Sunday morning started with a horrid monsoonal rain...The kind of rain that makes you hate waking up and going out. The kind of rain that makes it seem as if the sky had gastric flu and is furiously purging its vast cloudy bowels.

Unfortunately, I had a mission to accomplish today...I was going to attempt a 30 km jog in preperation for the Stand-Chart next month...I hit East Coast Park with Dad in the wee hours of the morning....we waited in the car for an eternity, vacillating between our decision to start the run or return to our warm and cosy lodgings...In the end, we succumbed to our fear of the elements, and went home. What a bummer.

On the journey home, the mood was black... mirroring the dark and dire weather conditions. It did not help that a jocund falsetto was crooning "Raindrops Are Falling On My Head" on the car stereo...with much aplomb, if i may add. I've never heard a more mocking rendition. What an irony.

When we finally got home, Mum screamed at us...making our already pitiful situation even worse. At that point of time, I just wanted to run away from it all.

Which I did.

I ended up in Upper Pierce Reservoir, some 15km away from my house.

I thoroughly enjoyed a run and returned home revitalised and rejuvenated... to my Mum's chagrin and consternation. I was chaffed for running away from home...I never expected such a violent backlash from my little act of disobedience...I mean, it's not as if my drunken form was found in some back alley (touch wood)....right? And isn't the government constantly promoting a healthy lifestyle? What's wrong with me going for a short morning jog around my quaint and quiet neighbourhood (i.e. Singapore)? I never expected that my first time running away from home would lead to such unfortunate circumstances (Note to all angsty teenaged Goth-punk rebel wannabes: Never run away in the way I did...It's totally unglam and leads to an unnecessary furore at home.)

Fortunately, Mother, being the kind, magnanimous and compassionate Dear (Hi Mum! Hope you like this description) that she is, forgave me and allowed me to return to her caring and nurturing bosom after I had repented and decried my unholy and shameful personal behaviour.

Ah, it's a great feeling to be loved and forgiven by your Mother!

Now to other issues...Oops, I did it again. I admit...I'm sorry if the things I've said made you feel the way you do....I just want to enjoy the time that we spend together...That's it. And even though I'm say playful and provocative things sometimes, please don't get the wrong idea. I hope you understand...ya.

Met Sam, Roys, Celia and the rest over the holiday season...Thoroughly relished the delicious food at Siti's...It was a great afternoon. *burpz*