Thursday, June 11, 2009
run baby, run.
1983
It is the slimmest waistline of a anorexic supermodel that this will be the first prize in Singapore's big sweep, toto or the 4D.In fact, if I lay motionless un-revived with a super potion by the paramedics on scene, then this could be.
This marathon i am participating has been a bee in a bonnet. It has been, an ordeal in fact a martyrdom, but I began to show preferences for it, somehow. "the road to the run" I called, is tiresome, energy-sapping, sweating, being deprived of great big sleep and yea early morning sunrise at 6am despite schools having its sleep. I believe i am still not up as the birds to catch its worm when school commence. So when it is all done and dusted, the endurance trials that made me accomplish my hurdle will be missed.
And he said, “Hey are you 17?”
And I said, “Nope that is my rider code. I am way older, I am 21.”
And he said, “Woah! Aren’t you supposed to be married?
And I said, “Hell no!”
And he said, “But do you want to?”
And I said, “This relationship revolves around intensive commitment, dedication and devotion. I wanna be a free man, kid.”
And he said, “Great answer.”












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