The alarm volume ascended in futile. They contribute nil to rousing him from the abyss of his slumber. His ears permit no intrusion.
This goes on for an hour when finally, fatigue overtakes his mobile. It falls back into its own deep sleep.
The sleeper awakes. In under five and a half hours later. Stretching lazily, he sighs in relief. The weekend break is a massive welcome after five gruelling days of battling various tremors at 121 Dover Road. Outside, the gentle breeze ruffles the dangling leaves of the oakwood, dissipating the Sun's rays into a distorted array; an unrehearsed dance.
The stark realisation hits him.
He slept through Kien Mau's training.
and so it goes
i missed another day of trng
mite as well lah
im shagged out
i cld lie on the floor whole day
and drool the whole house wet
didn stop me from cycling to church tho
just alot alot alot slower
which still is kinda cool
the uncool part came at night on the return trip
fragments of stones along the road are a commonsight
therefore i paid little heed to the tiny distractions
however today spoke of a different story
soaring with sora down city hall
ahead was suntec city
while to my left was nicoll highway
swerving towards the once-shaky highway
the exposed side of sora's back tires brushed some stones
some nastily sharp ones, too
POP
even through my headphones
the punture was rather evident
with ard 15km to go
i prayed for journey mercies
and embarked on a rough ride home
it's been a long time since i burst a tire
so the reverberations were a rude irritation
coupled with a poor choice of underwear
which caused the marbles to spill out the sides
it was an irritation indeed
a whole 15km of irritation
roar
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