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Finding myself furthur and furthur away from it..
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Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
____Where I Go I Just Don't Know
I love my Peugeot. My Peugeot bicycle that is. Chris gave me a lift home again. (Where else can you find a friend like that?!) I was feeling crapped up again. Yeah, exams have ended, at least for me. But then, what's next?
I've watched Hitch the other day. And then read this essay my friend sent me. Maybe I'm just another of those falling into the latest social trap. But yeah, the fact is I cannot stand being on the losing end all the time. I'm a winner. Maybe a bad winner. But when I lose, I'm a worse loser. But as most of you guessed, it's more evident my football - I'm angry most of the time.
That's besides the point. The point is, I felt lousy today.
And so I pulled out my trusty Peugeot and started pumping it up. The tyres were really deflated after one month of idling at the corner of my house. A few strong strokes of the pump got my bike ready again. Soon, I was hitting the road. I didn't have a target as to where I would go. I just took the route that didn't require me to stop most of the time, so whenever I hit junctions, I just followed the green light.
I soon found myself in Woodbridge Hospital. Yup, the mental institute. I circled round it's carpark. It was pretty eerie - a few cars, dim streetlights, no sign of anything human. I wasn't that afraid of the supernatural. I was more afraid of some crazy lunatic jumping out from the bushes. I sniggered to myself. It seems kind of comical on the second thought.
I grew tired of the mental institute and went on my way. "I'll have lotsa time there one day when I become insane." I thought to myself and I wheeled away onto the main road once again.
I just went round and round, one moment I found myself on the way to Ang Mo Kio industrial park, the next I was at Hougang Mall. But when I found myself strangely cycling along the perimeters of Woodbridge again, I decided I have to go home before I really become mad.
I will leave with this song that kept going on in my head as I cycled. The lyrics are long, I'll just leave the chorus here.
"Where I go I just don’t know
I’ve got to got to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I’m gonna give ya some of my good time
Where I go I just don’t know
I might end up somewhere in mexico
When I find my piece of mind
I’m gonna keep it for the end of time..."
Feeling only slightly better after the ride.
I've watched Hitch the other day. And then read this essay my friend sent me. Maybe I'm just another of those falling into the latest social trap. But yeah, the fact is I cannot stand being on the losing end all the time. I'm a winner. Maybe a bad winner. But when I lose, I'm a worse loser. But as most of you guessed, it's more evident my football - I'm angry most of the time.
That's besides the point. The point is, I felt lousy today.
And so I pulled out my trusty Peugeot and started pumping it up. The tyres were really deflated after one month of idling at the corner of my house. A few strong strokes of the pump got my bike ready again. Soon, I was hitting the road. I didn't have a target as to where I would go. I just took the route that didn't require me to stop most of the time, so whenever I hit junctions, I just followed the green light.
I soon found myself in Woodbridge Hospital. Yup, the mental institute. I circled round it's carpark. It was pretty eerie - a few cars, dim streetlights, no sign of anything human. I wasn't that afraid of the supernatural. I was more afraid of some crazy lunatic jumping out from the bushes. I sniggered to myself. It seems kind of comical on the second thought.
I grew tired of the mental institute and went on my way. "I'll have lotsa time there one day when I become insane." I thought to myself and I wheeled away onto the main road once again.
I just went round and round, one moment I found myself on the way to Ang Mo Kio industrial park, the next I was at Hougang Mall. But when I found myself strangely cycling along the perimeters of Woodbridge again, I decided I have to go home before I really become mad.
I will leave with this song that kept going on in my head as I cycled. The lyrics are long, I'll just leave the chorus here.
"Where I go I just don’t know
I’ve got to got to gotta take it slow
When I find my piece of mind
I’m gonna give ya some of my good time
Where I go I just don’t know
I might end up somewhere in mexico
When I find my piece of mind
I’m gonna keep it for the end of time..."
Feeling only slightly better after the ride.
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