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* JaYNe *
17 Jan
Twenty 6
HMPS | SNGS | NJC | NTU


* Craze *
KickBoxing
Hip-hop dancing
Jogging
Piyogilates
Wii
PSP
DS
Sophie Kinsella
Health Magz
Newsweek
Guys who look good in PINK



* Wishes *
White Honda FIT
Waffle maker
Lasik
An Enormous House



* Goals *
Full Marathon
Masters in anything
Thread Water
Park a car



* Reads *

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Monday, November 28, 2005

 

~ I'm SOrrY Auntie!!! I left you in the lurch when you needed me most =`( ~

How could I leave her in the lurch when she needed me most???

Gosh I'm plagued with GUILT now. =((

The Standard Chartered Marathon is happening this Sunday *panic* and I went jogging at the canal with my colleagues. I actually ran 8km without stopping. I must have been possessed. Anyway, I saw this grossly unfortunate girl in a bright pink jogging suit with bloody enormous boops, so gigantic, she can suffocate a cow with them. To quote LL, she was like carry 2 medicine balls while she ran. Oh gosh. Her back must have hurt like mad. I'm suddenly learning to appreciate my cute tits.

Took the train home and I saw this Auntie sitting at the Buona Vista Station. She was clutching her heart and head and was sobbing uncontrollably. So poor thing! So I went up to her and asked if she was alright. She was apparantly feeling really giddy. I was at a total lost and the first thing that came to my mind was to deep breathe- yoga style. I told her exactly that but she obviously ignored me. Ha! OK then a sensible idea finally dawned on me and I asked if she wanted to call her family to pick her up. She nodded, handed me her hp and I helped her call her son, Andrew, who sounded rather cute over the phone, but I changed my mind after she started talking to him in Hokkien. Keke. All of a sudden, she started coughing really badly and looked like she was about to puke all over the floor. (In fact, she really did cos I saw some puke lying on the floor as I parted) Wild thoughts ran through my head and I contemplated for a long while, wondering if I should hand her my old yellow plastic bag which I've kept my running shoes in for the past 6 months. I reckon it's not very nice since that might make her puke even more. I rummaged through my 3 bags and voila! I found a red plastic bag which I've kept my sweaty towel in. Sweaty towel was of cos a more fragrant choice than smelly shoes so I happily gave up my plastic bag. Then my train came and I left.

I left. i actually LEFT.

Leaving her PUKING MADLY into the RED plastic bag with LINGERING SWEATY TOWEL SMELL.

I left her in the lurch cos MY TRAIN ARRIVED.

I didn't have the heart to wait for her HANDSOME SON WHO CAN SPEAK HOKKIEN to turn up.

I hesitated and wanted to cross the platform and turn back. But I DIDN'T.

*wails* HOW COULD I?!!?!!!!

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