So I went jogging

So I went jogging. During peak hour. Along one of the busiest and most polluted roads in Singapore between 5-7 pm on a weekday.

I gave up after 1.5 rounds (that was maybe 2 km) and trailed away into the relative cleaner and fresher HDB sanctuary while WF and WL went ahead to complete the usual 3 rounds.

All I could think of while running, were carbon monoxide molecules trying to form permanent non reversible complex bonds with my oxygen. Argh.

The only one

The most beautiful, sexy and attractive woman I know has moved into new phase of a life, leading our paths to diverge, and now I’m feeling miserably depressed.

There are few women I have met in this life who impress me, and only one who melted me into a meek puddle of nerves. She exudes extreme calmness and grace in her mannerisms, and her smile drives men wild. I’ve witnessed her drop donut crumbs onto her lap once, and I’ve never known anyone who can brush away crumbs and still look incredibly sexy. Her voice is soothing and alluring but certainly not bitchy. Her English accent is to die for, as is her Japanese. She is also incredibly intelligent (think Ivy league). She has impeccable dress sense, and I’m in love with her shoes.

She is one stunning lady, and everything I (and you too, admit it) ever want to be.

She’s on her way out of my life now, and I’m plunging into an abyss of hopelessness.

On The Iron Man

So anyway, I managed to catch a movie sometime last week, a rarity for me, because movies for me are a tool of social bonding than actual entertainment.

Most of the mainstream movies that’re playing now in the cinema are crap anyway, and I divide them into 2 main genres – “Chick Flicks” and “Jock Flicks”. Very unoriginal, I know, but it serves the purpose of illustrating my point.

I used to watch tons of chick flicks because most of my friends are female (having come from a nunnery in Balmoral hills and all), and I found that they make for very good light crappy conversation. Recently, however, as I come more into contact with the secular world, I’ve started to appreciate the jock versions of plotless meaningless films.

I don’t know if it’s the engineer in me, but I feel just the slightest tinge of excitement as I watch the metal and the machines go. Each buzzing sound of a gear or motor rolling into place, and each click of a metal piece of a suit clicking into position elicits fantasies of the mechanics behind it all, and how practical it really is. The rational side of me dismisses most of it as futuristic bullcrap, but still, it’s cool, ain’t it.

I’m into sci-fi now.