Sports Day

listening to hoobastank's 'Running Away'...

My sis roused me from my slumber earlier this morning to go for a run together. Shit. Thought she would have forgotten, since I asked her while she was in dreamland. This shows that the subconscious mind works, even at 3am in the morning. Hmm... subliminal mind control lessons for me soon, so that I can take over the world. *glint in eye, looking like Dr Evil* Muahahaha!!!

Going to bed at four then waking up at eight to exercise is torturous, especially when your gut is still semi-filled with beer. Apart from that, the run was good. Fresh air clears the brain and perspiring makes me feel detoxicated. Usually I trot around the estate at night after classes, though morning jogs are safer. Not because the chance of meeting baddies is significantly lowered, but because the probability of stepping on camouflaged dog pooh in daylight is zero. Funny how dried canine doodoo pieces look like small gray stones.

By the way, Freddy Ng, we've picked up your key pouch along the route. I assume it's yours because there are some namecards with 'Freddy Ng' on them. You have neither money nor other identifications in the pouch. I'll probably call you to return it to you, else I'll drop it at the NPP.

Going for pilates later with TY. I proclaim today 'Kay's Sports Day'. I will redeem myself before going for another round of drinks with the gang tonight.