Saturday, October 22, 2005

on walking, cycling and talking cock...


yea, went for a long walk this wednesday. mum complaining i'm growing fatter liao*. took a look in the mirror, yea, jowls getting more prominent -if i suck in air and hold it in my mouth, think can hold at least three hard-boiled eggs in there**. matter of time before i get double chin. ergo, went for my long trek from my home to the top of Bukit Timah Hill. took me a long 3 hours. shucks, think my stamina really going down. shouldn't had taken that long. better go trekking more often. at least they have almost finished the road expansion project along Bukit Timah road. Pet peeve is that there's always plenty cars stuck in the stretch along Hume Park apartments. Thankfully I did not have to breathe in too much fresh carbon monoxide this time. but it was drizzling that afternoon, so made me extra ravenous after the climb up to the top of Bukit Timah hill. went down to the kopi tiam stretch opposite Beauty world shopping centre, and ordered myself a roti-prata "kosong" + "plaster", and 1 teh tarik. aaahhh, the simple pleasure i dervied from that tea-break, it's indescribable.  but i guess i undid what calories I lost from that 3 hour trek by that slow 30 minute break...


so i decided i'll go cycling instead yesterday morning instead. Took my dad's "lao pok chia", and it died-ed on me halfway. the rear tyre just keeps letting off air. so in the end, I have to walk about an hour back home, pushing the old bicycle. I think people who saw me must be thinking why didn't I just ride the bike. well, it's kinda difficult when the metal rim of the rear tyre is resting flat on the ground. plus i had a very slow motion fall just before the tyre totally died-ed. I wasn't hurt, but i did wake up after that.  so no more bicycle sojourns for me till i go and scrounge some money and fix up that tyre. My friend tells me it's probably the inner rubber tubing that needs to be fixed. ah well, let the mechanic uncle tell me la...


then yesterday evening during cell-group session, had a very long ice-breakers' game. Long because it was kinda free-format, as in you can ask any 2 questions and then pick the person's name out from a bag. So we got some normal questions ("favorite color, movie actor, fruit") and some really weird ones ("Describe your first kiss/ things you won't want to do but have to do it anyway/ favorite peeve that irritates you"). Mine was super philosophical. they are 1) If i can change anything in my life, what would it be? and 2) If i can have a power to benefit people in this world, what would it be. Think I was kinda stoned by the time the questions reached me - cos' it took a long time, then had a heavy dinner plus laughed too hard just before my turn.^


so i guess just anyhow answered, and replied 1) i'll like to be shorter, so that it's easier to meet girls, and 2) can't go for Midas^^ touch, since already proven don't work, nor can go healing touch that cures people of dandruff (too mundane and specific la), so i go for healing touch la. Think some of the girls actually gave me the look when I gave my answers, like "I don't believe he's giving those answers - why isn't he taking this seriously?"^^^


see, that's the difference between guys and gers. Actually, shouldn't be making such a sweeping statement. Should be more of my delivery la - can't tell good jokes. But i think just my style la - the "talk cock, sing song, play mahjong". ice breaker mah, must lighten up the atmosphere a bit - din want it to be too austere. but it is a stumbling block la, when people think I am not serious all the time. Guess i gotta work harder on my timing then.


ok, enuff verbal diarrhea for one posting. back to ironing my shirt for tomorrow's service!


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* well, more of my younger bro told me of what my mum told him. yea, nuttin like what your younger siblings tell you what your parents are calling you behind you that makes the message hits home the hardest i.e.e loss of elder sibling's authority and dignity. Parents to be, take this tip down .


** metaphorically speaking, not gonna demonstrate it - unless you pay me $50.


^ all thanks to someone who keeps making funny hand gestures about babies...


^^ Do you pronounce it "MEE-das" or "MY-das"?


^^^ actually i think what they are more concerned with is "Argh?! how can he say that in front of newcomers?? I'm totaly scandalised - and I even introduced him as the ACGL?!?!"

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