Went for my running routine finally after almost a month. Yes, pampering myself a lot during my two-week break and one week before holiday. With glee music hitting my eardrums, I imagined Mr Will Schuester/Finn Hudson was in front of me. I ran, ran and ran to reach for my "target". (I know that I sound like a crazy scene from Desperate Housewives.) Yes, it is just Glee fever now. Post syndrome for watching 17 episodes in just two days.
After having my hand phone number for almost 10 years, I realized by applying some arithmetic operations to my phone digits, the final result can actually represent my birthday. Hooray! The thought actually came to me when I was running to achieve my 4-click goal. Isn't running awesome? It gives you time to reconsider a lot of things and miss someone too. Anyway, I am going to sleep now. Happy to feel so related to my phone number now. Ha, good night. :)