started day off by meeting sweet at the mrt station at 7.15am.. apparently i kinda got the kiasu germs and reached there like 2 trains early.. at one moment i even thought the station survellience camera was shooting me. HAH. oh wells.
sweet wanted to watch how SOMEBODY run in the morning cause sally called me the day before to run with him but he finally found jane to run 4km which i seriously doubt that they could accomplish it. like hello? one knee got problem, the other errr.. stamina a bit need improvement.. HOW TO RUN SO MUCH AT A TIME. well, it was too predictable la. sally ended up running 3.6km and jane 3.2km. alright alright, a round of applause for these two gentlemen. WAHAHAH.
sweet and i ran with patricia who like already ran 4 rounds before us. like WOAH. blister + training after school.. and still run in the morning. WOAH. she ran a total of 8. sweet ran 4 and i 5.. oh wells. i guess i might be just as crazy at pat..[which you'll know why as you read on YOURSELF] and yes yes. there was this part whereby the self-proclaimed-SMART retard actually thought running thought the white fog meant for mosquito..culling?! was fun. nice. i wonder if your lungs and other biological system enjoyed it too. HMMM.
for the rest of the day, besides seeing engwei like almost EVERYWHERE and hearing swan squeal each time she sees something she likes... i only remember how honey kept slapping sweet on her legs. i totally pity her,really. i guess honey just has to have that kinda child-like mindset--no offence actually-- to communicate well with her really young sisters. really. i guess that's why i hate talking to my cousins. they always seem too children and irritating to the self-proclaimed mature me. WAHAHAHHA. oh wells.
and it was the ever-exciting time for class bonding straight after school. BASKETBALL. woots. havent played that hand-held dribbling round leather object in ages. haha. and it really brings me back in j1 life. WE SHOULD HAVE THAT OFTEN. really. all the tutorials and tests are not gonna make our jc lives anymore memorable. haha. ---i was sacarstic. can you sense that?! haha. karenMOK either throws it too hard or soft all the time and kebab complains about the ball being too light. WTH can. hahah. we or is it just me? got a heart-attack when mel got caught by the teacher for playing in full school uniform.. ok. false alarm. and an advice to tall people: when catching the rebound, watch out for the tallER people.
rushed for liondance after that and peeled some orange to form words.. trying to form some other different auspicious words besides "JI", i tried to form "WANG". due to the limited pieces of orange slices, i couldnt form the word legibly. err. and yar, i was kinda stubborn and complaint it was because i only was given one orange!! tian should have passed my two!! haha. ok. IM A VERY RIGID PERSON.
and soon i left liondance for soccer at 4.30pm when it was pouring like hell and the spectator gallery filled with various ccas and i saw karenMOK staring... RAWR. so germs decided to take us on a tour all the way through the canteen to the windytables. she almosts led us into RI until STRONG VIOLENT objections were raised. then all the PT stuffs slowly smoked its way bringing us aches from our calves, thighs, abs, behind the neck, arms.. and whatever you mention.. these physically dehydrating training really brings me back into my secondary one school days when i was a netballer.. but somehow, is it that im fitter or what, the trainings at RJC level doesnt seem as tiring. of course, please don't compare with ultra-mega-crazy ccas like canoeing. oh wait. it might even be on par with my cca back in st nicks, or even the trail netball training back at AJC. wow. how did i survive those days mann. while in one way i really hated it, it leaves me with such wonderful memories regardless of time.
haha. long blog again. and i didnt touch my homework. cause im tired. but more of sick of doing homework after all the physical exercise. and there's still soccer tomorrow at 5pm. NICE. let's hope it'll be fun. MUAHAHAH.
oh. mel's bday tomorrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELMEL. i wonder what's going on tomorrow.. HMM.
All the sleepless nights; and the tears you cry at 10:31 PM
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