justrun-.

never to be seen again

no kind soul has returned my (priceless) helmet so i guess it's never coming back. in some weird way i think it's the heavens trying to teach me something- learning to let go. i've long known that i have a very big problem of not being able to let go of things/ people/ habits etc. i was very lucky to have been returned my phone and wallet TWICE. (i know i'm an idiot for losing them twice. well phone the first time and both the next)

sigh. i wish there was another way of preserving memories other than relying on just my dumb lousy brain. perhaps one day someone will be able to discover a way for us to RELIVE our memories. see, touch, hear, feel, smell..

perhaps it's psychological but a lot of the things that occur or things that i notice are occuring are somehow linked to memories of you. memories that send a shock through my body and paralyse me in pain, fear and regret for what seems like forever.

finally pinpointed the cause of my red light district forehead. STUPID SHAMPOO. after isolating the allergens, finally found that it was the shampoo. no thanks to that i have come up with a fresh crop of red lights. i super need a short circuit.

was super cold this morning. headwind was super strong. but our 4 member strong peleton (if u can even call it one lol) braved the wind. new atmosphere, new people, new dynamics. raph's fake hongkie accent never fails to amuse, while mansheng's smart retorts to raph's insults leaves me in stitches. time has passed, but STILL- we are always trying to drop J. rotfl. you always loved to do that.. and laugh as we successfully worked together to do so. it's kinda mean actually. but you won't really understand unless you're right there riding with us... how people somehow manage to whisper the message, "eh we drop J after this". and as everyone surges ahead you hear shouts of "LET'S GO! LET'S GO!" pressuring you to stick to the wheel in front and peddle as hard as you possibly can. there's this surge of adrenaline when you try to take off like that.. indescribable. haha all these experiences and emotions at the expense of J :P thanks J! for being the sacrificial lamb.

hanging around 2 pseudo gays really pollutes your mind. a snippet of post-training conversation btwn the 2 pseudo gays- raph and mansheng:

mansheng: eh raph stick your hand in here (points to his behind)
raph: what?!
mansheng: you gotta do it now, to release the lactic acid!
raph: don't want. ask pat to do it.

imagine if these 2 got together with the 3 marists in class... ROTFL.

[pat]* decided to runaway-.

put on her shoes at [22:40]

and took [20071021] strides

it's the passion that drives you