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Wednesday, February 14, 2007 6:15 pm

My very special Valentine's.

Alright, so I lied about me not posting today. But what the heck.
I had a very special Valentine's today.
No, there weren't roses, chocolates, teddy bears or other sweet and dear stuff.
I got somewhat more physical.
Think straight please.

I had a 4.8km run today. By the way, this effectively exempts me from having to run the actual race. Ha! I will most probably be at one of the bus-stops along Lornie Road glopping down Ice Mountain while you all pant and suffer. =)
It so happened that Hwa Chong also had its annual cross-country today. I got to run with them but not as one of them. Damn. I so want to be part of HC family too.
Alright, enough dreaming for a day.

Getting back to the main topic, ODAC did its warm-up in the car-park; littered with numerous Hwa Chong students who stared at us like we are products of an experiment that had gone awfully wrong.
I decided to get myself a can of 100plus to quench my thirst. I didn't want to carry my bulky bottle around like some desert castaway.
So off we went. I managed the first 2km or so well enough. It was only till the cobbled paths that made life hard. Not only do you have dodge to avoid every nook and cranny of those sinister looking objects, you also have to hop fast enough before the mud made its home on your New Balance.
The fun was not over yet.
I think God has sort of decided that I should a lighter day today. Along the way, there was this family of monkeys. Yes, monkeys. Those with the red ass.
While some busied themselves with picking fleas and other insects that inhibit their partners' fur, there were some which just stood along the pathway and decided to play "mimic".
Then there was this bugger. Let's call him "Robin Hood".
Robin Hood decided that its target should be me today. (I should thank him because he really made me laugh today). Robin Hood followed me. Reason being that I was holding onto a can of 100 plus. No sooner, its merry men followed suit. And before long, I had my own marching band. These little critters were hopping and jumping about as though they have seen an oversize banana walking in front of them. No. I am no banana you dimwits.
I think this generated a couple of laughs and giggles from the Hwa Chong staff and students that trailed behind me. Quite an unexpected turn of events.
After a couple of metres, I thought that they would have given up long since, I decided to slow down.
Then, Robin Hood or one of its merry men (I can't tell them apart), decided to be nasty. It just leaped in front of me, bared its fangs, dodged around my feet and bared its fangs again.
Ok ok ok. I get your point. So, I just threw the can into the shrubbery and alas. It hit another moneky.
It hit another blooming monkey!
It hit it!
I kind of felt bad for that poor fellow. It was just sitting around and minding its own business and then. Some stupid thing flew out of no way and hit its head.
So sorry poor fellow.
Fearing a full frontal assault, I hurried forward.
But that was only part of the journey.

On my way home, in a taxi, I saw this hordes of males-Students- carrying like 99 roses on their backs and holding their girlfriend's hand. How touching. Then I saw this poor fellow, juggling with his girlfriend's Puma bag in one hand, the roses in another and his own books sludged hap-haphazardly on his bag.
I had a rather "fruitful" conversation with the cabbie. I must thank God again for making this such an unexpected turn of events sort of day.

Driver:"You Sec 3 ah?"
Zhi Yang: "Hmm? Er..No. I'm Sec 4. ha ha.."

Driver:"Oh? So sorry hor Xiao Di. Cause Uncle see you so small size then...Sorry hor. Don't take any offence."
Zhi Yang:"Har? No. It's ok"

Driver"Eh. Today is what day ah? What do you all students call this in ying wen?"
Zhi Yang:"Oh. Today's Valentine's Day."

Driver:"Valetide? Vaalentidde?"
This poor fellow was struggling to pronounce the "ine"
Zhi Yang:"No. It's ValentINE...TINE"

Driver:"Valentindde. Oh. You got girlfriend right?"
--Why must all uncles ask me this..It hurts.
Zhi Yang:"Har? No.. I don't have a girlfriend."

Driver:"Really? Don't bluff la. Confirm got girlfriend. Don't scared. Uncle don't know your parents. So don't need to worry about me tell them. So handsome....Have right?"
Zhi Yang:"No..Uncle. wo mei you nu pen you."
**Then, the awkward silence prevailed for the next 7 minutes of the journey.
Seeing my dejected and solemn and stoned look, the Uncle decided to cheer me up. Thanks..

Driver:"Ah ya. Boy. I tell you. You don't have to worry about having a girlfriend now or not. Cause ah, next time when you get then wen ping, got condo, ya! CONDO. Then drive Mercedes, confirm got girl ask you out one."
Zhi Yang:"Har? Orh. OK.."
**Frankly, I don't agree with his theory. If this really happens, it's not true love. Call me a stick in the mud, but I am a stickler for feelings. If one day when I really become disgustingly rich, and this certain girl who has giving me a cold shoulder for the past 20 years comes by, then she's just another one of those gold-diggers. Right?

Driver:"See. If Uncle drive Mercedes, maybe got this girl tap on the window and ask you to drive her to MRT station!" With this, he burst into an abrupt and infectious laughter.
Driver:"Uncle now 50 years old. If Uncle is rich, confirm the girl like Uncle because of money. What they want? They want you to buy private house. Condo even better! Then, they will love you deep deep.
From then on, I just gave monosyllabic answers. Like'OK. Ha.."
You may deem me as old-fashioned. But seriously, I don't see why I should love someone with all if it's just for the sake of monetary benefits.
It's just so despicable.

I don't know.
Maybe that's why I'm not getting back any feedback.
Anyway, Valentine's has came and went.
It's another normal day for me.
I doubt if there is a day which it becomes significant.
Will it?
I don't know.
=|



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