tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28832870606555151762024-02-20T21:41:33.141+08:00CitizenSierrawhatever whim flutter my way... dang it... when will I be concrete?citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.comBlogger313125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-40943364643434682002020-07-15T17:17:00.002+08:002020-07-15T17:17:36.959+08:00Is blogging still a thing?<br />
There's facebook, instagram, tweeter now. <br />
Who'd want to read a long ass random writings when you can just read 2-3 sentences worth of non-ideas.<br />
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It is 2020.<br />
Covid19 happened.<br />
My dad's stroke happened.<br />
I am suddenly in the now of, "now what?"<br />
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">It is nearing the end of 2019.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Gosh.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I took up calligraphy. Brush lettering. Attended 2 short courses for this.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I took up sports massage level 1 and 2.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I learned how to crochet the Kadazan Siling. Attended a course of this with a few relatives.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Lost weight. People thought I got sick. I sort of.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">I took part in Samoc. Heart wasn't in it. But somehow I got through it.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12pt;">Going to take part in Amac. I pray I will be fine.</span><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Ok. Back to basic. This here is my new toy. A 1kg discus. I think I could do with a new purpose in my sports life. So let's see what I can do with this.citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-31310446864235679722016-07-26T19:33:00.000+08:002016-07-26T19:33:28.536+08:00Half Marathon the IV<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I did my fourth half marathon last Sunday. </div>
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I don't even dare use the word 'run' because I did not run continuously. I jogged and walked and jogged and walked. </div>
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But completed the 21km distance I did. </div>
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3 hours and 21minutes. </div>
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I left my very comfortable bed to start the half marathon at 5am.</div>
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To see if I could.</div>
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And I did.</div>
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Not a fast pace at all.</div>
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<br />citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-37306670754380318672015-01-02T11:04:00.000+08:002015-01-02T11:04:30.137+08:00gambleWaddaya know.. it's 2015.<br />
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Lotsa things happened in 2014.. experiences gained from those planned and sought out. Missed out a few due to time and financial and personal issues.<br />
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Taun kambing. Be good.citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-3756508366004249532014-12-20T22:00:00.000+08:002014-12-28T22:04:41.761+08:00Paragliding @Lohan, Ranau<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We-fie with all who came for the thrill. We were on one of the many take-off zones<br />
designated by the Ranau Paragliders. Behind us lay Ranau Sports Complex and the expanse of<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cikgu Jestinie was one of the pilot that day. We found out that there were supposed to be more<br />
Ranau Paragliders but only 3 were on duty. The others were at Novotel, attending a luncheon<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Janice, who said she was scared of heights, poses with a smile. She was the jolliest of all, laughing<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">aah... the kakak and the adik. Glad she could join that day. Fun kan?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Boy am I glad I have my own action camera. (taken with GoPro Hero 3 Black Edition).</td></tr>
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<br />citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-77957734442980815302014-12-17T20:37:00.000+08:002014-12-17T20:37:06.164+08:00TryAthletePerformance Sportz organised this Community Triathlon Training last weekend. I managed to not allow my head to talk myself out of it and followed my heart to register for it. RM20 only what. I'd be getting a free Isaac water bottle, water supply, bananas and PSZ's service management of the whole thing. I asked Mary, the sweet lady in charge at the counter, whether I could use a mountainbike. She made a quick call to Douglas, who said as far as this training was concerned, I could even bring a Bmx. Cool.<br />
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Come 14th at 3pm I was parked behind the Likas Aquatic Complex. Unloaded my car of my XDS mtb, hitched my bag over my shoulder, put my cycling helmet on my head, and pushed my bicycle over to the entrance. Lo and behold, a few high end bicycles were already parked against one of the walls. I noticed some bicycles had running shoes already prepped neatly under the bicycles. Some had shoes attached to the cycling pedals.. wuuu.. those must belong to a real triathlete. Nice.<br />
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But I was nervous. Nervous and excited all at once. I was finally doing it! Yala.. it wasn't a real triathlon course. But hey.. I was doing it!<br />
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<br />citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-42636240409413538602014-11-20T22:09:00.003+08:002014-11-20T22:09:44.894+08:00Perfect pancakes at 10pm.<br />
Diet disaster.<br />
But what a recipe success!<br />
3 pieces of fluffy mini pancakes with a hot cuppa Vico.citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-59378633970744600072014-08-21T10:16:00.000+08:002014-08-21T10:16:04.918+08:00It has been that long huh?<br />
First race in January didn't turn out well.<br />
been lagging in the fitness aspect of my likes in life.<br />
sucks big time.<br />
<br />citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-25400924690816711602014-01-24T19:27:00.001+08:002014-01-24T19:27:25.817+08:00First race of the year. Dup dap dup dap..scared? Anxious? Excited?<br />
Was I thinking when I decided to sign up for the duathlon? Apparently not. I am not doing both discipline though. Just the cycling part. I think I am almost embarrassed just mentioning it. Why? Because I haven't been faithfully training for it. Other competitors are. But no backing now. Wouldn't want to let down my runner-partner. So race I shall endeavor.citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-29389892226893119232014-01-16T15:18:00.000+08:002014-01-16T15:18:01.002+08:00Tis the season to be thoughtful2014. After 14 years of teaching English, I was reassigned to do Health and Physical Education. And so, my England will soon be going down the ditch.<br />
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Oh. My change of diet had resulted in a much diminished cholesterol reading. So happy was I that I rewarded myself with some sinfully cholesterolly delicious foods. Dang. My spots were clearing up and skin was getting much healthier too. Nemain. Tis January, will slowly return to the healthy foodstyle again.<br />
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But. I am tired. Soul is ailing.citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-24073560427256073542013-12-30T15:07:00.000+08:002014-01-16T15:09:19.789+08:002013 is nearing it's exit. Most would regard this last day of the Gregorian calendar to ruminate (oh sounds so dairy-like), to reflect, to examine, to consider the happenings of the year and perhaps reaffirm a vow to achieve what was not achieved.<br />
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Sure, it's easier to come up with new to-do lists at the start of each year, so as to give the self a chance to actually do something, and be able to put a mark at any successful endeavor. No need laa... everyday's a new day. Taking life one day at a time.<br />
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It has been a year of acquisition for me I think, which, the biggest of all, was acquiring a brand new 4x4 ride. An Isuzu Dmax four wheel drive. I like the feel of almost invincibility it gives when I'm behind the wheel. No more pressing down on the brakes and easing on the speed when I'm going over a bump or potholes on the road. Not so much anyway, I ran over most slight bumps and potholes with my sedan. No more feeling vulnerable when it's raining cats and dogs outside with the wind bending down weeds. Driving has taken a new chapter!<br />
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Still fluttering, still unsure.. what is this life all about?<br />
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Read somewhere that life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself. So, I guess, being creative in living should be tops in my list of purpose in life.citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-91216687998406904962013-09-01T10:16:00.000+08:002013-10-05T10:17:32.644+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am quite delighted with this shot of Amber. The frozen water droplets are wow amazing. A single snap with the HD GoPro made this. Of course the hand blurring the lower left portion of the picture is a bummer but the water effect? I like.<br />
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Oh. This one skodeng from EDY's instagram pic. Yea.. Merdeka Parade in Likas. I decided to try my newly acquired chest-strap for my GoPro. On restrospect, putting GoPro on my chest wasn't a good idea. Putting GoPro(henceforth to be named GP) on my chest didn't give a satisfactory angle. Watching myself maneuver the bicycle handlebar was quite distracting. Next time I should try putting GP on top my helmet.<br />
Oh. This Lintas hormat for bicycle was under the Dewan Bandaraya Kota Kinabalu's Bicycle Club.citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-27339610229432270962013-08-03T21:41:00.002+08:002013-08-03T21:41:43.532+08:00Cheat DayWent to PJ initially to get some tofus. Tofus only. My mistake was going there with a grumbling stomach. The smell of roasted meats and fish was still strong in the air. Iftar was less than an hours time then. Had I been fasting i might not have been tempted so much by the smell. But i wasn't. So, four blocks of tofu were soon in company of a slab of roasted ikan pari, a container of white rice, a tiny portion of rebung masak lemak, and a side order of kerabu brinjal. Cheat day my toochus. <br />
But never de mind, I didn't wallop abis the rice, finished the pari panggang and rebung though. Tomorrow back to my oatmeal breakfast, some mihun soup for lunch, and broiled greens salad for dinner. Lost about ..hmm... let's see.. 4kg since I began my much diminished calorie and hopefully cholesterol intake of diet, 6 weeks ago. 6 more weeks to go before I do another blood test. I haven't touched a single udang and ketam since then. My intake of red meat has also been greatly lessened. Not much oil and goreng-goreng stuff either. <br />
Let's see if I can manage to lower my cholesterol level.<br />
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It was an interesting experience being co-emcee for a singing competition. The committee had tried to a few famous local celebs to do the hosting but because of financial constraints, the plan was scrapped. So, I guess I should feel honored being chosen to be a host.<br />
I had no idea what to wear but I immediately knew I wanted to wear a hairpiece. I went window shopping for something to wear and formulated ideas in my head as I passed by mannequins after mannequins on display. And I also decided I wasn't going to feel unnecessary stress going on stage. I decided I was going to enjoy being the center, well..almost center, of attention.<br />
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So, on the second half of the competition (which was divided into solo and duet), I donned a pink wig. My get up was kind of drab so I thought a little color would liven up the atmosphere.<br />
It did. And I enjoyed my 1 night of fame. And the subsequent few days (can't be patting myself on the back too much, I'd wrench my arms out of their socket if I did) of compliments and admiration for my spunk. Oh well.<br />
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Now I'm not the best of cyclist..yet (yet.. mayhaps I'd grow to be a more competent cyclist). I am not too confident of my motor balance. I don't have any problem getting on one and pedalling off.. however, i have this fear that I would embarrass myself in falling off a bike while applying the brakes to slow down or to stop. Not enough hours put in the cycling process maybe..no practice..therefore no perfecto..<br />
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So far I have joined my friend Freddie on two road cycling outings. I decided to venture out on my own and cycled in the vicinity of my neighborhood. <br />
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The Annual Staff Dinner was held in Grand Borneo 1B on the 2nd November. I did my best scouting for a red dress to wear during the dinner since the theme for this year is Glamorous in Red. Hah.. mine is color closer to orange. This was the only 'safe' design I could find that fit my size.. (cuz dang.. I put on some unwanted pounds)<br />
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I had decided to go to Ramlah's for the make-up and hair. Just felt like looking different that night. And I did look different. With the fake eyelashes and the curled hair, I felt like a retro HongKong artist. :)<br />
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There was lucky draw that night (which I think shouldn't be dubbed so, as all who attended went home with a gift). The only lucky element in the lucky draw was the kind of gift that you won. Some went home with tupperware containers, some with stainless steel cooking pans, hampers (foodstuff) and the most expensive was a night's stay at Berjaya Palace. I went home with a hamper.<br />
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Oh well...citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-86687427819785930902012-10-27T20:13:00.002+08:002012-10-27T20:13:49.614+08:00Moshi moshi<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was really holding on tightly to my purse just now..lest I make purchases of wants rather than needs.. I went into the Nike store and my resolve was almost immediately thrown out the tiny window of wants by this pair of b-e-a-yutiful fuchsia running sneakers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You just bought Ms. Boombastic Blue last month!" I scolded myself, or so I thought..because it sounded more of a consoling tone rather than a reprimand. Smiling at Ms Fun Fuchsia, I left her at her pedestal and went round the store, browsing at other probable items. My purse safely untouched, my feet automatically brought me to Roxy Quiksilver next door. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Hallo miss. This one here buy two free 1. This one buy 2 1 hundred." said the passable good looking lad with the slightly crooked front teeth as he quickly spread his left and right hands by way of pointing over the shirts. He was quite stingy with the smiles. Do I unnerve him with my guise? I was wearing an orange Roxy top, black knee-length pants, my Roxy flip-flops and a red hat. With my handbag slung sideways over one shoulder with the bag sitting snugly on my behind, I knew many would think me as either a Japanese or Korean tourist. I knew he thought so too, which could be the reason why he spoke to me in that version he imagines to be Orang Puteh talk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A bane or a boon? A boon, being in the profession of language </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">teaching</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, being able to distinguish sounds and having to correct them when spoken incorrectly - in class. A bane, having this ability, and having to hear mangled sentences then in that store, and not able to correct it. Mind you, I am not a stuck-up, high and mighty, oh I am the greatest in the universe English speaker. It's just a habit I guess, making correction. I am not so silly as to make grammar correction to everyone who mangles and strangles the Queen's English. And I did understand what Mr. Salesboy meant. So I said, "Ok".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Long story shortened, I didn't get to the counter to make any payments, thank goodness. Guess I overcame my impulses today. Arigatogozaimasu.</span>citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-56116436302077792802012-09-23T17:09:00.002+08:002012-09-23T17:09:51.131+08:00Sporty Saturday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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What was I thinking when I bought this pair of Lunarglide? That they looked dang hot on my feet and that I needed to replace the Adidas pair which was ruined during my trek down Gunung Tapis. Haven't ventured outdoors with these bluesis.. indoor jumps and Zumbas only..citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-44627542288493615462012-06-05T21:24:00.000+08:002012-06-05T21:29:49.168+08:00The Mamutik EpisodeI got my Open Water Diver license in 2005. The underwater world fascinates me so but somehow through lack of planning and perseverance, I've only managed to dive only twice since then. <br />
So, in an effort to revive this interest, I've decided to go to Mamutik Island for a fun dive, tomorrow. <br />
I am almost ashamed of myself. A self-confessed water-baby and I don't make the effort to do justice to this title?<br />
Oooo.. tomorrow's going to be interesting!<br />
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This is a copied image from the net. Mamutik Island, smallest of all 5 Tunku Abdul Rahman Park Islands, and the nearest to the mainland as well.<br />citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-38148747567580051542012-05-30T08:34:00.000+08:002012-05-30T08:40:22.699+08:00Cake MakerCikgu Yus passed me this recipe for steamed choc cake a few weeks ago see.. Raving about how easy it was making this cake and how unbelievably delicious <strike>fattening</strike> the cake was. <br />
I had already mastered Tausa Piang, and so I thought, why not try this steamed cake thingy.. I didn't have an oven (been meaning to get one for ages but hadn't), I didn't have a mixer but I thought I could do with some muscle work and do it the old-fashion way..by beating the hell out of the batter.. So, tried the recipe I did. <br />
Consfood made finding the ingredients so easy...and the recipe itself was..for want of a funner phrase..outrageously easy.<br />
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The steamed Supermoist Choc Cake was DELICIOUS!.. I just couldn't believe I had successfully produced this mind-bogglingly delicious cake that I had to make it a second and a third and a fourth time. All tasted amazingly good. Made two a few weeks ago, one for my faithful eaters..(my sis and bro) and brought one for my colleagues to taste..(rave reviews aitelyu!) Felt so awesomely amazed at the deliciousness of the cake and that I, moi, me, and not a bakery produced it, that when Herlina asked for the recipe, I gave it there and then.<br />
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Then I made four choc cakes a few days ago, left one for the family, combined two into two layers for a baby cuz's birthday do, and brought one to Kudat for friends to try. Pun sedap, they say.<br />
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Humbly I say unto myself, proud I am of the cake, but what other cakes can be made through steaming eh? Pazidah gave me the push actually. She said, bringla a cheese cake next time. Same cooking situation, no oven, no mixer.. Could I perraps make a steamed cheesecake? <br />
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Surfed youtube for one and found one which looked manageable. Found the ingredients at Consfood and proceeded to make one last night. And voila! This happened.<br />
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Not bad... not bad at-tall.. <br />citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-33186032043948477142012-05-30T08:09:00.000+08:002012-05-30T08:34:53.073+08:00Introducing..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJPKv48BgXXYRqCrTl9iM5WSqS1QnEISE_yyrH9LYoFr60Wk0EZorUahzuuPQEZqJw4JosKc9dehDHiVZtbIhKO03jRDpREdOk-iSXt3FF2PGF37rwzSRjaXGeVQJ0sZomRXrxmSThsjX/s1600/nikeflywireH20II.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="225" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJPKv48BgXXYRqCrTl9iM5WSqS1QnEISE_yyrH9LYoFr60Wk0EZorUahzuuPQEZqJw4JosKc9dehDHiVZtbIhKO03jRDpREdOk-iSXt3FF2PGF37rwzSRjaXGeVQJ0sZomRXrxmSThsjX/s400/nikeflywireH20II.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Nah.. my most recent acquisition. Nike Flywire H20 Repel..US size 8.. LoveLoveLove.. makes Walking, Strutting, Jogging, Running, Skipping, Zumba-ing much more fun and exciting..citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883287060655515176.post-81847232530050941012012-05-06T15:19:00.001+08:002012-06-14T02:52:46.059+08:0010km run BIM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2qwItw50WqVFV2WTnWuATCBQMPmR4ymwRwDpDSb8Qe9_1Kfjdz4HHNCXDa1tiCc6YKiLQzodWuKLdoq5lIuglZK3DYrcbh3JvrtDiQnZttOllQAK5PwXJGEBOhJmkCkbiuBP4gsTv1k_/s1600/10kmrun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2qwItw50WqVFV2WTnWuATCBQMPmR4ymwRwDpDSb8Qe9_1Kfjdz4HHNCXDa1tiCc6YKiLQzodWuKLdoq5lIuglZK3DYrcbh3JvrtDiQnZttOllQAK5PwXJGEBOhJmkCkbiuBP4gsTv1k_/s400/10kmrun.jpg" /></a><br />
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I am a 10km finisher for this year's Borneo International Marathon. Never mind others ran faster or ran farther. I'm just glad I followed through what I said I'd do earlier this year. <br />
Two days before, I had felt the tell-tale flu signs coming out. Sneezing, blocked nose, greenish nose mucous.. and mild fever. Ate some flu meds to try and halt the attack. My period came early as well..dang.<br />
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Small matter, said I to myself.<br />
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Slept around 9 pm last night and woke up after clicking off the snooze alarm TWICE on my mobile phone. Got ready and drove to Likas Stadium. Wah..what a sea of yellow-shirted runners! (yellow being the NB sponsored running shirt).<br />
Saw Dr.Khairul(one of my Oral Surgeon who did my jaw surgery), Dr.Fatimah (my orthodontist), said 'hi' and they took pics with me. Saw JJ and Ian (Hitz.fm dee jays), and had an IanWright moment.. Cuaiii..<br />
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Chuckled when I overheard this dialogue from a participating runner somewhere to my back.<br />
"hey, i see JJ and Ian."<br />
"yah, they running oso."<br />
"Which one's JJ ah?<br />
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Whaaatt?.. So obvious didn't know who from who.<br />
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I was standing probably 15feet behind from the starting arch so when the horn was sounded to indicate the start of the race, plenty of runners had an early running start. I adjusted my own Casio wristwatch and clicked on start to mark my run. Wah..this is it! I thought. Jog jog jog... Saw runners pass me by, some were impatient (or ate too much energy gel?) and ran along the grass on the road dividers. The only reasons why I would jog a bit faster was to escape halitosis from front runners or of course, the runners in front had slowed down.<br />
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By the 4.5km mark, I had begun to feel cold from the morning city breeze.<br />
jog jog jog... <br />
pass the drinks counter..<br />
"water...water...water..." <br />
Grab<br />
"100 plus..100 plus..100 plus..."<br />
Grab<br />
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Saw some radio friends standing on the roadside.<br />
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Me : OTO -san!! *wave* ..OTO-san!!...OTO-san looked a bit lost..then as recognition came, smiled.<br />
jog jog jog..<br />
Me : Kilo Zulu Mike!! *wave*<br />
KZM : hai Nat!! *waves back*<br />
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Jog walk jog walk...<br />
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By the 5km mark.. felt relief.. 5km more to go..<br />
I heard Skylar Lane's song "I'm Coming Home" playing in my head.. wheeee..<br />
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by the 6km mark.. i was frothing at the mouth and the nose..I think.. <br />
I had loosened the laces of my right shoe earlier..now I had to loosen the one on the left.. are my feet swelling?<br />
My knees also had started to tingle and I could feel mild pain.. Oh gawd..my knees are unhinging themselves..<br />
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Jog jog walk walk..<br />
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Saw this older Indian fella in front of me and decided to make him my pacemaker.. Tsk tsk.. and I thought..If old Uncle Muthu with the swollen (bandaged) right knee can run.. why can't I? <br />
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Walk jog walk walk jog..<br />
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I'd jog pass Uncle Muthu..walk..and Uncle Muthu would catch up..and I'd jog some more.. till Ahhhaa.. passed Uncle Muthu definitely.. (D-uh.. pacing with an old uncle)<br />
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Walk walk jog jog... jog dammit..jog.. knees so pancit!!<br />
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Aaaaanyway.. when I passed the finishing line..got my 10km finisher medal..i looked at my watch..timed out at 1hour 28minutes..<br />
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Not bad.. not bad at-tall.. for someone who hadn't had much practice run. :)citizenSierrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13923374197842044734noreply@blogger.com0