a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
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-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009, 5:32 pm
Here I am with an update.Just came back to Singapore after a whirlwind four days in KL crashing at Ming's place :D and catching up with the ladies. Eight years of friendship and we're still going strong (I hope)-_-;;
It was good to see them all, now that we're really going our separate ways (as though I wasn't the one to split first) and do some heavy catching up!
Everything is still sore from orbing - allowing oneself to be strapped inside a giant rubber hamster ball and being rolled down a hill with the option of having water thrown in with you or not. Let's just say I now know how clothes in a washing machine feel like.
I really, really like the way Ming screams :D
Almost forgot to turn in my essay to Turnitin - horrid coincidence that I left on the 18th and returned on the 22nd - the former the deadline for the hard copy and the latter the deadline for the soft copy. A good thing my tutor extended the deadline a little.
Damn, I have mid-terms to deal with when school starts again next week. Not to mention I have to look at the results of the Pol Sci and Lit tests I took last week. Oh the horror.
Felt fat the other week, ran 2.4. Took me a damn long time to finish running - man I'm getting old and fat.
Should I get a new bow? Mine is a little too light. Hell, I'm dependent on the wind speed to shoot.
Labels: archery, unecessary exercise, university
Saturday, December 06, 2008, 2:03 pm
Ouch.I am a mass of pain.
I went running yesterday butI was determined to be different. Ooh yes, instead of taking the nice, safe west Bukit Batok loop, I went north, towards Choa Chu Kang.
What a mistake.
After meandering around Bt Batok West, I cut off the main road after being leered at by a taxi driver and ended up outside Angela's house. Which is all the way at Bt Gombak.
However, one of my talents is a keen sense of direction (plus it's virtually inpossible to get lost in Singapore, it's so freaking small). I eventually reached home after a grand tour of Bt Gombak MRT, Hillgrove Sec, Lianhua Pri and Little Guilin.
After that, just enough time to get to Jurong East MRT for dinner date. Bloody Cherie and Priscilla last-minute bailed on me and Glennda. That's the last time I ever invite them out.
After eating, Glennda and I walked from IMM to JJ just for the heck of it. Took us an hour of solid walking. Which of course means plenty of exertion adding on to my run.
Which brings us back to the beginning of this post in which I am a mass of pain.
Anyway, this morning was not wasted. I cleaned the whole house and (finally!) shoved all my JC things into one dark corner of the house.
To be hauled out again when I pass some stuff to kak Radha.
Oh me.
Labels: unecessary exercise, walking