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Saturday, October 20, 2007

Took a break from PW(which I so bloody LOVE) after school mid-week. The two of them came for hari raya at my house, their first. Actually not to rayer but drain my stock of hari raya goodies.


But no worries. Cause my kuih were all deemed yummy and delicious. Hehe. I DID MAKE THEM OK. And the amount of water you add to dough does matter; it's got nothing to do with evaporation inside the oven, dimwit.


Trained to dental then Vivo, where we got bored and the mood for shopping just wasn't there. As you should all know, we are only good with admiring, then buying, then eating food.


Frankly, Im starting to dislike shopping at the usual shopping belts. The stuff are ALL THE SAME. Just different outlets. Should I purchase apparel, someone else will be bound to have it. No, I dont want to tailor or have a fashion line only for me but some shopping place where the stuff is not common.


The worst thing about shopping is when you're not window shopping and when you have the money in your hands, with nothing good to buy, or there's no size. It beats window shopping. Well you can't always have what you want. Damn.





And I finally, finally brought myself to run after more than a month of not working out. Needless to say, my stamina was not impressive. I dragged my sleepy ass to the stadium after Aneroxic texted me "running till on?"


I was sleeping still, actually. Tiredness probably from staying up to do OP. The air was just cool and quite a nice run. The track was better than my school's. Please, with all the nyonyahs who just woke up, and apeks in apek slippers, and aunties with sloppy shorts and women in sari trampling on the track, in what better condition could it be? Though students cannot be excluded from the blame too.


Following that, took a slow, long walk back home. Quite relaxing. It gives you room and tiem to think about lotsa stuff. You should try it sometime.



There are, certainly, some things which I rarely blog about. Cause I'm not writing a biography for the public eyes, if you're wondering. And if I happen to tell you, consider yourself lucky for me to pour it out to you.


BUT PW IS SUCHA BITCH. A big one.