The day it didn't rain - Wednesday

Morning, and jerked awake from the balmy cold at 6.30am. It was seriously cold. But what was so nice was that it had finally stopped raining after so long. The met station said that it was the third heaviest continuous rainfall in 75 years, and I'm not surprised.



Balcony thermometer registered 23.5 degrees Celsius, which was the lowest I've ever seen here.

Nice morning for a run, haven't got my bum moving for 4 days. And I can't bicycle because I've just cleaned up my bike and I am so not going to get it dirty right again.



Beautiful clear skies, barrelling over the rain-soaked ground and skipping over the puddles. Reached the reservoir with barely any energy left. Haven't been feeling too good lately, and I've been quite out of form lately. Shoes feeling weird too. Despite shoelaces being reasonably tight and all, I still got this pain in the midfoot. In the exact region of this part called the Listfranc ligament. Not a good thing. Yikes. And my foot kept on sliding at an angle that jammed my big toe into the shoe.

But but, the blue skies, the warm sun streaking the ground with clear distinct shadows was worth it all. Lovely.

Camera tip: To capture the warmth of the morning sunlight, be creative with your white balance settings. Set it to Cloudy rather than Auto, which prevents the camera from overcompensating for the warm sunny colours.



Lower Peirce reservoir's below a hill, so that handles the rainwater from that large area. To prevent an overflow, they drain the excess water into Kallang River, through a series of canals that have been there since the beginning of the reservoir way back in the 1920s.



Took a breather and continued up the hill - slowly. The scene was beautiful. Everything's bright and sunny, the puddles shimmering, ropes of water flowing downhill on the road. Running in the middle of the puddles (it's a road, I got no choice but to keep to the side to let cars pass), kicking up a minor splash somewhat akin to those in corny car advertisements where they drive their cars along wet twisty hilly roads.



Everything looked like it was drawn by Miyazaki and his team of Studio Ghibli animators. Sweet.



Reached up the hill and decided to stroll to Sembawang Gardens to get a drink. Dehydrated and tired. Having 1 cup of black coffee and nothing else = not good.



Went into 7-11 and got Pocari Sweat. It's easily the most effective isotonic drink if you don't want to overdose on sugar. Just enough sugar to keep you going, but not so much it gives you a sugar high. They have sachet versions in our military outfield combat rations and yes they really do work wonders.



Barely managed to get by at a trot. Saw this bus along the way. They butchered up one of those double decker Volvo Olympians found on SBS routes, just as some advertising thingie. A pity.

Trundled back home, exhausted, stopping by the provision shop to get some stuff.

Reached home, took off my shoes and realised the cause of the foot discomfort. The rubber sole I had tried to re-glue came off again, and I was mighty peeved since the pair of shoes are not worn-down yet, and despite my efforts, I just am unable to repair them.



Went out again. Errands. DVDs.

Helped mom with shopping.



But but. Superman doesn't get scratches and bruises does he?



After hearing everyone rave about that mochi ice cream thingie, I finally tried it. It's so good but so expensive!

Home, slacked a while, went out to meet Richie at Suntec. Burger King. Student's meal sort of a ripoff, the burger is tiny. Then the hunt for the Asuka and Rei swimsuit toys from Neon Genesis Evangelion. They're those coin-operated machine capsule thingies, you put in $3 and turn the lever and you get a random toy from the series.

Hunted all over Suntec. Can't find Asuka and Rei.

Went to Cineleisure. Can't find Asuka and Rei. Late. shops closing, had to go home. Sad.





Anatomically-correct rodeo statue outside Heeren.



Drumset with a strangely familiar photo. After some mulling over it I recalled it as Richey James from the Manic Street Preachers. Surprised that people still bother commemorating a person from that long ago! (He went missing since about 11 years ago)

Reached home, a little disappointed. Felt like there was nothing fun left to do anymore, just bored of everything. And the stark reality hits, that this 2-week break is losing its shiny novelty, and I gotta start on schoolwork.

Watched Borat late at night and didn't really enjoy it, simply because of a bad mood. But it's quite a good movie I hafta admit.