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Muhd Fitri Bin Khamis
01/06/1988
Singapore Polytechnic
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Saturday, June 11, 2005

I had a marathon or rather a bilathon today. First thing in the morning after the morning routines, i went to have a soccer game at the street soccer court. after 2 weeks of not touching the soccer ball at all, i'm not lying, it feels heavenly to be able to feel it once more. oh well, it still can't beat the feeling of on orgasm. let's not digress. now comes the bad part of it. after 2 weeks, my body can only hold for about 30 mins of high-tempo playing. i can easily collapse should a strong gust of wind blows, what more a blow from the elbow of the opponent. while i didn't really pant like a dog, i was short of breath as if i had a baby's heart for the nody of a giant. shucks. such low fitness level i have. i wonder how i'm gonna pass my NAPFA test in poly. oh well...

after a hectic search for PCs at Funan IT Mall, i had to head to the Indoor Stadium before 8pm to catch the PCK Musical with Jehan. i only had roughly 1 hour of rest, by which i got to get changed for the later part of the day, before i find myself having to embark on a holy pilgrimage from the Kallang MRT station to the Indoor Stadium. i knew of no shortcut nor any buses that goes there. so we had to walk a long route to the National Stadium, eating dust and smoke along the way. Jehan says it's behind the National Stadium, but which side? i don't wanna end up walking one whole round like an idiot. finally, fortunately and luckily, we saw light at the end of the tunnel.

"SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM"

such a relief, really. we asked 2 people along the way. one said, walk into the National Stadium's East Entrance and turn right. Another said walk towards the People's Park and turn left. MY FOOT AH! well, we can see the People's Park at the other end BUT cranes, muddy lands and people wearing yellow helmets greeted us instead. The National Stadium? i can do another nighwalk right at that moment, should i choose that path, even if it's only 6 in the evening. Alas, i we had a divine intervention. A police van! but wait, is there any men in blue around? Yes! my prayers are finally answered!

So, i went to ask the policeman nicely.

Me: Sir, do you know the way to the Indoor Stadium?
Him: Indoor Stadium ah? erm, wait ah.. i think it's over there. (pointing to a direction)
Me: You mean it's behind there? i can walk through this path here and reach there?
Him: if i'm not wrong, can ah... just try ah.. and look around for any signboards that can lead you there.
Me: Oh ok, thanks. (reluctantly)

By the way, he's holding a walkie-talkie that's so obviously working. so firstly, i don't understand why Singapore's police doesn't have anything that can help others should they are lost. yet, they're called into action when someone's missing. Secondly, the walkie-talkie. THE WALKIE-TALKIE! okay, 'nuf said.

Back to my bilathon. approximately another 1 km before we reached our final destination. greeted by indian songs along the way ala Bollywood minus the trees in beautiful gardens. at last, i got to the finishing line albeit the non-existence of the stopclock to time my run. still, i was glad i can finally rest my butt, okay myself, while getting entertained by PCK and his family - in 5 minutes time.

YAY! AIR-CON! WATER! LOO!
I need all of them, fast! Pretty lucky for me i can get a taste of all of them, except the loo, before the lights went out. If you wanna know, the musical was nearly for a mature audience. Ah-Ma was like scolding her late husband like a gambler who just lost his wagers and kept emphasising on the phrase "kampong slut". and the dancers, wow... remind me not to go overboard. putting a pole in between their legs in one of the dances, stooped low to the ground and raised their never-ending long legs high up into the air. man, i regret not getting the front seats. Haha!

"back to earth Fitri, it's your birthday present. you should be grateful for what you got," suddenly my angel whispered to me. Okay.. okay.. i'll be down in no time...

nearly more than 2 hours of fun, laughter and light-hearted jokes. it was certainly worth the money and time. what more can you ask for? still, i'd love to minus that marathon that i took part in. thanks so much "chix"! i really owe you a lot this time!

fitri penned this at 12:27 PM