Sunday, May 13, 2007

Know what I love about the previous weekends? Other than the fact that there werent any lesson plans to mull over), the later part of the afternoons held many promises too sacred to be voiced out loud before they materialize, lest they took on a 180-degree turn and make a run towards the 'exit' sign.

Keyword: weather.
Not a rain cloud to drench in, not an unforgiving ray to burn in either. And that, my dears, is perfect weather for a little rubber. While others gain retail therapy by burning plastic, he seeks therapy by burning rubber.
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tyres, la.
TYRES.
What were you thinking? -_-

From the point of view of a humble pillion clinging hard for dear life at the back, there is a certain restorative quality in riding. The faster you go, the quicker you seem to regain your sanity that is invariably lost over the week.

In my wettest dream (the one where I'm drenched in petrol, that kind), I fancied myself dreaming I could ride a sportsbike. The kind that goes 'vroom' instead of 'krennnnnggggggggg-tut-tut-tut'. But in real life, of course, i'd content myself to being a silent pillion, with a thousand words at the tip of my tongue and none that I could relate to him while he's riding cos 'we dun have intercom system...' said the he, with a face as straight as a ruler.
he could be so ir.ri.ta.ting at times...

last weekend was a deliberate choice to explore the ulu parts of Singapore. Though we werent anywhere near ulu pandan (har har, very lame yana), we - well I - shuddered past Chinese cemeteries and Muslims kuburs. Crinkled my nose through meandering, ulu roads with their goat dairies and thousand funky smells. Jolted out of my oily skin upon the discovery of a L A R G E tree lizard splayed (dead, most definitely) belly side up at the, erm, side of the road. Got unnecessarily excited spotting a little goat (read: "what's thaaatt? so cute?")-which actually turned out to be a lone, stray.... canine. (read: "ok, im. go faster, im...")

The next day, contrary to the cliché adage of 'riding into the sunset', we fancied ourselves whizzing away from the sun, the trusty side mirror reflecting a diminishing golden ball of fiery light..... which is to say, the sun was just plainly, setting la ( technically speaking of course, the term 'setting sun' is just about as wrong as donning a striped blouse with polka dot skirt, cos we all know by the power of science, it is the earth that is rotating, not the sun. )

.... sorry, my educator-instinct re-emerge there.

The whole 'whizzing away from the sun' landed us in genie-land, where we succumbed to a lover's fight. high time we get physical, if you ask me. i slapped him and he slapped me back, he kicked me and i kicked him back. (verdict:he won, i lost- bah). of course we soon decided to make peace and joined forces to shoot dinosaurs and chased away mutant spiders. and to top it all off, he bombed enemy planes and saved Earth from alien invasion (while the rest of you were in total oblivion to that).

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