Drain Pains
Imagine my picturesque house (horror picture, that is): Its fading beige paint walls are emphasised only by the crumbling and rotting wood beams. It is a 16-year old bungalow located deep in the recesses of Braddell Heights estate, normally a hassling 7 minutes away from the nearest bus stop...
... Unless you bypass the twisted and winding main road and commit yourself to the rugged challenge that is affectionately dubbed 'the Drain'. It is a small elevated path enclosed by a dusty brick wall and a deep drain. By 'path', i mean 'narrow and perilous precipice only 1 foot thick', btw. It cuts off roughly 3 or 4 minutes from the tedious and monotonous walk in.
This small crevice is littered with hazards depending on the seasons. After rain, the moss covering the initial section becomes dangerously slippery. Small shrubs and grasses also grow between the crevices, scratching and clawing away at our unprotected feet as I masterfully manoeuvre my way across the treacherous path. Occasionally, a piece of decomposed cat shit is also left there as a sort of welcoming present. Finally, a 2 metre high wall which one must scale stands as a final test.
It was this exact same route that had a rusted nail embedded in the brick wall, with which i brushed up against ever so gently last year. There was blood, torn clothes and dripping sinew. Furthermore, this injury was during start of the March break of 2004. The ensuing tetanus jab and fever virtually ruined my holidays.
A similar event occurred today.
I was jubilantly making my way to the entrance of the drain, my mind entranced and captivated with 'Big Two Garden' on my handphone (yet another obsession!). I had dexterously made my way past the moss. No danger there as only a light drizzle pelted me in its gentle caress. However, to protect my new gosu shoes, i was gently treading (read: tip-toeing precariously) on the relatively straight section.
Then, an SMS arrived.
I instinctively reached into my left trouser pocket, only accessible when i align my slingbag on my right side. The slingbag was now between me and the brick wall, essentially pushing me further off the edge. I was fumbling with the handphone in my left hand when suddenly, i misstepped.
"AAAAH!" i shouted out very audibly (and girly). My left foot had stepped off the ledge and into the drain (about 1.5 metres deep on a curved slope [think exponential lnx curve]). My left hand impulsively shot out to break my fall, completely disregarding the very precious Nokia 6230 clutched tightly in it.
Nothing more to say, except that i bruised my right leg, got 2 of my left fingernails badly scraped, abrased my right palm, and of course,
WAAAAAAAAH!
It was scraped along the gravelly rock-hard concrete under my falling weight!
There are now permanent scars on its once beauteous countenance!
Pimples have blemished its once perfect complexion!
Its inner soul twisted and corrupt... Hmm wait, this might have been there before.
Thankfully, my cheapo black rubber sheath *looks out for dirty minded people smirking* saved it from most internal damage.
See? My Cell and I...
Disclaimer: actual product may differ from the one in dw's possession
(read: he stole this picture off google)
By this time, the exponential increase in rain volume was making its presence felt, and i had to brush myself off and hurry home drenched.
Sigh. The severely scratched segments come from th handphone's main body, and not its changeable skins... Fate would have it that i be struck with such punishment. usually, those who appear better in everything else have their little bouts of unluckiness (not that i'm better than anyone O.o)...
I guess the (3 minutes/walk-in) x (600+ walk-ins) i've already done have saved me a cumulative 30 hours so far. Also, selective omission earlier had me forgetting to state that i missed a BB camp due to my brush (literally) with the rusted spike :) Its all worth it!
Time to go and buff up some parts of my body, make them more shiny and presentable in public so that i can show it off more!
I feel inadequate, yet morally righteous... 9th grade! They're nymphly sec 3s only!
Buffing up my scratched nails to... Too Much Food - Jason Mraz
... Unless you bypass the twisted and winding main road and commit yourself to the rugged challenge that is affectionately dubbed 'the Drain'. It is a small elevated path enclosed by a dusty brick wall and a deep drain. By 'path', i mean 'narrow and perilous precipice only 1 foot thick', btw. It cuts off roughly 3 or 4 minutes from the tedious and monotonous walk in.
This small crevice is littered with hazards depending on the seasons. After rain, the moss covering the initial section becomes dangerously slippery. Small shrubs and grasses also grow between the crevices, scratching and clawing away at our unprotected feet as I masterfully manoeuvre my way across the treacherous path. Occasionally, a piece of decomposed cat shit is also left there as a sort of welcoming present. Finally, a 2 metre high wall which one must scale stands as a final test.
It was this exact same route that had a rusted nail embedded in the brick wall, with which i brushed up against ever so gently last year. There was blood, torn clothes and dripping sinew. Furthermore, this injury was during start of the March break of 2004. The ensuing tetanus jab and fever virtually ruined my holidays.
A similar event occurred today.
I was jubilantly making my way to the entrance of the drain, my mind entranced and captivated with 'Big Two Garden' on my handphone (yet another obsession!). I had dexterously made my way past the moss. No danger there as only a light drizzle pelted me in its gentle caress. However, to protect my new gosu shoes, i was gently treading (read: tip-toeing precariously) on the relatively straight section.
Then, an SMS arrived.
I instinctively reached into my left trouser pocket, only accessible when i align my slingbag on my right side. The slingbag was now between me and the brick wall, essentially pushing me further off the edge. I was fumbling with the handphone in my left hand when suddenly, i misstepped.
"AAAAH!" i shouted out very audibly (and girly). My left foot had stepped off the ledge and into the drain (about 1.5 metres deep on a curved slope [think exponential lnx curve]). My left hand impulsively shot out to break my fall, completely disregarding the very precious Nokia 6230 clutched tightly in it.
Nothing more to say, except that i bruised my right leg, got 2 of my left fingernails badly scraped, abrased my right palm, and of course,
DEFORMED MY HANDPHONE!
WAAAAAAAAH!
It was scraped along the gravelly rock-hard concrete under my falling weight!
There are now permanent scars on its once beauteous countenance!
Pimples have blemished its once perfect complexion!
Its inner soul twisted and corrupt... Hmm wait, this might have been there before.
Thankfully, my cheapo black rubber sheath *looks out for dirty minded people smirking* saved it from most internal damage.
See? My Cell and I...
Disclaimer: actual product may differ from the one in dw's possession
(read: he stole this picture off google)
By this time, the exponential increase in rain volume was making its presence felt, and i had to brush myself off and hurry home drenched.
Sigh. The severely scratched segments come from th handphone's main body, and not its changeable skins... Fate would have it that i be struck with such punishment. usually, those who appear better in everything else have their little bouts of unluckiness (not that i'm better than anyone O.o)...
I guess the (3 minutes/walk-in) x (600+ walk-ins) i've already done have saved me a cumulative 30 hours so far. Also, selective omission earlier had me forgetting to state that i missed a BB camp due to my brush (literally) with the rusted spike :) Its all worth it!
Time to go and buff up some parts of my body, make them more shiny and presentable in public so that i can show it off more!
I feel inadequate, yet morally righteous... 9th grade! They're nymphly sec 3s only!
Buffing up my scratched nails to... Too Much Food - Jason Mraz
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