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Something happen during my jog last night AGAIN. Seriously don’t know why at least twice a month, something weird will happen. The last time I got lost with Yuki while jogging at Kallang and the previous time got chase by a dog.

I’m so unfortunate.

Anyway, I decided to change my route again, heard that like if you jog often, try not to stick to the same route, change it every now and then so as to prevent stalkers and weird people from knowing your route and schedule which might lead to …. stuff you don’t wanna see happen. Again, I think this so doesn’t apply to me, stuff still happen.

I decided to try the NUS route last night, so I just jogged from my house into NUS and out from Kent Ridge Terminal and back home. While I was approaching KR terminal, somewhere along the Law block, I see this red convertible approaching me and slowing down. Assuming that is a lost soul seeking for direction, I decided to be a good Samaritan to stop and help even though I will probably lead him to the wrong direction if he ever ask. In the car, sat this Indian guy in his early twenties probably no older than me.

INDIAN GUY: Excuse me Miss, can you tell me how to get to heaven?

ME: Sorry, Heaven? (think for about 30 secs)

INDIAN GUY: Yeah, heaven. (smile damn cheekily)

ME: (in my most innocent voice) I’m sorry, I’m not sure.

INDIAN GUY: MUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! (HE WAS ROARING WITH LAUGHTER, LITERALLY DAMN DAMN LOUD SOMEMORE)

ME: (10 secs later) WHAT THE HELL!!!! (I screamed back)

INDIAN GUY: (CONTINUED LAUGHING AND DRIVES OFF)

I FELT LIKE RUNNING AFTER THAT CAR, JUMP IN AND KICK HIM ON HIS BUTT TILL HE SCREAM MUMMY FORGIVE ME!

I was so furious! SO SO SO MAD that I keep chanting WTH WTH WTH on my way back. SHIT HIM!

WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE HIM EXIST. CHEAT A INNOCENT GIRL FEELINGS. THE NEXT TIME SOMEONE WERE TO ASK FOR DIRECTION OR EVEN ATTEMPT, I’M GONNA SO IGNORE THEM AND PRETEND I DIDN’T NOTICE A THING!

I AM STILL MAD! STUPID INDIAN GUY!
EVEN when I’m typing this entry, my blood still boiling recalling what happened.

GRRRRRRR!!!!

I’m gonna eat SUBWAY for lunch later, hope that will bring my blood pressure down.

Oh man this is such a whiny long entry.

Anyway, I have something else to share too, a finding that I just discovered and it’s quite amazing I think.

Haiha (my roomie) just inherited this electronic weighing machine supposedly to be the most accurate form of scale and so both of us, sub-conscious and all was just trying that thing out.

My weight (shhh... this is suppose to be kept within this blog):

Before dinner/jog: 48.4

After jog: 48.3 I lost 100grams of sweat and saliva (I have a fetish to spit when I jog)

After dinner: 49.1!!!
Apparently, the amount of food I ate was almost 1 FREAKING KG~!
It sure is some good findings there.