"Let the cold wind blow..."

So many things happened today. Now where do i start? Or most importantly - how do i start? Chronological order or in-order-of-most-happening? Well, i think i'd go for the Chrono. Sounds cooler and makes my mind much easier to blog.

So i slept at 0145H and woke up at 0505H. Thats exactly 3H 20min of rest that i was undisturbed until the sound of a call coming from my friend - Redz, asking me where was i. Didnt want to look bad, so i told him in my most trying refreshed voice that i was changing up and on my way to meet him. But fact is that, i was in my singlet and shorts and a lil groggy like Big Bird. Today IS the Army Half Marathon day. We had to be at Padang at 0630H for the flag off, but like i said, "Saper mau layan?!" (Translation: Who wants to bother?!) coming so uber early for an event that i personally DO NOT LIKE. In my previous post, i DID say that i DO NOT LIKE TO RUN. I took off from home silently in my sleeping red bull singlet and wore my fav grey sweater over it with my black bag choc full of stuffs. And YES, i did not manage a time to bathe. Yucks!

Well, whatever the shit is, we reached there and it was freezing riding (going 120km/h, ooops!) down PIE at 0520H. Its like being in Tibet only thing is that i've never been to Tibet. But i can imagine. We all should. Anyways, i COMPLETED the thingy. And it was a bore. Well, i DID try to complete the 21km. I really tried but was blown off course to the 10km route. Shucks! Winds down the ECP were really strong today.



Next i had a call from Zal needing my help in moving his stuffs from one house to another. Shifting house, yeah. It was really a tiring job. Lugging a fridge, boxes and boxes and tables from the 4th floor to the 1st NOT using the elavator! Even gym wasnt as tiring...

Rode through drizzling rain to Bukit Merah only to be caught in a heavy downpour along the way. It was a crazy shit downpour. Riding in my singlet it was freezing once again. Shivering while riding my bike, i felt like a loser. I could so hear the voices of those drivers laughing their ass off at me for riding in the rain. reached there and i was shivering, felt scared that i could fall sick. I'm a strong guy and im sure i'll pull through. Wrapped myself in my green towel and helped out with the boxes. No dinner, no lunch, i was starving. Buti had the iced lemon tee to carbohydratised??? my body. Haha.


Needed to go back because i had to book in and i was then met again with the unforgiving rain. rain is like women. They are sooo unforgiving when they want to be a b*tch. Freaking raining like cats and dogs and turtles here and i swear my balls off that my whole pants was drenched and so is my tee. Going at around 70km/h doesnt help with the easing of the cold winds too. Shitty!




Olympics Closing Ceremony is on and my entire family (except me of course) are glued to the TV like the other 1 billion people around the world catching the closing. Like whatever?! My next door neighbour(s) who happened to be China-men-who-rented-the-house, are too glued like birds on the Haught Tight Sticky Glue (read Roald Dahl's Mr and Mrs Twit). I just dont understand people. Besides Usain "Insane Lightning" Bolt's runs and Michael "Aquaman" Phelps, i think Olympics had been pretty much...like the other Olympics - BORING.


I wanna meet Dilla Syahirah. This is like one of the few times that i think i've really seen a Malay Girl that i deemed beautiful. Too bad cause she's Malaysian. :'(








Yours lovely,
Valentino Roosydi