Memories of the Wind.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Exercise.
I start exercising early in the morning everyday..
when I run to the bus stop to wait for my bus to work. Haa. It is do or die for me. It was a lunging dash right from the point where the lift door threw open and I propelled forward and every ounce of my muscle was called upon in a mad frenzy.
I am a true sprinter. All the scenery flew past me like I was a bullet train. I personally believe I am breaking records everyday.
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All right. Bull shit. I enjoy rushing like mad though I know I could have avoid doing so if I leave house earlier. This is due to the fact that the bus always arrives at a stipulated timing and if I miss that particular bus, I would have to wait 20min for the next bus and I will definitely be late. However, I am just one of those who never learn their lesson.
Well. Never mind.
I love running in familiar grounds, watch familiar faces and familiar sights wheeze past me. Somehow, even the Bangladeshi who lives in the rubbish dump downstairs warms my heart too.
=)
If one day, I shall leave this neighbourhood, it will be with a heavy heart. Much less leaving Singapore permanently if I work overseas one day. No wonder the song "I do not want to live on the moon" by Kermit the frog keeps on playing in my head.
when I run to the bus stop to wait for my bus to work. Haa. It is do or die for me. It was a lunging dash right from the point where the lift door threw open and I propelled forward and every ounce of my muscle was called upon in a mad frenzy.
I am a true sprinter. All the scenery flew past me like I was a bullet train. I personally believe I am breaking records everyday.
...
...
All right. Bull shit. I enjoy rushing like mad though I know I could have avoid doing so if I leave house earlier. This is due to the fact that the bus always arrives at a stipulated timing and if I miss that particular bus, I would have to wait 20min for the next bus and I will definitely be late. However, I am just one of those who never learn their lesson.
Well. Never mind.
I love running in familiar grounds, watch familiar faces and familiar sights wheeze past me. Somehow, even the Bangladeshi who lives in the rubbish dump downstairs warms my heart too.
=)
If one day, I shall leave this neighbourhood, it will be with a heavy heart. Much less leaving Singapore permanently if I work overseas one day. No wonder the song "I do not want to live on the moon" by Kermit the frog keeps on playing in my head.
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