do remember being naively happy, unrestrained and free. Being on holiday, I was there with there with happyness. People call it a constant pursuit, sometimes, my workmates, they refer to it as a work-life balance? It's 1.45 a.m. here and I wish I could sleep, but my thoughts are as clear as day. Insane thoughts like wanting to swim at the bay, let the waves craddle the storm in my head away. Not that I should have a lot to worry about, I guess in a way? Wishing to achieve, to contribute to a bigger purpose or cause is not a worry... it's a want. Jebus, I'm freaking 27, should I not be thinking about settling down? Getting married to the right person, have kids like my siblings did?? Why the constant unsettled vibes?
Maybe it's the options, too many options and opportunities the world presents itself to us gen-yers that keeps us unsettled. Forever on our feets, chasing and running after with the wind towards the end of the rainbow for each our pot of gold. Again, happyness... in many, many forms. In many ways, our parents may have had it right, they had a sole or (as I love to refer it as) soul purpose to provide and protect for the children and a strongly etched sense of duty to the family. My dad, he used to whisper, remember your roots, girl. I will, dad, I will.

[1st post] El-wood, St Kilda

right, so here is where I begin... my journey in writing. I asked myself, why write, why now? I guess all those years of moving, of packing and unpacking, of making and losing relationships, of building new friendships and letting go of old ones. My reflections and memories of life it seems so important to just let them lose along within the fragments of time, till they will indeed, one day become just a faded figment of memory... or just an imagination. Most importantly, I write to remember the core of my soul, to remember that I once came from a the mineral rich land (tanah laterit) of Malaysia, where my blood runs within its soil (tanah tumpahnya darahku). Yet, my perspectives are splashed with the quirkiness of Melbourne because she has since etched herself to part of my soul. In my own kooky way, I guess I will write through a pair of Melburnian's eyes from a Malaysian lass's heart.

23.2.10 @ 10:42pm We have now been living in Elwood for close to 3 weeks now. It's a gorgeous area, with atypical, very alternative crowd. I love the walks to St Kilda beach which takes me only about 20 mins, depending on my walking pace, obviously. Though, I do miss the massive green-ous space in Parkville and the convenient walks to the parks and work. But, ah well life goes on, as the good book says. Its summer still, so the sun is as gorgeous, although the fickleness of the weather is very much a blow to my day before attire planning! Shakespeare would have made a finite comparison of the women's temperament in his sonnet to the Melbourne weather.

So, there goes. Alas, I do have some attire planning to do tonight. There are back to back meetings tomorrow, seeing that the State's election is coming up soon and ah, politicians are trying to get into our good books. But, more about that later. Goodnight.

Signs off,
xx eli