I've started exercising. Swam with Justin and JH last week and I'm hoping it's a start to exercising weekly - or okay - bi-weekly, depending on how lazy I feel. CC, Woon Woon and I are thinking of wakeboarding or something. That'll be fun.
Just fed my nygh and hcjc notes to the recycle bin. Mitosis, quantum physics and weird-looking mathematical formulas - things I can't recall anything about. But the significance of these papers lies in the scribbles by my friends and I, the cartoons we drew (there's no stopping YJ when she's drawing her bball fairy everywhere), the tic-tac-toes, the cheesy chinese song lyrics and more... These'll have to stay in my memories. Too much nostalgia results in cockroach eggs and incessant nagging.
It occurs to me I can't get rid of all e clutter in my room and inside me at one go, but regular spring-cleaning may just give myself a little more space.
Prompted by a friend, I've joined this networking website called Tagged. Besides all the "hi" messages (including one by a bisexual female), I've got one asking if I'm interested to be a social escort. "Don't waste your youth," the sender says, "all the guys are screened carefully and are below 32." And to up the draw of her offer, she further assures me "looks doesn't matter." I'm not quite sure if that's an insult.
Oh, Zouk has renewed my membership, despite my not-very-impressive attendance. And I have a whole list of remote/new spots I want to check out. Drinks, perhaps?
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