~サムねこの物語~
Monday, August 30, 2004
  yelps!
For one frig reason or another, i've nvr succeeded in my quest for fitness at the Jurong pool. For pp who r unaware, the bleddy pool is juz rite nxt to my blk, (some 2 stones throw away?) yet, i hv not once set foot in their waters. Mi n my swimmg buddy, Pin, hv avidly shown our support for the Clementi pool for wot's yrs now, frm whence we wud yank our beaten torsos to embark on the neverending journey home on bus 99, despite the fact dat the torturous voyage cud b shortened by a large margin if we wud juz visit the Jurong one since bof of us hv homes much nearer to the Jurong pool. Hoping to put an end to such irrationality, we dcided to try the latter today.

We had to back-track when we rched the entrance at 1pm s dey happened to only operate at 2.30pm on Mondays, so bof of us came bck to my place to stall time. When the much anticipated 1430hr struck, we went down immediately, hoping to beat the crowd. The coast was not exactly clear but we cud make do wif sharing the relatively huge pool wif a few other swimmers. Juz when i was submerged in their waters, i tot to myslf "Finally! The bad curse has been removed! Hooray!" After some 4 laps, realised my pie of the pool has been reduced...when i was at my 6th, realised the pie bcame a small puff....n at the 8th, my pie was a pea; the pool was swamped wif kids...

When i say kids, i mean beings who range frm toddlers to secondary sch boys n gers. S much s their rowdiness is irritating, their tendency to not look who is around dem is majorly irksome. Dey can kick u in the stomach/groin/parts of the anatomy dat reli hurts n continue to happily waddle away obliviously, leaving u in a condition u wish u cud grind ur teeth on dem, OR, dey wud turn around look u in the eye after feeling dey seem to hv kicked into something dat doesnt quite feels like the wall, n den continue to happily waddle away w/o an apology. Either way, it sucks, bcoz dey r by virtue, kids, so it isnt quite sane to lose ur temper at dem even when dey r obviously at fault s kids r assumed to b less sensible. Btw, if u r wondering, we loathe freestylers who hold the habit of NOT lookg out for traffic when dey swim too. I realised dat it is harder for a freestyler to look ahead of dem when swimming bcoz of the nature of the stroke but at least once in a while tilt ur bleddy head straight n upwards to check if u r abt to crash into somebody else!? After all, we paid the same $1.50 u noe.

Back to the meddlesome kids. There was dis stupid boy who did his freestyle so near in my face i risked either being kicked or slapped by his wild limbs. FYI, he was swimming the breadth while i was juz innocently leaning against the wall for a breather, wch means he must hv traumatized other swimmers along the breadth b4 he rched mi. His amateurness in freestyling didnt exactly helped. The splashes he created were huge enuff to soak mi entirely if i was dry. I hastely turned my bck on him for i figured it wud hurt more if he kicked mi in my assets than my butt. He stopped after passing mi a lil', stood up, looked at mi, n traced his expedition bck shamelessly, traumatizing us poor leaners of the wall. And then came another bunch of boys who dared each other to silly challenges like who cud touch the floor/swim faster for, i tink..some 4 m/wrestling (again, alwaz drifting to bleddy near mi or other swimmers). Did i oredi mention dey were shouting madly s well? We left when even more kids came. Seems like dey were going to hold a lesson. AAaaarghz...

I was intrigued at the state of the bathroom. Mayb i m too used to the spacious one at Clementi, mayb i'm a spoilt bitch...wadever the reason, i was INTRIGUED. It was so tiny..n dark..n kinda gross..i duno y but while bathing, the idea dat the water supply mayb coming frm a suspicious source kept hitting on mi. I was paranoid enuff to end my mandatory half an hr after-shower to some 10 min or so. I juz cudnt wait to get out of the bathroom. The xtent of how unez n disturbed i was at dat moment cud ezily make mi eligible for claustrophobia-cum-obsessive-compulsive-disorder therapy. S soon s Pin was out of the showers, i scrambled home asap n hopped into my bathroom the instant i put down my bag for some massive soaping n a reli thorough scrub. I reli tot i wud probly die of bacteria invasion...

Dammit. I still feel kinda unstably flaky now. 1st n the last time there.
 




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