woo-wooo-wooooo. woo-woo-woooooooooo.

PFFT. some people will believe anything. I mean, obviously the CIA weren't imaginative enough to make up dinosaurs. Besides that, one major flaw with that argument, how would The Doctor exist without time travel?

QED lor.

i miss my blue sister, so wide and welcoming and mad.

i miss the Andaman sea.

it's been an odd sort of year. a lot of it seems to have happened inside my mind. probably should have chronicled it better. ah well.

i've been sketching things lately. they kinda look like storyboards. or comics.

maybe that's where the words have been running off to.

i should care more, but it's a sunday night, and the mean reds are laying in wait for tomorrow.
good night, universe. keep doing that thing you do so well. especially the existing part, it's my favourite.

my ego just level'd up!

look what i just discovered!
My favourite long jog-walk-curse route is 9.17KM! (That is super long for me, in case you're wondering how to react.)

Granted, I walk a fair bit in the middle to recover. Mapmyrun.com wins my whee because it's SO gratifying to finally realise that I shouldn't be cheesed off when I start flagging on the turn around Fort Canning. Look, it's already 2++KM in! Besides, if I pushed past that bit, I get a second wind around UE Square.

Strangely enough, I used to hit my groove at the 1.5km and 3km mark too, back when I was running up to 9 times a week. This favourite route I just mapped however, I probably only pound once a month, give or take a month. hehehe.

No, I didn't map my run so that I can procrastinate actually putting my shoes on until it gets too late to run at all, what do you think I am, a loser who flags around 2++KM?

SNORT. Now, about that yellow ribbon run...