Hello people!

For those of you who are my close friends, you probably know that I am over my mind in agony because of my indecision over where I should accept the NYGH DSA offer, or just skip it and TRY to get into RGS. Today we received the form that we have to fill in to state whether we accept whatever school or not. I have NO IDEA what to do. Actually, I haven't had one for the past few months. But as a Christian, I AM counting on God to help me ace everything and get me, safely and soundly, into RGS.

So anyway, moving on. In a desperate attempt to lose weight, pronto, so I can actually fit into nice clothes without looking like the ginormous whale-cow clonic abnormality I really am, I have decided to go jogging/running at the lane behind my estate by the park, 5 laps per day. Ha ha, you think 5 laps is a freaking joke. Well, the freaking lane is damn long, okay. I started yesterday. By the first lap, I was tired. I took a break. By the second, I was quite tired. I took another break. (No, I'm not being lazy. This was part of the plan.) By the third lap, I was ready to quit. I took a break. By the fourth, I wondered if I should just drop it, go home, and feel disappointed with myself to the point of despair. I took a break. By the fifth lap, I really, really thought I might puke. Then I went home.

Today I went again. And I was harrassed by disgusting old men/uncles twice. Oh, for goodness sake. Here goes. While I was jogging/running my first lap, a malay "uncle" riding his bike rode by me, turned his head and whistled. Or maybe it was the wind. But I'm pretty sure it was him. I was like, "Oh my God... OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!" I was so freaked out. Excuse me! Please keep your lecherous, disgusting, completely revolting eyes to yourself, mister! And I was NOT dressed indecently, for your information. I was dressed perfectly ALRIGHT, in a COLLARED-SHIRT that covers the collar bones, perfectly fine sleeves, and a pair of dark blue shorts that leaves only about, 3 inches of thigh from the knee. OKAY?!? So, because it was about 6+ but then, not a lot of people were there. There were more people on Sunday, but I guess that's because it was a Sunday. So after I finished another lap, I decided it was too late, was getting dark, and was very unsafe for me to remain there, so I went home. On the way home, I met this old, Chinese man, old enough to be my grandpa, and he was walking using a walking stick.

Then he sort of laughed and was like (In Chinese), "Miss, where are you going?" (Insert laugh) Okay, I cast him a terrified-heh... look and quickly continued walking away. Then he laughed again. Okay, so I'll give him the benefit of doubt, maybe he was just some harmless old man trying to be friendly to huge whale-cows they see on the street, i.e., me, BUT WHAT THE HELL?!?

I am SO going earlier tomorrow to jog, like, at 5. Oh, and I still have to do 5 push-ups and 8 sit-ups. I hope I can improve my stamina and then increase the number of sit-ups I do per day gradually, because seriously, I am SO FAT. But I won't increase the number of push-ups, 5 is enough. Actually, according to Sara Ng, I'm supposed to 15 per day, 5 in the morning, afternoon and night each. But, oh well. Who wants to have huge arms?

So, that's all, I guess. Bye.