6am

it was 6am. i reluctantly woke up to the alarm "Its My Life" by Bon Jovi with my eyes half opened, i sat up over the edge of my bed, legs dangling in the air i felt a dark rectangular evil force pulling me frm behind. with all the sinful indulgement haunting me, i gathered myself up & prepared the same'ol oat meal. still relatively unenthusiastic, i walked to the stadium accompanied by blasting music swirling ard to keep my system going. before i know it, changing lane with every round i'm glad i managed to finish running the unintended 26rounds despite the pork rib injury that still hurts, duh! the 3 days mind torturing, data filling Asia Internet Congress Seminar, & the booze with grooves. not to mention tis torturing is done on my leave day. ironically, damn. What A Life ?! Mr Bon Jovi.