This pretty much sums up my weekend.

On Saturday, I unsuccessfully baked a cake. A nutella swirl butter cake, which was unfortunately under-baked.

The same evening, met Darth and we hung out by the Singapore river. Being the good person that he is, he had bought me my favorite Secret Recipe cake, though I was being very very difficult to him earlier and I truly admire his patience. (If I were him I would have just left me in my selfish foul mood)

On Sunday, Darth was already at my block at 6 in the freaking morning, while me and Mun were still getting ready. We were supposed to meet at 6:30am. (Sometimes I get the feeling that he is only super early/on time on our non-date days) 

After he'd picked us up, rushed to pick Adilla for the Terry Fox run since HR had informed us the run starts at 7am. In the end though, it didn't start until 8am. It was an hour wait but we got to see the sunrise and there was a free flow of milo. Early mornings like this are worth not sleeping in or working the double pay over-time.

And honestly I thought I'd collapsed or faint from running 5km but I didn't. That even though I walked the remaining distance back, it felt like a huge achievement . Now that I've got running shoes. I feel like running.

I know this isn't what I'd plan to try when I said I wanted to try out new skills in my previous previous post but I'm trying stamp carving now. Plastic smells awful and I think I kind of suck at it.

Oh God please grant me patience.