was suppose to go jogging with kit today at the tampines sports centre, but when we got there, the bloody stadium was occupied.
if there is a god, his sense of humour is brutal.

so we ended up dining at subway, the one in front of the stadium.
we ordered our sandwhiches and i got a drink for us to share. some time between our meal, i looked into the cup of drink we bought and guess what i saw.
it was a dead grasshopper, floating in coke. i showed kit and she confirmed it.
so all this while i was drinking coke with (as kit put it) essence of grasshopper. so what if i drank only 3 gulps, i had grasshopper together with the 6 inch. again with god's painful humour.
so we put the damn think a side and after finishing my food, i went up to the counter to report my stomach-churning find.

of course, they were shocked and they explained that grasshoppers sometimes hop in from the grass patch outside when customers open the door to come or go.
yea right you shitheads.

later in the meal, kit and i discussed the age old town mouse-country mouse issue. i told her that i was a country mouse and she said that she was a town mouse. (as if many of you wouldnt know already).
this is what she said when i aksed her what was so difficult in being in a place away from town:

'i'm an urban-ite. in sub-urban places i feel so fat.'

the first thing that hit my head was 'relavance?', but the only thing that escaped my lips were barrels of laughter, which continued till my sides ached.

guess i'll be doing my jogging later tonight then.
that is unless the big guy has something else planned up his sleeve.