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I have not been running outside for sometime, due to an old wound around my right ankle and a new injury at my right knee. In fact I've stopped running completely for awhile to recuperate. I just got back to doing some brisk walking and light jogging on the treadmill in the gym a couple of weeks ago.
Sick of feeling like a hamster, I went for my Friday-run-in-the-park run this evening. There is something about running out in the open that is so liberating and refreshing. Nothing on my mind but running, stress-less and worry-less. I felt light, I felt free, I felt happy, I felt like a kid, I felt like this...
Quickie spaghetti is quick, simple and flexible. It started with boiling the spaghetti. Duh!
For the trimmings, the main thing for me would be the Italian sausage while the vegetables are flexible part, completely up to one’s fancy. For this quickie I got tomatoes, mushrooms, garlic and shallots.
After getting the slicing and chopping out of the way, fried the sausage in a pan. Using the sausage fat, (Trust me, those are the good stuff) browned the garlic and shallot for a couple of minutes before loading the vegetables. Seasoned with salt and pepper to taste, followed by a good splash of white wine and a drizzle of olive oil. Finally the spaghetti, cooked and drained by now, returned into the pan for a quickie toss.
Grub’s ready!
Not so long ago the whole country was in such fury condemning the two Members of the Parliament (MP) for their snippy remarks on menstrual cycle during a parliamentary debate session.
Though this verbal diarrhea was no isolated occasion, but this one managed to stank up the whole Parliament building and beyond. The shit spilled over into the headlines on the papers and prime time news airtime. Some even splashed onto the street resulting in peaceful (read: lame) demonstrations. Everyone was talking about it, on the net, on TV talk shows, radio call-in, corridor talks, water cooler talks, and the Malaysian favorite mamak stall teh tarik sessions.
It was indeed disgraceful and despicable getting such remarks from the MPs, men with honor (supposedly) and respectable stature, during such honorable occasion and in such a prestigious hall. We the people entrusted these men, by electing them to represent us in the highest legislature in the country. How shameful are they? How sad?
Hold on a second!
We the people actually voted for them and put them there!? We the people actually elected them to represent us?!
What does that say about us the people?
Unfortunately, to a great extent, they do represent us the people. Are we not just as ignorant about gender equality issues? Are we not just as unaware of sexism, racism and other discriminations around us? Are we not just as oblivious to human right matters?
Something to think about eh.
Out and up partying till 4 a.m. this morning. Reminiscing about the last time we were out painting the town red and how ridiculously distant and long ago was that. Looking surprisingly (and admiringly) at the youngsters chucking down bottles of hard liquor like mineral water and gyrating their bodies to the loud pumping music almost effortlessly. Questioning why was I there.
Feeling old…
It’s a sign of old age.
Waking up around noon with a splitting headache and an exploding bladder. Feeling nauseous as my stomach sloshed and mangled, my throat parched and scratchy, my breath reeked of alcohol and nicotine.
Staying in. Recuperating. Recovering. Realizing my body can no longer take such abuses anymore. Promising my self not to abuse my body like that anymore.
Feeling old…
It’s a sign of old age.
But then, surviving last night, perhaps it’s a sign of miracle…
