The L-oh-rama

Being in a holiday, the closest thing i can get into sport is playing FIFA 08 at the pc, or watching Man Utd beating Chelski in the champions league final while sipping teh tarik and roti canai at the mamak. Realising that my body has been "growing" steadily at the wrong place, I started panicking. I realised that I need to exercise, REAL sport.


I woke up at 7.45 in the morning, and the weather was cloudy, the basketball court was empty, and the mp3 was fully charged. As Chinese proverb saying, a good start is half the battle won. Anyway, there i was at the basketball court, running around the court.


After 10 or 12 minutes, my stomach started turning like the motor in a washing machine, I guess it's time to call it a day. I ran back home and hitting the toilet straight away for No. 2.

After losing energy and my body juice and sac, it's time for some "healthy" food, no ? I restock my body with Lo Mai Kai and after that, sleep.

An interesting thing was, I was dreaming that I was at a toilet where the toilet seat was very freaking comfortable. And then the seat was stuck at my ass, where subsequently I fell down to the floor, and I woke up finding myself in the floor ( I was sleeping at the sofa anyway ).


After 10 days, that was still the only time I managed to get up early and get my butt to jogging. Maybe tomorrow, ah~ a man can dream though..