on a high

Ran 4k during lunch n now I’m on a high. Got re-acquainted wif banana juice again after that. I love banana juice!! (but I love spider more..hehhe!)

Speaking of high…followed him on an odac trip to ubin 2 weeks ago. The last time I was there was for my obs trip…n that was like AGES ago. This time round, it was more of a ‘relek’ affair. N I absolutely loved cycling round d island…with its little kooky trails and all. Had myself a free mud spa session while I was there…thanks to d generous amount of mud that’s splattered/plastered all over my legs n feet

re-living our childhood days by playing pick-up sticks. even d sticks were old-school. i like!

the morning sky from my makeshift hammock

our breakfast at d coffeeshop just before the jetty. sells to-die-for kopi. really i'm not kidding.

a welcome sight after all that cycling. though we ended up not buying anything from there.

me n my bike

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me n my good frens met up last Friday evening for a catch-up cum bitching gossiping cum look-at-photos session last Friday at amirah’s grill. Great affordable food but lousy service, you’ve been warned yah. Sometimes we wonder why we even bother to keep in touch, all 5 of us, and I wonder myself too. but when we do, don’t you think we’re much the better for it? Yes we might not be terribly close anymore, but I sense that we can still depend on each other for support. No matter our flaws, I think it’d be too much of a shame to just let go of this. So I’m really glad that things turned out great that day. Here’s to our frenship gals!

And oh…even though I might have publicly dissed some of your wedding gifts, pls know that I’m in fact really touched by all the effort you gals hv put in getting n packaging those gifts. Really. So thank you gals…from d bottom of my heart :)

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It’s really a wonder how time flies. Had lunch with a colleague in town the other day..which was a rare event since we’ve both been posted to different outfits. He was talking abt his frustration wif the housing board..how he’d tried all the means to getting a new flat (balloting, walk-in, built to order) and failed…finding himself $40 poorer in the process. And I stopped him halfway and said “can you imagine, 5 years ago, when we were having lunch at roxy square, exchanging notes on the latest club haunts, the best diving sites and bitching of our boss and our dismal love life that 5 years on, we would be bitching abt the hdb??” it’s surreal. I look at him, and me, and thought that we pretty much looked the same. And yet, we’re not. Our circumstances are different. He’s now ready to be a father (a father!), and I’m somebody’s wife.

My point is? I donno. Blame it on the high from all that running…and all that banana juice. I love banana juice! And I love running! I love how it makes me feel. I love how it makes me look. Nothing can beat the glow of a person who’s just exerted herself. Then again, they say nothing can beat the glow of a pregnant woman. Hahha! Since I’m not pregnant, I’ll stick to getting my glow from exercising then.

I have tons more write about but I think I’ll stop for now. ciaos!