a jog of memories

phew,
came back from a very very very long jog.
from my house to rail mall den to bukit timah fire station, den to e bukit batok nature park, den to e old fort factory n back to bukit panjang.


this would b under e railway.
the mini tunnel tat looks like it teleported itself from e ages of WW2.




along e way, i came across many places with lots of memories...
ran thru / pass places where i remembered lotsa fond stuff.


hmmm, this would b e place Pei Xuan lives.

i still remem going to her house many times jus to wait for her to go sch together.
n oso when going to tat MacRitchie Reservoir in our Scouts n Guides uniform.
den when i boarded e cab at 5plus am,
i still remem e taxi driver asking me if i was Mr Johnson...
i guess e operator heard my name wrongly when i booked for e cab e night b4.
hahaha.
'Johnson'... sounds so angmoh.


den i passed by places where i used to jog at like tat eerie park beside e expressway.
really scary at night!
at tat time i was like running for my life!!!
its so eerie tat u can hear e wind rustling e leaves, e crickets chirping all ard,
n tat chilling wind beating all about u.
not forgetting e cliche dim lights and dark settings.

oh n oso tat route beside e coffeeshop n lrt station where i remembered i was debating over e phrase 'over colourful'.
cant believe i was actually 'exercising' my brain while exercising my legs as well.



den we grabbed some supper aft reaching bukit panjang plaza.
e 24hrs Mac was closed.
can u believe it?!
no choice, had to resort to e gd old faithful instant noodles.

i remem in sec sch we used to eat e Nissin cup noodles + Jolly Shandy at least twice a week!
with Wilson and Weihong (was Feng and Jianqi inside too? cant remem).
i only remembered e 3 'W's !!!

yeah den we stationed at e closed closing starbucks at 1230am for awhile b4 proceeding to some staircase, for fear of being chased away.

hmm i think something similar happened aft my prom night too rite?
was it?
went to swissotel to change,
den went for supper aft seeing feng off.
den ate instant noodles again at some tables n chairs outside a closed restaurant.
wah tats like a really long time ago lah!

Hey BRAder, n i still remem tat time u were sooooo peer-pressured to go Double-O with ur classmates rite?
so like r u regretting now?
hahaha.

sry arr,
i dissuaded u instead.
but den,
we had a GREAT time of sharing and chatting til e early wee hours beside e Singapore river til 7plus am ya?
those were e crazy times...

haiz.
memories,
what a funny little thing...



anw, i came across my bro's ex's blog(well he has many ex's)
n she jus went to e funeral of Sun Yanzi's singing coach.

"What I took home tonight was really what Pst Ming said that sent tears welling up in my eyes, " At the end of the day, what is most important in life is relationships. So hug those people that you can hug now and spend time with those you can spend time with now... Tell them how much you love them. Tell them you want to have more coffees with them... ". It's no wonder that the bible says, 'Better to spend your time at funerals than at parties, after all, everyone dies - so the living should take this to heart. Sorrow is better than laughter, for sadness has a refining influence on us. A wise person thinks a lot about death, while a fool thinks only about having a good time.' (Ecc 7:2-4 NLT)"


but wat struck me was e last sentence.
"A wise person thinks a lot about death"
well, i used to always think alot bout death...
so tat made me... wiser?
i noe of frens who always think bout death.
*cough cough* AHEM! *clears throat*

n oso frens who attempted death.
but failed.
who ask her to go take panadols instead of sleeping pills...
GAWRSH.

tats a really weird statement...
til i looked up e KJV version.



Ecclesiastes 7:2-4 (King James Version)

2It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.

3Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.

4The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning; but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.

this totally meant a diff meaning.
if not, i think i'll really think of death every moment to make myself wiser!!!

scary scary.
imagine me on my bike. -thinking of death-
WHOOPS~
den u'll see like minced meat on e roads.
hahahaa.

anw,
im looking forward to e steamboat at SF's house tml night!
hope there's nice food!!!
yummy!!!!