Tuesday, October 25, 2005
3:15 PM
rain rain rain.
stupid crap me and jerome were on the bus discussing about the sudden change in the skies. Like suddenly in less than 5 seconds the sky around us had gone completely black. It was so dark in the bus that the driver had to turn on the lights in the bus.
and THEN we realised, that we had forgotten to press the bell.
*picture jerome & me standing inside the bus, with their faces pressed again the windows aghast*
oooh boy. So we got off the next stop, which was the newton MRT station. Then we ran. Challenging the rain. At first it didn't seem so scary or all that heavy, cos there was a maid carrying groceries in the rain too. So we ran. Only to yelp at surprise as the cold rain water splashed down on us. It was coming in TORRENTS, seriously...within 10 seconds of SPRINTING thru it my underwear was soaked and so were my trouser legs. This is in no way an exaggeration. It was THAT big. (forgive the caps yo)
And then i had to run all the way to dunearn, and then across half of newton (that long stretch of road) only to find the slope up to my house flooded cos the rain water was coming down. It was practically a mini-river, the water actually went halfway up to my ankles, thus resulting in very soggy feet the moment my foot went *pa-loosh* onto the slope.
Doggedly trekking up my slope against the elements, I was exhausted and had to wiped rain water from my face and eyes every few secods just to plod on. Finally, hope was in sight! My poor bag which i had valiantly attempted to protect from the rain was on its deathbed. Whispering its last words along with my chemistry textbooks embedded in its gut to me, caused me to rip forward with an angry cry and sprint the last 100 meters.
90...80...70...with each step salvation came closer...40...30...20...
*censored*
Picture a (tall & gd lookin') guy, with a black/brown/orange sling bag, his silhouette whipping past ur eyes, suddenly fly forward at an alarming speed, feet lifting off the ground, and arms flailing wildly, a wild look on his face.
*slapping sound of skin against a slick hard surface*
*a feral growl sounding akin to "phuck" rips across the neighbourhood, down the slope, onto the streets and beyond*
He crawls up, refusing to admit defeat. Peering through his wet bangs hanging down on his face and through his wet spectacles, he sees a door just a few metres away. (practically) crawling, he lifts his head and a single word forces itself through his throat.
"Evelyn."
The doors open. With a smile on his face, he realises the atonishing feat he had just achieved. Mustering as much dignity as he could, he stands up, walks to his room and poses for the cinematic ending.
Only to be assualted by 20+ camping mosquitos due to an oversight of leaving his room window slightly ajar.
I now have a bruise on my hip along with the 13 mosquito bites on various parts of my body.
T_T
