Charity Run: The Aftermath

it's sunday night now. i just got back from my mum's place, and now i'm at my dad's place, typing this away. i'm wathing a rugby match between scotland and portugal.

seriously man, rugby is so much more interesting than soccer. it's more tactical, less due to chance, and the players aren't wimps. they aren't actors that were too ugly to hire, no matter how good they were at acting. they are seriously really strong, fit and fast. monsters, nothing less. no matter how much body contact they take, they don't cry out for their mothers to come back from the grave and nurse them. they just get back up and go for more! either that, or they limp off.

anyway, yesterday the charity run carnival ended! for good!!! whoohoo! after a lot of carrying tables and chairs, collecting coupons, counting coupons, and choking on coupons... it's all over!! whoohoo!

and to show for it, i have a bright, eye-hurting orange tee, and... A RETURN TRIP BY AIR TO JAKARTA! lucky draw, dudes! how's that for luck eh? on top of that, i won a toaster too!
ah, i've got to get up at seven to get to university by eight for my Clinical Skills Unit lessons.

a storm rumbles on...