the pavement is crisp and grey

i have been telling myself - pleading to myself - to run more these days, to not be complacent and whine when i become busy so on friday i went for a long - though somewhat inconsistent, like bad tv reception ha - run and oh if you take a cuppachino -americano can also, caffine generally, the magazines say it is not unhealthy - several hours before a run it will get your heart racing before your body - sometimes it is a good thing because you are not allowed to stop at the in between lazy moments but i suppose yesterday's coffee rush was a little too - rush but well today was lovely because it was breezy and i could have gone on longer if i had thicker socks [ thicker socks, remind yourself ] and now my toes are a little crumbly and my shoulders a little shiny and i felt a little sassy-er [ i could say it is to keep the hair up ] running today because, i had clips in my hair and it takes just this kickstart in the brain to say to myself - tomorrow i will [finally] go for a swim!

saturday meltdown: it is always fun to eat with sharon. we eat like nobody's business at the hawker centre - satay/hokkien mee/chin chow/stingray - and whine later at our horrific fullness and then we proceed to coffee bean at serangoon gardens after dragging ying with us to have coffee and shriek and coo like nobody's business whilst excitably bombarding ying with ideas on where to take steven and in between calling sammie and conversing in high decibels through the phone because - oh we will not know till then she tells us - my girls of frou frou and non-frou frou girl-liness it has been ten years.