i went jogging, at 4.30. no let me say, i INTENDED to jog, at 4.30. ran all the way to yishun reservoir, when it started pouring like creep. so i wasnt fated to jog afterall. who cares, i'll just be unfit and fat.
and be happy tt way.

i was seeking shelter at this wulu place, and staring into the rain. i was SQUATTING, red from the running, SWEATY and my hair's in a HUGE mess.
i think my posture and stone expression would past me off as a BULLFROG

and then.
i saw my future husband, and im in a bullfroggish posture. come, tell me i'll never get to marry him anymore. *acts devastated*

ANW im not that desperate okay. if u think i am. u ought to plunge ur head into the toiletbowl.

to cut short, things i learn today:

- do not act like a bullfrog, even if i feel that im very successful in being one

- some wierd handsome people like to give you '*&%# u' looks and stare at you in a way like they want to shuffle you into a bucket of piss.

- i feel odd when i see people younger than me holding hands in public. i feel like an old unwanted hag. (tho im frikkin secured tt im not) -beams

- its cool to just sit down in the interchange and observe the people around you. look at students going home from school, scowling working people going home in nice outfits, pretty girls in makeup ready to go out with their friends.

its cool to sit there and just smile to people, and little kids will wave back at you. old people will give you tt chi xiang face. teenagers will give you that 'EHEH do i know u' sort of apprehensive smile. and unfriendly people will just ignore you.

people that think randall is a guy's name deserves to die.
randall is a UNISEX name. REPEAT AFTER ME. UNISEX name... yesyes.