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Today is 13 Feb.
No big deal except i finally MANAGED to get my ass off the bed at 640am for a deadly morning run.

Gosh...i was so steady the last time... like 2mths back.
The crazy nite shifts in January killed my routine n discipline...
And now in the middle of Feb,
I am paying the price.
Wah lau...that 20 minutes was damn tough!
I HATE IT!
but oh, i think i am repeat my self-inflicted agony/torture tomorrow.

What is it about running that is so sickening n alluring at the same time?
I mean, i sweat bucket-loads, look my worst, feel like shit, and worst of all,
makes me wake up at unearthly hours (slf-inflicted oso, cos i can't seem to run any other time of the day)............. but i so wanna do it everyday. Or every other day.

The morning air, the heart beating pathetically to catch up with ur feet,
the deceptive sense of feeling free n able-bodied.
It just makes me feel more alive than any other physical exhaustion.
Anyway, how long more can i run the way i do without feeling like i can't take it?
10 years? 15 years?
I'm proud of myself...i really ran. Not strolled, not jogged...but paces faster n longer.


8 more days before i get hitched.
I bought my ROM dress yesterday...and a silly bag to go with it.
I didn't really want the bag...didn't think it was fantastic or anything.
But i am so evil... i tink i jus wanted terence to spend more money on me and to feel pampered.
Yes, I am an idiot. And a very bad wife-to-be.
Gosh...i think tis the first time i using the word wife.
It jus sent shivers down every nerve.

My mum bought me a diamond bracelet.
Impressive... it was like $3k plus.
What will I do without my mummy?
A diamond-less, perpetually broke girl.


Wish List
1. Pilates classes
2. Shoes to go with my ROM white dress. (silver kitten heels)
3. Acrylic pedicure to hide my disgusting running-shoes-destroyed toenails
4. Brown leather roomy bag
5. V-day gift my Terence