i recall a faint memory of a painful experience,
make that a few; different scenes, same experience.
it normally starts off being fun,
maybe a friendly wrestle or,
maybe looking at something so closely.
in that split second of excitement,
it brings our heads together for a clash.
at that point, all fun stops.
we writhe away, curled up in pain,
we ask, "What was that for?"
each in pain, each blaming the other.
to make sense of that it,
all we can do is laugh.
unlike a forceful hit,
never was it intended.
ouch, the pain,
and we wish for it to go away.
a swell, a bruise,
a touch and it still hurts.
until one fine day,
a touch and it's gone, healed.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Friday, August 07, 2009
while the car was being serviced
I think of fast food.
and almost got blown away.
The car was due for a service and today, being a day off, I scheduled for a service to be done.
Decked in my running attire, I decided that I'd jog back home to wait for the car instead of loitering around or tramming home. It was about 5km to home which I jogged half the way and slowed down to a walk as my legs began to hurt.
It was such a relief when I could see the golden arches from not too far away. That was what sustained me and that was to be the treat to greet me at the end of the jog/walk. Sausage and Egg McMuffin and two hash browns never tasted so good. At times, I saw the trams approaching and thought, "should I?"
The call came in alerting me that the car was ready. No, I did not walk/jog back. I trammed. And as I trammed, I looked at the side of the road on which I jogged on and I was wondering why I did not recognise any of that at all. I don't remember that house, or that nice looking park. Have I missed my stop? I took a glance across the street and it all came clear. KFC in all it's glory was standing there and I remember thinking how good it was and if I could just have some now.
I got off the tram and made my way to the service centre. As I was nearing it, say 20 metres away, it just began to pour and the winds picked up. I tried making a dash for it before I got any wetter but I literally could not move. No, really, literally. I was running against the wind.I almost fell and had to steady myself and take really forceful strides to make my way to the service centre in which the manager laughed as he saw me coming in.
and almost got blown away.
The car was due for a service and today, being a day off, I scheduled for a service to be done.
Decked in my running attire, I decided that I'd jog back home to wait for the car instead of loitering around or tramming home. It was about 5km to home which I jogged half the way and slowed down to a walk as my legs began to hurt.
It was such a relief when I could see the golden arches from not too far away. That was what sustained me and that was to be the treat to greet me at the end of the jog/walk. Sausage and Egg McMuffin and two hash browns never tasted so good. At times, I saw the trams approaching and thought, "should I?"
The call came in alerting me that the car was ready. No, I did not walk/jog back. I trammed. And as I trammed, I looked at the side of the road on which I jogged on and I was wondering why I did not recognise any of that at all. I don't remember that house, or that nice looking park. Have I missed my stop? I took a glance across the street and it all came clear. KFC in all it's glory was standing there and I remember thinking how good it was and if I could just have some now.
I got off the tram and made my way to the service centre. As I was nearing it, say 20 metres away, it just began to pour and the winds picked up. I tried making a dash for it before I got any wetter but I literally could not move. No, really, literally. I was running against the wind.I almost fell and had to steady myself and take really forceful strides to make my way to the service centre in which the manager laughed as he saw me coming in.
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