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Monday, February 22, 2010


[If you think Kelantan slang is difficult, see how much of Terengganu slangs you can grab from below story. If you can't even smile after reading through, then find a Terengganu friend and ask him/her to translate it to you. Hehehe. Enjoy!]

Mamat rase malassang nök bangung tiddo. Nye gulling-gulling atah katil. Pusing kiri, pusing kanang. Serba dök kene dia berase. Mök Lijöh blèbèr hanyaar kot luör pitu, “Mat! Matahari nök tinggi galöh döh nim, ka’ak rezeki kalu bangung lèwat-lèwat. Mung tak dök kheje ke ari nim?”

Dök tahang kene blèbèr Mamat Ppayang pong bikah bangung ceggat dari katil. Baru dia teringat pukol 11 ada kene wat kheje sikit hök Böh dia suroh kemarèng. Mamat pong jungaa tangang dia ambèk tuala. Pèsèngang mandi P. Ramlee pulök pagi nim, al maklunglah pukol 10.30 döh. Dari Manir nök jembe ke Jalang Batah Baru tu jauh jugök. Pah tu nök kena bereti stèsèng minyok Petronah pulök dekat sipang trapik lait Pulau Musang. Döp ingat starang nok tamböh minyök kemarèng. Dök dang 10 minit Mamat siap belake döh. Minung air kopi-ö setegök dua lepah tu pakaa kasut kulit atah tangge kak lambo. Baru beli minggu lepah tu kasut tu. Bekilat ssiö! Lepah tu Mamat pong stak möto vroooooong hale ke bandö. Mötosika sèkèng hèng jer, tapi boleh tahang lah.

Jalang Batah Baru ader banyök bangunang jabbat dengang kedaa. Kalu hale ke depang sikit ada kedaa Astro, hök tv kene bayö bulang-bulang tu. Kalu tebèng dök bayö jer kena pötöng hanyaar. Lepah pada suraa Flat Batah Baru tu ada lèrèk kedaa èkong. Kedaa makang pong ada gök. Kalu jallang sikit lagi sebelum kedaa Astro tu, ada kawasang lapang tepat juaa khète baru cap Hyundaa dengang Kia.

Di antara kedaa èkong dengang kedaa Astro tu ada celöh-celöh tu jabbat löyar baru buka. Pèsèngang baru pah jadi löyar tu Mamat mari mmkir sörrang. Slo-slo Mamat naèk tikat dua. Napök gaye ader dua örang jer kherani. Llaki sörang, ppuang sörang. Boleh tahang hök ppuang tu. Tapi pakaa cicing molèk ngak kat jari manih tu. Ttunang döh pèsèngang tu.. Dök napök gambö starang. Berat nnanang. Mamat kabö ke kherani ppuang tu dia nök jjuper Tuang Löyar. Hayat hidup Mamat dök rajing jjuper löyar skali habuk. Cakkak dengang löyar jauh skali.. Nye mari debö wèh.

Mamat pong ketok pitu masok. Löyar tu tengöh pegang gagang talipung cap Panasonic kat telinga dia. Wayar talipung tu tengöh beseranggöh lagi. “I dah uruskan fixed deposit you sebanyak RM10 juta tu. Lagi satu, minggu depan ni, I nak you ikut I ke Singapore. HSBC Singapore dah buat arrangement untuk finance syarikat klien I, tak banyak, dalam 20 juta Sing dollar. Firm I jadi lawyer jugak tu. I turun KL minggu ni, kita dinner kat Shook di Starhill ok?”

Mamat bukang pandaa sangat cakak orang putih. Tapi bila dengö haa pitih die pahang. Mainang apa juta-juta nim? Mamat mari mmikir.

Löyar muder tu pong letök gagang talipung sambil-sambil kheling ujung mata tengök ke Mamat. “Yer, nök mender? Saya sibuk sangat ni, dök tengök ker?” löyar tu tanye Mamat.

Mamat pucat kesi. Dök tahu nök kata mende. Nök jawak salöh. Tak mboh jawak salöh. Macang mase nök bangung tiddo sakning. Serbe dök kene. Sudöhhang Mamat tebèng jugök jawak.

“Sebenörnyer tuang, sayer nim kheje dengang sarikat Teleköng. Saya mari nok sambung wayar talipung hök tuang cakkak sakning. Dök sambung lagi wayar tu, guaner lah tuang boleh cakkak döh!”

Muka tuang löyar tu jadi biru stor dok stabukk!

Döh nök wat guana starang! Nök èksèng dök betepat! Ada jugök löyar kècèk orang dèh! Pecöh bo! Orang jamang lenim kata “kantoi”!

P/s: Sorry if many of you can't understand the joke above. Sapa paham cerita kat atas, angkat tangan!

Thursday, February 18, 2010


Other than lifetime experience, I also like to collect key chains. Normally if I go to souvenir shops of places I visit, key chains will surely grab my attention first. Their low tag price doesn’t mean they don’t carry any sentimental value, which reflects to me as value for money. The varieties of shapes and colors, materials and styles they possess simply melt my heart down to them, easily. Plus, they remind me of places on earth I’ve been given the chance by God to go to.

I have a bowl full of key chains I collected since my study time which I keep somewhere safe at home. If I can vaguely recall, some of the odd ones has the shape of a baseball glove and one comes in a shape of Eiffel Tower. I cannot remember the others, but they surely are plenty.

I never really realized that I like to collect (and receive… *hint, hint*) key chains, until recently. So, just to share some of those that I have around me in the office, here are some quick snap shots.

Some of the key chains I get from colleagues at work.

Once upon a time, I spent 5 years studying abroad.
Opened since 1863, London Underground train system is among the most complex in the world. Also known as the "Tube".

And while working, I had the chance to travel to the States. I did not go to the Empire State Building, this is a gift from a fellow colleague.

On another business trip, I managed to go to the beautiful Scottish land.

I went to Langkawi recently for some secret training hahaha and got myself this little eagle.

My latest collection. Simply love this one.

And since majority of this slowly-getting-bored blog content is to log my journey in multisports adventure, here are some quick summary of what has been happening for the past few days.

Nothing much.

Yup, nothing much was going on really. From last week Friday until Tuesday, I spent the holiday, holidaying. I brought my running shoes and gears along for my balik kampung vacation, but decided to ditch all my running plans. So, it was a 5 days of non-training, which also means five full days of makan makan makan makan and makan. Who can resist mom’s cooking, right?

And as a revenge (yeah, sometimes I think I’m a revengeful person, in a good way lah), I spent an hour in the gym doing full body strength training after work yesterday (now I know 1 hour in the gym for full body workout is very short, and very tiring), then did a very slow 1 hour run at night, before torturing my butt on the saddle for another good 50 minutes.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Recovery Konon

It was a hard swim because I still have a little bit of stiff neck pain and mainly due to the fact that my last swim was, ermm.. I’ve forgotten when it was. So, my very first 50m swim yesterday evening already saw me struggling in the pool. I rested for few seconds by the pool wall, and continued to the other side of the wall. Rested another few seconds, and proceeded with another few more 100m laps swim. Quick rest by the pool wall was done after every 100m.

I lost count of how many laps I totally swam yesterday, but it was definitely my worst in the current state of affairs as far as training for triathlon is concerned. Shoulder muscles were screaming, triceps too. After about 50 minutes struggling to glide forward in the pool, I packed up my stuff.

After a light dinner of roti canai telur, I went to the normal Wednesday night weekly cycling venue, 45 minutes earlier than the promised meeting time. Slipped on my running shoes and off I went plodding the tarmac under the dim of the street lights. For what supposed to be a recovery run, I covered the 6km distance in 31minutes. A minute slower than my best time on this route, so far.

As I reached my car, few cycling buddies were already waiting. I quickly prepped up my bike, put on the helmet and cycling shoes, and began another journey on the bike. This time, it was only for 24km as I felt like nothing much left in my tank. Cycling is a region that needs a lot of attention from me from now onwards. My cycling muscles have long gone.

There you go. What supposed to be a recovery session, turned out into something else instead. I was lying down on my back on the tarmac after completing the cycling and the view of the stars in the dark sky was amazing. That was all because I discovered some great Ironman triathlon motivation videos over the internet and I get so much inspired over it.

Perhaps, I should learn to calm down a little bit when I'm stressed.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

My Second Marathon

Hmm, I don’t really know where or how to begin with. Many other fellow runner-bloggers have done with their deals, and lately I realized I tend to clock the most delayed entry posting after every event. Cerita orang lain dah basi, kita baru terhegeh-hegeh nak update.

I had to take a day off with medical certificate on Monday (yesterday). Well, it had nothing to do with any of my lower body parts after the night marathon aftermath (Alhamdulillah). But it was because I had a stiff neck after helping a guy pushing off his 4WD that went inside the longkang on Sunday evening. So, I took that opportunity to have another day spending in KL, resting and running some errands.

So, let’s begin with the tales of my second marathon, shall we?

I did not get a satisfactory deep sleep the night before the race when I reached KL from JB. Even though my body was tired, but the mind failed to shut down, not until 3am I guess. It was not due to the jitters of the race though. The Saturday morning went through as normal and by after lunch time I went to pick up my race kits at Putrajaya. Then I tried to grab another nap at around 4pm, before forcing my self to wake up and prepare everything needed for the marathon. A mountainous full plate of rice with roasted chicken at 6pm was my final meal of the day.

Just before 7pm, I arrived at the car park besides Istana Kehakiman where I met Shuk and the rest of some other friends. Prepped up with my gear (camera included), did some shooting and quickly rushed my way to the prayer room for Maghrib. I did not manage to spot many other friends before the run start though, masa tak cukup time lah.

Pelari tegar yang sangat tegar.

Managed to get a small group photo. The rest haven’t arrived and there was not enough time to mingle around much this time.
L-R: EnAikAY, MissJewelz, Shuk, Shakhir, Nizam and my apology for not capturing the other guy’s name.

Singaporean skeleton runner. Some said she was also the “Catwoman” in the recent Dubai Marathon.

The start and finish gantry with those beautiful modern buildings on the background.

Had the opportunity to freeze a little moment with the Singaporean Blade Runner too.

I get back to the starting gantry with barely 10 minutes left before the gun went off. Not enough time to warm up, I just did a little bit of casual stretching. Seeing the very little number of marathon participants (I don’t think it was more than 400, my guess), it killed the excitement inside me. At least, it did not feel like my first marathon experience where there were at least more than a thousand marathon runners (if I’m not mistaken).

The entrance of another torture?

With my training buddy, Kash. We share the same training route, but hers are normally much longer in distance.

“Bang!”, the gun went off at 8pm. I was roughly at the back of the pack during the start.

“No photo please!”

I passed my camera to a buddy from JB and he kindly snapped this shot of me running.

Super endurance female runners yang tegar-tegar belaka.
L-R: Haza, Sarah and Kash.

The start of the run was pretty good as there were still so many runners around. After a few minutes, I noticed I was running alone without any sight of friends I know. Perhaps it was the darkness that blurred my scanning ability. Well, alone or not, the journey of another marathon has begun! I just ran with the crowd.

Kudos should highly be given to the organizers, especially in the distance marker department. They really did well that some runners even found it annoying to be seeing distance markers at every other kilometers, starting from the first one. I kid you not! As you may be seeing similar photos as below appearing many times in this entry.

They have 42 of these distance markers (in yellow) alongside the marathon run route. Some took it as mental torture, but I took it as a challenge.

I don’t want to comment much, as I know the organizer has done their best to minimize the traffic during the race. Scenes like these were sometimes seen where vehicles were passing by very closely to the runners. Both parties have to be extra careful at every time.

Water and sponging stations were plenty too. Very very very good indeed! I did not miss any of them as I know in that humid environment, rehydration should not to be taken for granted.

Running on one of the many modern bridges at Putrajaya. How cool was that.

I never spend lots of time at Putrajaya, even on four wheels. I even got lost here sometimes. So, I can barely recognize any buildings or landmarks during the run than I can use to refer to. The first few km of the run were accomplished pretty neatly, without any signs of fatigue or pain. Although some were saying that it was hot and humid, to me it was nothing major as yet. At one point, I bumped into Ian who was doing his first walk break somewhere before the 10km distance marker.

From then on, we ran together for another 10km or 15km before Ian had to take another walk break to correct his running posture. Thanks for running with me Ian, and thanks for the encouragement to push me further. It was fun to be running together with someone that you know.

I clocked 1:01:29 at this point.

One uncle even ran barefooted.

Arriving at 15km distance, I took my second shot of Powerbar gel. The first one was downed minutes before the start of the run. Ian was shocked that I can just swallow the gel without water. Well, maybe because I like the Tangerine flavor very much.

It was good to have a running partner during a marathon, or an LSD because it kills the boredom of running solo. Ian and I chatted about many things along the way, but I failed to store anything in my memory box. That perhaps, shows how much mentally draining a marathon can do to you.

At one time, there was even one guy pacing with us and we welcomed him in our pack. He followed us religiously but sped off his way when we stopped at water stations for refill. He did his first marathon in Penang last year, and was targeting to clock a sub-5hrs this time around. I failed (yet again) to memorize his name or bib number, so I don’t know what he accomplished that night.

If I am not mistaken, the route for marathon and 21km run detoured at about 15km point, where we had to turn left into the never ending full of dull long stretch of highway. There were no more landmarks (beautiful buildings) distinguishable, and the long stretch of highway was manned by a great team of roller bladers in orange tees. They can be seen here and there, helping to grab driver’s attention to slow them down and while performing their tasks, they cheered on us.

This guy had the courage to stand in the middle of an interception, stopping the cars as we runners made a turning somewhere in the dark. Thanks guys, your team did a great job indeed!

Having the tiniest memory of the map route, I know the stretch was going to be a very long one. I was praying that Ian would not leave me alone that I promised myself to give him a chase however I could possibly afford if it happened Ian get a second boost. I didn’t want to run alone, but Ian had his own plan for another walk break at about 20km. So he asked me to venture the remaining mileage on my own after the water station where we took ORS, to which partially unwillingly, I complied to the solo run.

If I’m not mistaken, my timing here was 2hr 16minutes. Yeah, I’ve slowed down. Long way to go dude! The mental game has begun.

Did I not tell you this particular stretch was boringly long? It was so long and boring that I did not take any photo at all. I was already running alone and all I wanted to see was the u-turn point. Now that I can slightly recall the route, the u-turn point was just after the 26th km but that 6km journey from the 20km distance marker was the longest I’ve ever felt that night. It felt much longer, really. I stopped at every water station for replenishments, and at this long stretch that I started to include more and more walk breaks on my own. At this point I was not sure whether the humidity had brought me down to the fatigue, or was it due to my lack of LSD training.

It felt like forever to get to this point.

The customary u-turn ribbon collection point to indicate that we did not take any short cuts. My time here (according to the timing chip) showed 2hr 59min.

I told you these distance markers will keep on appearing in this entry. More to come.

The only group of civilian supporters seen by the roadside cheering on runners.

Powerbar gel given to runners at 30km. I got the banana raspberry flavor which I consumed almost immediately. Thank you Powerbar!

At this point I could still run, albeit slowly than the previous steps. Some mental calculations were saying that I could go for sub 4:30 marathon if I can finish the remaining 12km in less than 1 hour 15 minutes. But that was way too optimistic that even with a pair of fresh legs, I need to do my ‘sprint’ pace to clock that timing for 12km.

Fatigue crept in faster than I thought. I was lucky not to be attacked by cramp or muscle tightness or knee joint pain up to this point. I started to pamper my self a bit more by doing more intervals.

What? Nik did an interval run after 30km running?

Wait, wait. I haven’t finished my story yet.

Well folks, because it was so boring and my legs were already feeling tired I did some intervals by making use the street lamp posts on the highway as distance trackers. My intervals that night consisted of slow run (I tried to do this for every three or more street lamp posts), and then walk (for one street lamp post distance), and then repeat that with another slow run.

Interval lah sangat konon! This was not like the real interval training where sprinting was part of the game, mind you.

Many other runners were also seen to be walking now and then, so I just joined the crowd. To kill the boredom, I tried scouting for any runners that I know on the other side of the road, only to find not many were still left.

I clocked 4 hours on the dot when passing this point.

At this point of time and with 7 more km to go, I thought why not I try to break my own PB? My first marathon was completed in 5hrs 16mins and I was tempted to see if I can do a sub-5 hours marathon this time around.

I know I can run and finish the remaining 7km as I haven’t hit the wall yet, but to do that in less than 1 hour was another kind of stories. It was a tough one. And having to run alone did not help at all. Determined to push myself, I gulped my final Powerbar gel, hoping to get a final boost of energy.

I totally cannot recall the route going forward from this point. I just wanted to keep on moving from one street lamp to another. Running if I can, walking if I have to. I did not want to get any cramps as I know if I get one, I have to say goodbye to a sub-5 target. I kept on checking my stopwatch as I pass each distance markers to see whether I will be within reach of the target if I slow my run down with more walk breaks.

The only thing that forced me to run where my body has many times instructed me to keep on walking (or stopping), was the desire to feel the sweetness of achieving a better timing for my second marathon. The second boost of energy I’ve been waiting for never ever came to reality, so I just bow my head down looking at the tarmac, and continued moving forward.

Some of my running buddies from JB cheering upon me. They did the shorter distance run of 21km. At least, they successfully made me smile, for a while.

3km should be a very short distance, right? We were already running towards the finishing line and we could already see the tents not so far ahead. I now smelt something fishy.

True enough. With two more km to go, we had to turn left and make a detour behind the building. This reminds me a lot of the NB 30km run where we also had to do the “mentally-killing” detour before getting to the finish line. I felt like kicking this distance marker and the detour sign boards. Saya geram betul lah!

As I saw this one, I wanted to sprint my last km to the finish line but just after running for 5 steps beyond this marker, I was forced to doing my walk break again.

The finishing gantry was already in sight now and I assumed it was only about 600m ahead. Not so many people around cheering and I know the cramp on my calves will appear if I sprinted. With the thought of finishing the marathon strong, I opted to sprint and sure enough the cramps immediately attacked my calves and with whatever energy left in my legs I crossed the finishing line trying my best to look like a strong runner.

The only thing was that, I failed to smile. My calves were in so much pain that I was lucky I didn’t collapse.

As for me, finishing this marathon with some more minutes to spare before reaching 5 hours time was truly an eye opening learning experience. First of all, with appropriate and sufficient training, I believe everybody can finish a marathon distance. Secondly, with some extra training as compared to my previous marathon that I’ve done for this time, I managed to minimize any kind of pains in the legs or knees after the run. Well, fatigue is unavoidable I guess in this endurance game. And thirdly, now I know that I need and have to level up my training from now onwards if I really want to smile when crossing the next finishing line. I want to continue having fresh pair of legs during the run, even after running for 30km or 35km.

I went home with a finisher medal and tee, and with a bunch of new experience being able to cross another finishing line of a marathon. Also, I now have a new PB for a marathon which I would love to break it soon, 4:53:02.

Till we meet again at the next upcoming Energizer Night Marathon race in Cyberjaya on March 27th, which is going to be my third. Register yourself if you haven’t ya!

And to all my friends and blog readers out there who have accomplished another great achievement in your running endeavors, well done and congratulations!

Now, let’s get back to training!

Friday, February 5, 2010

Going For My Second

Eventhough you won’t be able to think properly like a normal human being after your legs have been pounding the tarmac for hours, it’s ironic enough to say that it is the mental power that will push you to the finish line. As important as it is to prepare our physics with the sufficient amount of training, I believe it is also important to feed our mind with the vision of the race itself.

Visualize how would it be standing with the crowd prior to the start of the marathon.

Visualize how would you run the first half, and the second half of your marathon.

Finally, visualize how would you cross the finish line, with both arms in the air, and with the biggest smile you could ever put on your face. Limping or not, that’s not the issue.

In sports psychology, they call it visualization.

And that’s just what I’m going to do, 24 hours before the marathon. This is my final preparation. To feed as much as mental images of how I want to do my second marathon. The instant source? From internet of course. We have YouTube and some other stuffs, very useful, very motivational and inspirational. It doesn’t matter if you are not a pro runner, or if you are not a sub 4 hours marathon runner, but I believe one would need a very strong mind to achieve what many other people are only able to dream.

And it’s difficult to live without being asked about targets. And mine this time, still remain the same as the other races I did before, which is to complete the race, injury free. Plus, I want to be able to put my biggest smile as I cross the finish line, no matter what the timing will be.

During the marathon this time, I will be gauging on my pain thresholds as well. On my first marathon last year, I started to feel the pain at the bottom of my feet at 18km and that was very early. As I went along, the knees started to be affected by the pain, and that was where it felt like forever to come to the next kilometer distance marker. That was the point where walking took over the running. I hope this time I can run more, with lesser pain.

My journey is still long, my ambition is still big, and I hope with that in mind, I can cross my second marathon finishing line, smiling.

To all friends taking part in the marathon, in the 21km, 7.7km or even in the 5km categories, hope to see you there at Putrajaya. I wish you all will have an injury free race, and most importantly don’t forget to have fun.

For first timers, don’t worry so much. Believe in yourself and remember, we are doing what others could only dream. That already, is a winning point for you.


Thursday, February 4, 2010

Where Have I Been?

I've been a little bit sick and feverish few days ago. Not sure whether it was due to over training (I really don't think so) or I got the virus from somebody else. But, the weather has been a bit on the high side recently, I noticed. Maybe that's the reason.

I've been to Langkawi for a superb family weekend-get-away-vacation few weeks ago. It was marvelous.

I've been thinking too much on some other things, other than my upcoming marathons and other triathlons or adventure races this year.

I've been reading blogs (yes, your blogs!) as a mean to keep up with what's happening around among fellow friends, but have temporarily lost my own interest in updating my own (that's a bad sign, isn't it?).

I've been doing some little training here and there. 35km LSD run last Sunday, 28km LSD the week before, 20km-ish LSD the earlier week, with a few short runs in between during the weekdays - just as always, nothing big about it.

I've been to here and there, but it felt like I've been to no where.

I've been a little bit busy with work. Well, who doesn't?

"Mungkin saya boleh menjadi penternak labah-labah yang berjaya..."