the reckoning

All hail a good start at school where thy was enlightened. having light hearted discussions with tutors is a joy in the sense where great minds connect and piece forth ideas. mutual understanding is achieved and knowledge is processed: the purpose of consultation fulfilled. a simple thank you just ain't enough, as words can't aptly express mine gratitude and they deserve more than a Teachers' Day. heh =)

lunched with samuel before heading to hongwei's house. there, i cauguht up with episodes i was lagging behind, and had thoroughly enjoyed myself. thereafter was the quest of unraveling the puzzle which befuddled my two friends. a challenging task, but all mysteries in the world can be solved; "it will all work out somehow" "it's alright! =)" after logical deductions, a barrier begun to form between information and my brain slowly. initially highly permeable, the walls thicken and thy concluded that it was pointless. loL!~ oh well, a good dinner followed with plain talk with samuel, and now comes the exciting part... ...

thin tyres, no fork, problematic shifters, low gear, high leg power and a low seat set me towards siglap. checking back for cars, chicken feet felt the uneveness of the tar as i temporary became superman. sliding with style directly beside the white bars parting the road, superman turned rightly lame as he cowardly limped to the sidewalk. fortunately, or rather unfortunately, there were no approaching vehicles which could have terminated my earthly worries and imperfection and i wouldn't be blogging no more. wahahahaha! the omens proved too kind to have shook me up from 'the conjurer', as the good nature of singaporeans unveiled. assisting such a poor boy would better their karma perhaps? nonetheless, i'm grateful for as ironman teamaker comes to superman's rescue. buffering the physical uneasiness, my legs continued to peddle the crank arms as the wind at east coast blew me into life. it sort of behaved as anesthetic while thy companions lifted me away from the physical world into their conversation of house of ideas and humour. we met MJ's security guard and had a nice chat with him about happenings.

'the conjurer' had been cunning and left me hallucinating with a conglomeration of guilt and urgency which are mutually exclusive events. still, it doesn't rest as more anxiety sets it due to other injuries and a fabrication to save the love of a sport. trouble seems to add on to numerous people and to top it all, it has to refuke all its plans and be isolated, which would be killing two birds with a stone. and so, thy will have to face war with a battered body. the multiple meanings have taken alot out of me, and here i shall now rest.