So I’m supposed to be running yet another one of those 10km runs this Sunday and I’m stuck with this godforsaken dry cough that won’t go away. It’s the same sort of cough that plagued me during that Mizuno Run too and I’m starting to wonder what my point is in running this coming Sunday if I’m going to end up with some shitty timing that serves little purpose.
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I’m looking forward to Japan. I’ve my tickets and accomodation booked. The only thing left is cramming a Japanese crash course into my head. Nihongo-ga wakarimasen. I’ve a feeling I’m going to end up lost AT LEAST ONCE, hopefully not in the mountains at Hakone. Still, I’m excited.
I blame Mike. You could have shown me cheap toys that are readily accessible. Like stuffed animals for instance. But noooo, you had to tell me you bought glow balls.
Now I want some.
The ones I’m lusting after are these. K8 makes the most AMAZING juggling props. For unicyclists out there who don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, K8s are the juggling equivalent of Koxx-One. For everyone else who doesn’t know what the hell I’m talking about, well tough.
So pretty. I’m starting to acquire quite a lot of equipment I don’t really use. I gave away the last of my juggling ball sets to my boss no less, who’s somehow learnt to juggle in the midst of working overtime. I’ve lots of plates I don’t use for anything other than workshops because they’re simple. I have diabolos from God-Knows-Where that I haven’t touched because I don’t diabolo. My house is turning into a circus tent.
But all I really want are glow toys. Glow balls, glow clubs.
Plan: Wake at 6. Cycle the 10km trip to Bedok Reservoir and back to the stadium for a 1-2km run.
Reality: Waking at 10, breakfast, then setting off at 12. Cycle 13km (according to my cyclometer) because I missed a turn and then run for 1.2km before I get stopped by in-duh-viduals.
I parked my unicycle at the concrete stands at the empty stadium and took off on my run. Guy goes over to my uni and stops me at the end of my first lap to tell me I need to park my ‘bicycle’ outside. I explain I can’t because it’s got no frame (much easier to explain this than how my tires are too fat to fit in the bike stands). He mumbles something, repeats his request and then says that his boss would not be happy. I ask if there’s a reason why I can’t place my uni there since it’s not obstructing anything or damaging anything. Mumbles. I tell him that his boss can speak to me and I’ll explain it to him if he does come by.
400m.
On my 2nd lap, I see that he’s gone to talk to his boss. Boss and guy points at unicycle, talks a bit, points more, and then points to me as I run by.
800m.
I get stopped on my third lap.
“Is that a bicycle?” “No, it’s a unicycle. I can’t park it outside because there’s no frame.”
Mumbles something.
“I’m not riding it on the track or anything.” “Yea, it’s ok. After you finish your run, bring it back.” “Actually I’m done.”
1,200m.
This is the n-th time I’ve been at that stadium and they decide to find fault with my placing my unicycle there ONLY when the entire stadium is free of people.
Sure.
The trip wasn’t too bad though - I rode with 125s and peaked at 21.3km/h. I could possibly have kept running for at least 5km after.
I got new spectacles sometime last week because my previous pair kept falling off my nose because my temples aren’t fat enough.
These are a pair of Less Than Human frames which are purportedly made in Japan. They make quite cool-looking hand-crafted acrylic frames which go for ridiculous prices here. I tell you, the way to make big bucks here is to open a spectacles shop and claim it’s a boutique because there’re too many short-sighted people in Singapore (there’s a pun here somewhere) and too many ugly frames around.
So anyway, I now look slightly smarter and better-educated and because these are fancy-pansy designer frames, I can live without getting a haircut or combing my hair and claim that that’s on purpose to suit my ‘artsy-chic’ look - the attitute my fancy-pansy designer frames should exude.
This pretty much sums up my feelings after playing Katamari Damacy. It’s so awfully therapeutic rolling over and sucking up objects like a magnet. For the longest time after playing the game, I had that tune in my head when I went unicycling.
I quite like this one. Again, one of those 5-10 minute assignments. I think I’ll lengthen it when I”m free.
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People shun me on the streets when I look at them for too long. But I can’t help it. I like observing people. They say I’m strange; weird but they don’t know me. My friends know me. All 154 of them on MySpace. They look past the makeup, wig and boots. I’m sure they do. They think I’m hot. They tell me so in the comments. Some compliment me on my wonderful personality. They know me well. They really do.
Me? I return the favor. They’re flattered to go out with me. I make it a point to ask my friends out. The movies, the park, my house. Sometimes all three. Some people aren’t nice. They pretend they’re my friends just so they can meet up with me to call me names. These people, I shut them up. I bring them home and make them quiet. Agreeable. I like agreeable people. Love them even.
We were there to Ride the Lobster which really is quite a good way to spend your vacation in Nova Scotia because there’s nothing else to do there. The shops close early and you’d really want to be taking in the scenic countryside anyway.
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