Ohhhh~ what a glorious day.

My granny just called and she made some really hilarious yet comforting comment on the break-up. She's one funny grandma.

Anyway, I roped myself in for the Nike City 10k together with a few other monkeys. But I'm kinda like the only tomboy girl who's so hyperactive and forever on the go. Got the Nike band and it's acting like my trainer these days. The longest I ran thus far for a run was the 12km stint which I did on Sunday. The rest of my runs are between 8-11km.

I'm only able to go beyond the upper most limit of 11km when my body's endorphin production leads to the publicized effect of a runner's high. It takes over my threshold completely, so I'm able to continue running even when my knees are completely worn out. This sounds sick, but nothing beats the sense of satisfaction after the run. It beats the pain and tiredness hands down, completely.

But oh well, the late night suppers those monkeys always pull me out for are defeating the purpose of my runs. You should look at the amount of food those twits order.. Just scary.
With Ryan's coolcar, we experienced the utmost hilarious kicks of a dancing car. And crashing Mustafa at 3am is the worst choice ever.. Laughed too hard, talked too much, made too much noise, got punked by the indian salesman (HAHAHA). Withdrawal symptoms= Stomach cramp, face cramp, a big tummy.