Bored Out Of My Wits

I am not proud to say this, but it is the truth, and I guess no one can really fault me for speaking it...

I AM BORED.

I am so bored, that I have resorted to blogging about it. I think that tipping point where you realise that you REALLY have to get started on something productive instead of bumming around all day has finally arrived, and yes, I have officially TIPPED OVER. (like a teapot, short and stout and all)

At least I am glad that I have my trusty MacBook with me so that I can actually do something with my time (i.e. writing this post). I am now sitting at StarBucks at Wisma Atria, enjoying a grande iced chai tea latte, and secretly trying to will the guy next to me to finish his drink and go away (reason being he is hogging the table with access to a power socket...damn it.).

Other than that, I am in full view of a very pleasant-looking barista who has been all alacritous and 'good-English-speaking'-ish, so I am happy for now. Heehee. So...what should I blog about... *think think think*

Ah! I know. I shall share about my running experience yesterday night.

So my flatmate (Emmeline) and I decided to go for a run around our neighbourhood, and we ended discovering many an interesting place in the Keppel/Labrador/VivoCity/Harbourfront vicinity. It started off as a slow jog down Alexandra Road, past the PSA building, before turning onto Pasir Panjang Road. It amazed me that I was still alive at that point (it was only 15 minutes into the jog), and I was also amazed by how different the entire area looked.

There were now stations where jungle used to be, and up and coming condominiums and 'uniquely' named park-esque places like Berlayer (I think I got the name right) Creek. Well, we went down the road and turned into Keppel Marina, and went round the entire around. Yes, past Prive, and the yachts moored in the marina, and past the mostly empty apartment overlooking the sea.

We joked a lot about how rich all these people must be, and I did my best impersonation of a Malaysian auntie, complete with accurately accented Mandarin and speech patterns. We went past a long wooden walkway that snaked around the mangrove areas, and past a creepy looking colonial house on the hill. (That place gave me the chills...it was all too negative and 'yin' for my tastes).

We also caught discovered couples 'pak-tor-ing' in the few rest points along the trail. How/Why a mosquito-ridden mangrove can be a place for romance still eludes me, but hey, to each his own.

All in all, it was a good 2-hours spent, as we did a lot of catching up on the run, and got to discover many new and interesting places for our next run. =)