the last ride
Safely crawled back home from my class chalet. Butt hurts like $^#!@# and stomach feels overturned and bloated. well Let me recount my happy times in the chalet.
At the start, it was already screwed, me, ernie and ben were taking the mrt to downtown east and yes we made it there. But we entered the wrong chalet, -.-" so yea we were looking for B09 but all the chalets there started with 12.. so screwed it the first time we arrived. Then later with the help of our classmates, we manage to make it there realising it was just the one next to the fake chalet. All similar names so yea, was confused.
Later my classmates and i went to the BBQ wholesale, i was expecting like bukit panjang wholesale centre kinda big and large, with fresh seafood. So with that in mind i followed my classmates. End up, with our superior mapreading skills, we reached what we could reach by 15 mins in 1 over hour. Detouring the rural areas of the undiscovered singapore, and greeting by a Siao dog in the middle of our detour. Finally we reached the wholesale centre, or rather after seeing it, wholesale shop. It was just a small humble shop with many fridges to keep the frosted food. Man was i dissapointed, but i was not the only one. So we bought stingray with samba chilli. As i have bad experiences with anything spicy, i was not in favour of buying more of it, then we bought chicken chop too, though i didnt get to taste it, but others did.(when cooked of course). So yea tts another bad start to the chalet, screwing up our way there, grateful still for the detour.
I shall skip the BBQ part, just one thing, next time i will never make chicken wing my staple food! so many chicken wings there, see already also damn scared.
Ahh, the bloody cycling at night. This was the last time our class could actually gather to do sth worthwhile, so we decided to go cycling in the night to see "haunted" hospitals, and other lewd stuff. The picture in my mind was cool night breeze, hair tossed, leisurely cycling into the heartlands. But well it was smashed when i found out we were travelling to changi village, which is freaking far from the chalet in pasar ris. So we all cycled together on the pavement with occational bumps and falls. Was still quite alright just that i felt that it was like gym session when going uphill. So we reached changi village after a long while and we made a stop there. Everyone was thirsty so we got drinks, but the unexpected happened. My classmate pual ordered chicken rice! hahas and we all had to wait for him. After that we cycled to changi runway at the airport. Yes the airport thats like tooting far and my butt and hands were tooting pain, esp my butt. So we stopped for our classmates to see aeroplane taking off. Man i dont really get it, how facinating is looking at a machine flying off and getting deaf from the loud engine noise. But my classmates seem to enjoy it, so wells just made the best of it there and stood in awe as the aeroplane flew off. Thats when i started to feel gastric pain. But i gritted my teeth and didnt make a big woo ha out of it, hoping that it will be like a fashion wave, comes and goes.So we cycled back to changi village, the route seemed pretty long going back, maybe it was due to the stab like pain in my stomach and the fact that i should be in lala land by that time. Yes it was at an unearthly 2-3am in the morning. So i geng the whole way back to changi village, as i was in pain, my mood was not the usual friendly. Focusing on cycling alone, i managed to make it back to changi village. Thats where i saw some prostitudes, my friends claim they were....o never mind this is supposed to be a clean post. But at that time i was already almost in labour pain, heck about the prostitudes and get me back home screamed by mind. After trying to eat something to curb the gastric, it helped abit but still the pain was lingering. There were two groups after that, one eager and excited to go for the "haunted" changi hospital group and another dying and cannnot wait to go home group. No prizes for guessing but yea i was in the latter. So we the dying and the wounded cycled back to the chalet. It was not really that bad but i do thank my friends and classmates to really look out for me and give me assurance that i will not return home in a box. Although we were the wounded, i find the teamwork and the cooperation really something to remember. Everyone of the wounded were helping each other out and encouraging one another, this really makes christmas spirit come in early. So yes after a tiring and unforgetful ride i was finally back to the chalet.
No more bikes for me now, dont care tricycle, motorcycle,bicycle or tri-shaw, i do not want any part in it after this experience. My butt still hurts like
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