not all teenagers my age bother to wake up at 6ma everyday just to go jogging or cycling.

as observed that most of the people i see while outside at that time are either in their late 30s or very very old.

but it's pretty cool.

i realise it's very beautiful to cycle into upper pierce reservoir at about 6.30am in the morning. it's just light enough and not much traffic. and there it is very misty.

i just like the way my bike's headlight pierce through the mist like a sword.

upon reaching the reservoir, there're very little people and NO screaming kids around.

so cooling.

natural air-conditioning.

the only time when i truly enjoyed natural air-conditioning was when i was in JC1 and the whole bunch of us went for the NYAA Gold Air Hitam Camping trip at Malaysia.

it was such so peaceful

serene.

i fell asleep there. but of course for a short while only before carrying on with the rest of the biking trip.

i was already on the way home when i started day dreaming.

so much so i didnt realise the traffic light turned red.

bloody hell.

must quickly downshift and jam brake.

and a last night i noticed that my rear brake's wire is loose. no wonder the braking was so soft. and my rear wheel is slightly crooked.

one of these days i'm really gonna get myself into a serious traffic accident.

touch wood!

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saw on marilyn's blog. a video of secondary school days.

secondary school was probably the most exciting time of my life.

because a lot of firsts happened there.

first of this and first of that.

i was still chatting with my colleague the other da about the kind of nonsense we would do in class.

since we were in a container class with false ceiling and fake walls.

how we punched a hole in the fake wall at about shoulder height just to hide our phones. only to realise the onl way to get them out is to punch another hole at the bottom.

yeah. and punching of holes in the false ceiling too.

we almost punched a hole in the ground too.

letting that stupid viet boy and stupid ram wrestle there. and teachers and mr singh would come looking for us asking why the ceiling of the classroom below us is all cracked up and sagging down dangerously.

but JC was fun too.

like how i got locked in a girl's toilet for the whole afternoon on my birthday.

birthday's are dangerous.

i wanna be 17 all over again.