Walk and thoughts

It was a good night for a walk. This cold night had me pulling my arms close for comfort. My singlet and shorts offering me bare protection against the cold element but it was comfortable when compared to the stretch of humid evenings from last year. How I wish every night could be like this.

I did not go for my run tonight, thankful for the rain and for it being an excuse for myself; Water puddles, slippery pavement, potential sudden downpour. But truthfully, I was tired. I like to run and usually do so for an hour but I hate doing the laundry afterward. The pespiration soaked singlet, underwear, socks and the thick running shorts have to be washed immediately. I never leave them in the laundry basket, who knows when the next laundry cycle will start? By then, the stink of ammonia would spread to the whole basket and to other items. No no no, I am not one of those kind. Common sense and responsibility dictate that I wash them immediately and I often find myself weighing my energy level of the day against them. It is tiring to wring the water out of the fucking thick running shorts.

I heard alot about Japan recently. People around me went there like its just Pular Ubin. Cousin skipped new year to be at Japan, Colleagues came back yesterday, You described it as the best place on earth. I heard my friends attempt to skii, a dollar fresh scallop and some amusing encounter at the hotspring. Sounds interesting. I want to touch snow, feel its texture. Is it true that every snow flake is different? I want to pee in the snow, to see if my pee freezes immediately. Okay maybe not, I will just pour water out of a cup instead. I want to sip a cup of coffee out of a thermoflask in the middle of a snowstorm, feel the warmth down my throat and mentally jot down how deeply I appreciate it. I want to stop googling for answers and I want to experience the wonders firsthand. And I want to do all these with you.