Thursday, April 30, 2009
Be One With The Chaos
The day started out just like any other.
The petrol icon was blinking itself into oblivion, so I made a detour just after leaving my house to a familiar petrol station for a fill-up. I pulled up to my familiar pump, and did the familiar routine of stumbling ungracefully out of the car (sliding out like a proper lady is an art i am yet to master).
Then one of the petrol attendants started waving and gesturing wildly at me from the other side of the petrol station. What?? What?? Did I park at the Diesel pump?? Did someone secretly stash a box of handphones in my car and was making calls to each and everyone of it right now?? Or worse, is there a stain on my white pants?? T__T
Actually, for some reason I couldnt understand, all the petrol pumps at my familiar petrol station couldnt be used. Sigh. I am a creature of routine. And familiar petrol pumps.
No worries, there are several petrol stations around my area anyway.
When I got out to the main traffic light junction just after my housing area, it was chaos! The electricity suddenly died this morning, so the traffic lights werent working. You know how it goes at a busy 4-way junction. Nobody's giving way to anyone. Its every man for himself! *peeks out from behind steering wheel meekly*
On another note, when my fan spluttered to a stop this morning as I was getting dressed, all I could lament on was that my make-up would be gone by the time I got to the car as I started sweating through every pore. Disgusting, and a waste of a good face day too.
So I was groaning as I looked at the mess I was stuck in with everyone inching their way slowly forward into whatever space they could find to get to whichever turning they wanted to. I'm far too nice for this shit. I'll let you cut ahead of me and let a hundred cars go past before I even attempt to move forward.
There was a police patrol car right in front of me though. Not the full-fledged one with blinking lights and light-reflective stickers that stink of authority and urgency. But a more nondescript one with recognisable symbols in all the right places.
He had somewhere to get to. So he stuck his hand up in the universal hand launguage for "Let me pass, lesser beings" and slid his way forward. Me and probably a few other drivers behind were doing mental fist-pumping actions as we closely followed right behind and got ourselves out of the tangled web of selfish drivers and impatient commoners.
On the next page of another note, I tried the Light Flow yoga class at the gym yesterday. For the first 10 minutes of the class, I was trying really hard to keep a straight face and not burst into giggles as everything was so... Zen! From the dim yellow lights to the flowing water fixture that trickled as calm music played.
I was one position away from emitting a loud "Ohhhhmmmmmm..."
But once I got the hang of it, it wasnt too bad. My flexibility leaves much to be desired, so I did try to follow as best as I could.
Man, I was stretching in places I never knew I had.
No adventures today actually. First impressions sentences can be very misleading.
Random picture from Sunburst by Nigel
Stuck in my head - "Walking on a Dream" by Empire of the Sun
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on and on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I'm just in awe of whats in front of me
0 comments
