Labouring day.

Subconsciously, I slapped the alarm off and woke up late for my scheduled morning run.
After the first 100m, my back started aching and it was the only part I left out for warm up.
The streets were pretty empty except for the occasional buses and Fort Canning was cool and fresh-smelling.

Recalling on how I missed out on joining the Vert. marathon, charging up the hill's steps was a way of compensating for it. Fortunate it is that I didn't manage to register, 'cause merely a flight of 20+ steps left me gasping for air.

I circled the hill via the 19th Century walk path and headed to Macs for a Kaya Meal.
But " Sorry, Sir. It's not available on a public holiday. " was not what I expected at the counter.
But why a public holiday of all days ?

The rest of the afternoon was spent painting my ceiling.
I changed into my smelly clothes for the paint work, ironically after a shower.
When lunch came, I just headed for the market in a undersized SAFRA Half Marathon shirt and crappy shorts, with speckled paint on specs and shoes, arms and legs.

I recalled how one SMU student pretended to be a beggar for his Creativity project and tried the same. It only lasted for like 5 s cos it's really silly.

A ethnic chinese tourist couple walked past and looked lost.
I asked, " Ni Men Yao Qu Na Li ? "
The lady shouted at her husband, " EH! Ta Hui Shuo Hua Yu YEH! "
Again, they probably thought I was malay.