Sports that tickle..

OMG, I am in KL...

I have sooo much to tell..
but I havent uploaded the photoes yet...

hehezz.. So..I'll jus post an overdue entry..

I'll tell you about KL soon.. Oh my... I cant wait!!!!

Anyway,....


A few days ago, I went jogging.

Surprised?

I was too...

I was flabbergasted.

Stoned.

Whacked.

Knackered.

Dead.

I was never a jogger, I was once strictly a 100m sprinter and a long jumper.

(I know I knoww.. you must be thinking how to jump far with short legs like mine.. but in actuality, I could do that cycling-in-the-air thing.. according to my coach anyway.. )

Seriously man.. if all the high/long jumpers have bodies made of legs only..

What's jumping?

Define jumping!

It's become walking over a stick or walking across a sand patch.

Name of the sport should be SandPatchJayWalk, PoleCrossing or something.

These jumpers should unfailing own short legs to test their real jumping skills and not capitalise on their leg's lengths. Correct anot???? NO???

Arrrhh...

I still remember the days i had to do Sec School's cross country.

Fren: Girl, you made it to the 2.4 km finish line.

Celly: Yeah I know. Hehe..

Fren: But!!!! I saw you on SBS bus just now.

Celly: Yeah I know Hehe..

Fren: What do you mean Yeah he he? You cheated!

Celly: No I didna, I finished my 100m sprint, the rest ain't my job.

Fren: ..............


This event proved that, not only do I not step into other's territory,
I am also task focused to the max! I stick to my role and do not negotiate.

I've always thought jogging is boring anyway.

Left.. Right.. left.. right.. left ..right... left... right..

Boo....Ring....Bo.....Ring....Bo....Ring...Bo..ring..

Gimme badminton anyday mann..

I fell asleep jogging once... So boring.

I also once tried jogging with my best babe Jac but we ended up bitching and goin for teh peng at FongSeng.

I completely fail in the jogging area.


But then again, a few days ago. I went jogging.

I must've been crazy. Isnt' it.
Not like I have all the time in the world.
Not with papers coming up.
So if you thought that I mustve jogged because of cute guys,
you're quite right.. har harrr...

Jogging Session Results:

1. I whined like a donkey as I jogged:

Diagnosis:
This is something I can never comprehend.

When I hit the clubs/rave parties/mambo
- from 10pm to 3am in Singapore
-or 10pm-6am then 6am-11am overseas,
non stop gyrating and
jumping,
raving,
dancing,
shouting,
swearing,
shaking,
a LOT of Cardio exercise basically.

NO PROBLEM!

Lungs, my pair of them, as good as hell, as black but as powerful, as intact!

In fact, I always felt so rejuvenated afterwards.
Completely refreshed.
High in the sky!
And smashed drunk of course.
This temporary awakening sometimes
managed to give me the much-blessed post party joys.

BUT!!!

When I jog, my lungs will shrink into the size of petit pois.
It's almost as if the thought of jogging itself has shrivelled dear lungs away.
SO, they turned out to be not quite as fit as I thought for a 45 minutes jog.
And that's not even shiong enough by NUS midnight jogging geezer standard.

After 15 minutes, I started whistling through my nose.
It just sounded ridiculous, but I couldnt stop it.
That was the only way I could breathe.
It was embarrassing to jog with two fit guys..
if you sound like an asthmatic donkey having sex.

." Heee..Orr..HEeee..Orrr..HEEKKK... Hee..Orrh.. Eeghh..Orhh"

What a turn off. Or a turn on. Whichever.

At first, I thought the latter, but It didn't happen.
Despite the regular pantings and hushings.
The low breaths, the husky throat clearing.
The "Oh god, jogging makes sexy noises"...

NOPES!

Unsexy. Whatever.

It was a donkey jogging as far I know.


2. Next two days cannot climb stairs.

I seemed to lose some ligaments. The ones that used to help me bend my knees and lengthen my hemstrings. I may have dropped them along the way back from FongSeng during jogging.

Heh.


My hemstrings pulled. Yeah. I have some.
And they got abused by one fyucking jogging session,
LOUSY!!!!


3. Now Ad the Great finally believed that I've completed my 1.6km in Primary School and my friends have increased their level perception of my sportiness.
I actually am very sporty. They never see only.
I also hardly see. But when I see, I know I am sporty. ^^

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So, that's my year long worth of jog.
I am going back to clubbing, breakdancing, rollerblading and badminton.
The only allowed jogging is on the treadmill, with aircon, muscly men and mirror. HaHA!!


A few friends were concerned about my well-being.
Actually a pair of them.

Me: I went jogging a few days ago!

Jac: No shit...

me: No shit..

Jac: You suree????? You lost a bet or what??

Me: Really larrrr... with Benson and Ad.

Sham: That's good !! Bloody Jolly Good!

Me: But... I cant take it la.. jogging's not for me.. Can you suggest me something else?

Jac: Briskwalking la.. you like to shake your bootylicious ass ...

Me: You know I got slapped in the arse often.. no!

Sham: Badminton? You can whoop their asses for hours..

Me: Yeah.. but very hard to find kaki...

Sham: Then just watch Debbie Does Dallas for hours.

Me: I could do that..

Jac: Wait wait.. I mean.. immitate her also or somelike..

Me: But..all the way?

Jac: Cardio exercise lady! Constant workout!

Me: ME Arms Gonna Drop offf babe....

Jac: Change!.. left.. right...

Me: Uhh.....Can I just..." __*^%$__ "..?

JAc: No! That's cheating..

Me: Bleugh...

Jac: That's why.. go find boyos..
Find fat fat ones even better coz you do all the work...

Me: Dowan... I believe in emancipation of the females. Equality!
Tit for Tat.

Jac: Lucky number is 69 ah..

Me: Told you. Save time. Equality.

Sham: Anyhow, how was library? any new cute guys?any flirting?

Me: Nah.. wouldnt call that flirting...

Sham: Call WHAT flirting?

Me: John threw paper balls at my head and tried to stick pokky up my nose and ears.

Jac: That's sweet. So secondary school.. but sweet.

Me: Poke my nose with strawberry pokky stick? Sweet my pert arse..

Sham: Well, he likes to poke things into your crevices..

Me: And of all crevices, my nose....

Sham: Well... To start with..

Me: Maybe in a century's time he'll get it right...

Sham: Hehe..



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Ok.. I have to go to work liao... har harr...

xxx