cardiofest

i think my feet is gonna protest and fall off.

i just spent the entire day running/swimming. haha, interesting. kudos to strat mark on monday. its screwing me over and over. i swear exams are the biggest guilt trippers ever.

so i woke at 1. after debating last night whether i should stay up to study after i got off the phone with rod at 3ish, i ended up debating it over in lalaland. not the coolest way to decide on something. but still.

i lugged my lazy ass up, checked my phone and realised bry called me like 50billion times. i felt bad. but at the very least, i didnt pick up and yell my brains out for calling so early, like what rod gets every morning even though i told him to do so. hur hur. i feel loved. the patience ive been endowed with. its a luxury i shouldnt take for granted.

so, i tried to study. but it was finally hot! i mean, ive been staring at gloomy clouds/rain for the past alot of days. and sun means you have to be in a pool, or something like that. so i couldnt resist. and i sat on the deck chair, half tanning, half flipping through my notes. till the sun cooled off and swam for an hour.

and since mom wanted me home for dinner, i made sure i got my ass back at 6. which was stupid. she whipped up a storm tonight. fishhead curry, everything. good stuff. but no one showed up. quite upsetting. and i felt so restricted. like, i told jun i had dinner at home and everyone was gonna be home so we couldnt do dinner, but no one showed up. but i felt bad for mom. pop was still counselling some screaming woman and her timid husband, gracie was who knows where and henry, i dont know man. so poor mom. but i decided that since i was gonna go for a run, i cant pour fishhead curry down my throat. i might die.

i managed to sneak out of the house while mom banged pots and pans lamenting about the absence of food tasters. no one to appreciate the effort. and ran down to river valley. it was quite a good run. and i took shorter than expected. guess its mostly psychological. you'd think river valleys further than running the usual route tho the usual route that bry usually takes, id reckon, is twice the distance.

i screamed at the people working at spize, for taking a zillion years to get me water. i was dying of thirst and they made me wait like 20mins for it. so i trooped into the kitchen and made a hell load of noise. hurhur. had tomyam seafood, which was stupid coz it burned my stomach through. then we walked down to robertson quay and decided to hang ard since rod had to get to butter at 11. and heyhey, i never knew robertson walk was THAT interesting. haha. there were so many good restaurants there packed back to back. and it felt so unsingapore-ish just by being there. was refreshing. nice like that.

we settled at some bar called the chamber. tim and gang visited for a bit and retreated back to their corner. i meant..cornerstone. hah. hz and i shared a bucket of 6. and i boldly announced that tomyam and beer are not friends at all, and never will be. we talked about random stuff. eeky poor yoke out with disgusting fish guts and dead chicken stories.

walked ard, (again, i know) hunting for some atm. i was comfortable, but felt uber eeky. and having my ezlink and atm card shoved in my bra wasnt the brightest idea either. i probably had to stoop down to hide while i reached in to grab my card out. haha.

bry needed supper, and since he was in his semi depressed mode. he needed love. i cant ditch sexy for too long. hes always there when i need comfort food and love. no matter how much he hates it sometimes. my comfort food that is. haha. so i walked, again, down to chang jiang at chinatown from robertson walk.

supper was good. apart from the fact that i literally launched a cup of hot tea in the air, and ended up scorching my poor sonyericsson with it, our latenight conversations are always sweet. its like coffee in the morning, refreshing, wakes you up, slaps you back to reality. i likee.

we took a long walk again, back home. bry walked me down to mt faber and uturned back home. i had my googoodolls plugged into my ears to accompany me. and walks alone always gives you ample time to reflect. i walked by some semidrunk chubby guy shouting out to me saying, hey. ure up training hard late aye! good good, carry on! i smiled and said,"everyone could use nights like these!"haha, hope his alcohol induced brain didnt catch that. hur.

quite some day. i cant wait for the scc 7s tmr. i wanna see the nz hakka up live. haha, sweet. hope eldon doesnt forget my lurcher hat. hehe. to rugby and beer!