Saturday, March 19, 2005
Why waste bucks watching Lemony Snicket in the theatre when you can read about IniQx's series of unfortunate events here. FOC.
Me & my colleagues, current & ex, arranged for a cycling trip to East Coast Park this afternoon. Because of my lack of exercise these years, I gladly agreed.
I was supposed to meet my ex-colleague at 2pm but I only managed to get there at 2:20pm. Not too bad actually. Just 20 minutes. BUT, because I was late for that 1200 seconds, me & my mate got caught in the rain while walking down to ECP. Perfect weather for cycling huh?! Never mind the rain, we went bowling instead. I was literally throwing money & the ball down the "drain". I suck at bowling. Totally.
The rain stopped and so, we went ahead on our wheels. It's Saturday AND it's the school holidays, so imagine the crowd there. Strangely, I had a smooth ride today. I usually have difficulties avoiding kids who brake in the middle of the path crying for Mummy, who is usually walking far behind them. Not to mention skimpily clad female or (almost) nude male bladers that zoom out of nowhere. Anyway, me & my mates cycled for an hour before returning those bikes.
By the time returned the bikes, it was almost 6pm and the weather was perfect for waves-gazing & cock-talking. So, we sat at a nice spot on one of the stone thingy that stretches out to the sea and we stoned. (Pun intended.) Feeling thirsty, I took my water-bottle out, only to realised it's empty. I remember filling it to the brim before stepping out of the house earlier. Then, it hit me. FUCK! I didn't screw the cap tight enough. That's when I knew where all the water went to.
Crumpler being a crumpler, was super water-proof. All the water stayed within the bag & by the time I realised I was carrying a "waterbag" around, all my barangs were soaking wet. I am proud to inform you that right in that bag are my digicam, mp3 player & my mobile phone. The top 3 important gadgets in my life. Fortunately, the top 2 expensive ones are in perfect working condition. Sadly, the 2nd important one is not - my mp3 player.
It died out totally despite me drying it with zillion pieces of tissues & a silly attempt at the hand-dryer machine at McDonald's. When I was finally accepting the fact that this must be the worst day I ever had, another catastrophe came slapping into my face. Literally.
While my mates ate their chocolate sundae, I carried on sulking over my mp3 player. We were still sitting at the stone thingy when a sudden huge rush of waves came crashing towards us. The next thing I knew was the taste of sea-water on my lips. Great. Now I am as wet as my Crumpler. Drenched, salty & sand-y.
Feeling damn pissful, I left the place without my mates. Not that I'm pissed with them, I was just too frustrated to do anything else but to flag a cab, head home & get pathetic me cleaned and hopefully my mp3 player fixed.
So I did get cleaned & my mp3 player did get fixed. Slightly. The LCD's just not showing any words right now. Wheeee! I have a mp3 player that does not tell me what song's playing right now. It works exactly like ipod shuffle! It must be a sign. Something or someone is telling me I should just get ipod. Maybe I should.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 8:54 PM >> 