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11.11.02 
argh, my arse. *rub*. yesterday. cycled down to bapoh liang's to have some wee trip along the east coast. hanbin and bapoh's classmate ivan came along too. apparently i was being an altruistic arse by pedalling all the way to eunos [with half-deflated tyres to complement]. very industrial route, going past biscuit factories, driving centres, animal factories, car dealers et al. oh yeah, did i mention maris stella? that newly renovated building that got completed after we graduated. pfft. bapoh's mom was probably trying her best not to inhale within my immediate area. met ivan after some hanging myself up for drying. pretty fine chap i reckon, was was sporting enough to chiong like siao + have kaosai flung up from the rear wheel. going for a starbucks interview come tuesday thanks to him, who's been there for a year or so. wheeee - free kopi o and quintuple espresso! muahahha! cough. anyhoo. cloudy day in the early afternoon so visibility of chiobu's was fair enough for our dear 1.69m hanku-beng. weaved in + out of young skaters yearning every now + then to touch the ground and worship asphalt. also missed a few hit + run incidents with kids shorter than our wheels' diameter. sunday in the park. not so funky. rain beckoned when we found this glorious gravel trail that led to nowhere at one end of ECP. went up there on captain's orders - but lightingstorms were getting closer every minute. rather surreal, on some ulu gravel trap in the clearing, rain beating down and terror lightning striking down nearby. ball-dropping fun. abandoned plan and froze for an hour at a shelter. wind wasn't helping at all.. marist singlet was all water-retentive, therefore literally topless, with a bunch of staring ah mah's and ah pek's trying their best not to look. perverts. had fun predicting whether it was an airplane or helicopter flying by from above. i won all the guesses because the adamant hanku insisted that jet-engine sounds were similar to that of chinhook rotor blades. HA! rain subsided for a moment and hammered down every now + then. had no reluctance to go on cycling all the way to the other end of ECP since we're already wet. "you can do anything once you've lost everything" came to mind. writcomm-ish, eh? spent the remaining afternoon [tracks were empty by then] chionging into long puddles of collective rainwater, some stretching long as 20m, others deep as 50cm. BWAHAHAHA! long-term dream cum true! prolly had water going down our arse cracks then. also screamed in the rain, liberated a bunch of balloons off a jetty, did jumping jacks; lots of them, made a huge din with both analog + digital bike bells. oh yah, all the above done topless. felt a bit of helplessness as experienced by the rich twats aboard the titanic. or rather the mini-titanics. bapoh, hanku and ivan returned their rented bikes at say, 6pm.. lest our wrinkled bodies took the shape of anything we laid ourselves upon later that day. bapoh + i broke our fast at eunos. bandung + soup kambing never tasted so orgasmic. yesh, that's about it i suppose. have a look at ivan's journal for his side of the story. till next time, ouch. 0 Comments: |
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