I woke up this morning with full intention to go out for a jog. I was gonna go yesterday but woke up late and obviously there's really no point in jogging at 10.30am with 5 inches of sunscreen on. Plus it was such a good weather to sink under my covers and resume to my land of raining men.
When I invited Iffah yesterday, could you believe she replied with a downright "No way!"? I mean, what!? Not even the courtesy to at least hesitate and contemplate? After a lil coaxing, we concluded that if it didn't rain this morn, we'd go. So I got up this morn and texted her to see if she was up for it. She must've sung her lungs out in her effort to get the rain to pour and probably waited till I texted her, you know... in case I overslept so she could somehow wiggle her way out of it. Tough luck, I was determined to get her ass off the couch.
Into our 2nd round of what turned out to be brisk walking instead of jogging, we bumped into my Standard 6 class teacher, Pn. Aishah! She said she recognized our faces but obviously to remember names, she'd have to be Einstein or something (no, she didn't say that). She better remember me, she threw me off to the end corner of the room to laugh to myself for laughing out loud at the back of a class thanks to a certain Munirah Mazlan for being such a tattle tale.
She still pretty much looks the same and has stopped teaching for about a year now. And us, well not really the same. Some of us just stopped growing that fateful year and now looking vertically challenged more than ever. We were the class of '96 and now it's been 12 years down the road... another full fold of the age we were back then and more than eligible to vote. We chatted for quite a bit. Oh Mun, I brought your name up too just to check her memory but she probably remembers your mom better. Sorry! Hahah.
Well it was all good. We're a pretty healthy neighbourhood you know, us TTDIans? You should see how packed the park is in the mornings, even monkeys are swinging away.
After warming down, Iffah and I went off to get nasi lemak.
When I invited Iffah yesterday, could you believe she replied with a downright "No way!"? I mean, what!? Not even the courtesy to at least hesitate and contemplate? After a lil coaxing, we concluded that if it didn't rain this morn, we'd go. So I got up this morn and texted her to see if she was up for it. She must've sung her lungs out in her effort to get the rain to pour and probably waited till I texted her, you know... in case I overslept so she could somehow wiggle her way out of it. Tough luck, I was determined to get her ass off the couch.
Into our 2nd round of what turned out to be brisk walking instead of jogging, we bumped into my Standard 6 class teacher, Pn. Aishah! She said she recognized our faces but obviously to remember names, she'd have to be Einstein or something (no, she didn't say that). She better remember me, she threw me off to the end corner of the room to laugh to myself for laughing out loud at the back of a class thanks to a certain Munirah Mazlan for being such a tattle tale.
She still pretty much looks the same and has stopped teaching for about a year now. And us, well not really the same. Some of us just stopped growing that fateful year and now looking vertically challenged more than ever. We were the class of '96 and now it's been 12 years down the road... another full fold of the age we were back then and more than eligible to vote. We chatted for quite a bit. Oh Mun, I brought your name up too just to check her memory but she probably remembers your mom better. Sorry! Hahah.
Well it was all good. We're a pretty healthy neighbourhood you know, us TTDIans? You should see how packed the park is in the mornings, even monkeys are swinging away.
After warming down, Iffah and I went off to get nasi lemak.
I've been tagged my mynn so let me do this tag before I dissolve in my realm of unconscious hiatus ...
8 Random Things About Moi!
1) Quoting Mun, I'm a bag whore. I am, I really am. I love looove lurrrvee bags, especially designer handbags. In fact, I'm afraid that when I start working, all my pay will end up going to those good for nothing designer handbags rather than proper investments like home property and other boring-adult-responsible stuff. I'm a sucker for pretty scarves too.
Notice how Miss VB seems to strut a Birkin in every possible colour and the too well-known heiress PH with her 2.55 in all fabric and structures there is to ever exist? Well I certainly have! GrrRrrrr!
2) I prefer vacuuming than mopping. Mopping requires a certain angle that my back cannot take. Plus, I have this compulsiveness when mopping. I end up washing the mop thoroughly under tap water before I sink it in the detergent pail again. I will never ever dip the dirty mop in the detergent pail without having rinsed it.
3) I wash and clean and scrub and whatever there is that needs cleaning when I'm stressed. It's how I channel my stress.
4) I think that when lecturers ask you questions or when people ask you jokes/riddles, they secretly don't want you to know the answer coz they seek pleasure in giving out the answers themselves. (Hahah, how's THAT for random!?)
5) Among my family members, I only speak proper English with my dad and bro who's a year younger than me.
6) I hesitate lending my precious books to people simply because some don't know how to treat books right. I can't tolerate dogeared pages, broken spines and ketchup-stained pages. I also hate it when people lend my books to their friends and so on. That's how my books turn up to me like belacan, if I'm lucky to ever see it againlah.
Speaking of which, remember the 'Little House on The Prairie' series I've been searching high and low for? I finally have it in my hands and I'm absolutely delighted! It came in a few months ago but well... let's not go there. The pictures were taken when I first got it, plastic wrapped et all.
7) I have allergic contact dermatitis to nickel and allergic rhinitis. Google it, you might have them too. Hahah.
8)I shower naked. I'm not into cats, in fact I'm afraid of them.
Tag! You're it Kai! (Kai, remember us REALLY playing TAG back in those days in that Green Room? Hahah!)
8 Random Things About Moi!
1) Quoting Mun, I'm a bag whore. I am, I really am. I love looove lurrrvee bags, especially designer handbags. In fact, I'm afraid that when I start working, all my pay will end up going to those good for nothing designer handbags rather than proper investments like home property and other boring-adult-responsible stuff. I'm a sucker for pretty scarves too.
Notice how Miss VB seems to strut a Birkin in every possible colour and the too well-known heiress PH with her 2.55 in all fabric and structures there is to ever exist? Well I certainly have! GrrRrrrr!
2) I prefer vacuuming than mopping. Mopping requires a certain angle that my back cannot take. Plus, I have this compulsiveness when mopping. I end up washing the mop thoroughly under tap water before I sink it in the detergent pail again. I will never ever dip the dirty mop in the detergent pail without having rinsed it.
3) I wash and clean and scrub and whatever there is that needs cleaning when I'm stressed. It's how I channel my stress.
4) I think that when lecturers ask you questions or when people ask you jokes/riddles, they secretly don't want you to know the answer coz they seek pleasure in giving out the answers themselves. (Hahah, how's THAT for random!?)
5) Among my family members, I only speak proper English with my dad and bro who's a year younger than me.
6) I hesitate lending my precious books to people simply because some don't know how to treat books right. I can't tolerate dogeared pages, broken spines and ketchup-stained pages. I also hate it when people lend my books to their friends and so on. That's how my books turn up to me like belacan, if I'm lucky to ever see it againlah.
Speaking of which, remember the 'Little House on The Prairie' series I've been searching high and low for? I finally have it in my hands and I'm absolutely delighted! It came in a few months ago but well... let's not go there. The pictures were taken when I first got it, plastic wrapped et all.
7) I have allergic contact dermatitis to nickel and allergic rhinitis. Google it, you might have them too. Hahah.
8)
Tag! You're it Kai! (Kai, remember us REALLY playing TAG back in those days in that Green Room? Hahah!)
