Cycling lessons

继Downtown East Gelare 聊天后(噢我们的情路竟同样坎坷!)和亲爱的Dicky到Pasir Ris Park骑脚车,严格来说是生平第二次,又是有惊无险,捡回条小命。


有几次差点遇车祸,好想放个P-plate让全世界避开我,免得杀害无辜。我下次应该穿件印有“ROAD HAZARD – STAY CLEAR” 的荧光色T-shirt.


很久没有像今天这样畅所欲言了, Dicky好像是唯一能让我这样的人, 想说什么做什么都不必顾虑太多,喜怒哀乐都能自由放飞。谢谢你啊Dicky, 让我的心情像今天天气一样风和日丽。但愿我们每天都开开心心!

Of potatoes and kids

Went jogging for the first time in years today. I didn’t die. Guess I can do it again tomorrow. If I manage to shed my couch potato ways the Health Promotion Board should name me as its spokesperson.

But blah, I found to my horror that I can no longer cycle. After a night’s deliberation, I tried at my void deck, constantly embarrassed by the presence of passers-by. I still ram into walls. Not being able to cycle at the ripe old age of 21 is a joke. And I thought it’s one of those skills that never leave you once you’ve acquired it. I’m sad. I only jogged as it seemed a waste not to, since I was already perspiring from ramming into walls.

My sense of adventure (however warped) is inspired by the travelogue of Zhang Su Li, titled “A Backpack and A Bit Of Luck – stories of a traveller with no sense of direction”. Borrowed it yesterday and couldnt put it down. I simply need to do something with my life instead of vegetating into manure. Even manure has a use. I need to go out and happen to things, instead of waiting for things to happen to me.

Been teaching. Kids are so unconditioned by the evils of society they break my heart. The way they look at me, it’s as if they are giving their heart and soul to me whole, despite me being such a meanie teacher. A boy asked me to taste his handmade Filipino kueh. And he said:

“May I tell you something, Miss Poh?

“Yes” (sweetly- how can I not be sweet to him!?)

“Do you want me to tell you how to make it?”

“Didn’t you already tell me just now?”

“But do you still remember?”

“Uhh.. no…” (he totally rambled in his Filipino-accented English. I was so amused I didn’t really register anything!)

“Ok, I write down for you!”

And so I got:


It’s high time I abstain from blogging. An imaginary blog exists in my brain and I post entries there at least 20 times a day.