It's been a wet and gloomy Thursday, and I hereby announce me new title for the day: Soggyman! It's unbelieveable how I've been drenched/soaked/etc repeatedly in a single day. Sucks :(
Heading out to CGH for my appointment in the morning, and I got caught in an unexpected downpour. Apparently it was unexpected only by yours truly; the mother had predicted it b4 I left the house, but beinga stubborn and lazy arse an optimistic individual, I decided to try my luck. Trying to dry yourself with paper towels in the toilet is a next-to-impossible task, as I discovered later on. Oh well, at least the rain had petered down by the time I started going back.
The second round came in the afternoon, when I thought that the rain'd finally stopped. Time for gym woohoo! Was happily pushing the bike out to the lift and.. shit. Rain yet again? Too late for regrets, I thought I could like y'know, act garang and brave it out. Outcome? Totally, uberly, ultimately soaked when I signed in at the gym; good thing I'd worn a windbreaker and brought a change of clothes (although they'd gotten a little wet as well.)
*insert interval of using the hairdryer to blowdry the spare clothes, giving a sheepish grin to the gym instructor (who was prob wondering what the hell I was up to)*
And you'd thought that would be enough but noooooo, the blardy rain hadn't stopped by the time I was done with gym, and I had to head out to Tampines Central to meet some friend (who flaked out later).
*insert interval of using hand dryer to dry hair (yes, I was that desperate)*
Was cycling home after waiting for an hour or so of wandering, and I was thinking idle thoughts.
"Hmm.. big-ass puddle of water on the road, and it's like right beside where I am now."
".. it'll be kinda shitty if I get splashed just because a passing car's driving too fast eh?"
".. nah.. can't be.."
I was just about to complete that line of thought with ".. that suay right?"
Right before I got to that part, a fcuktard promptly zoomed by and dumped like 99% of that puddle on me.
.. damn, but I was too surprised to even feel pissed for the first few seconds. The next few seconds, I felt like walking up to the arsehole's car and bashing his face in. But after calming down, I concluded that rearranging his features wouldn't dry my clothes anyway. Hell, even walking up and giving him the finger would be a colossal waste of time and energy, so yeah I'd might as well go home and get changed.
And that's all for today, I've had enough of being a damp rag. *rolls eyes in disgust*
Heading out to CGH for my appointment in the morning, and I got caught in an unexpected downpour. Apparently it was unexpected only by yours truly; the mother had predicted it b4 I left the house, but being
The second round came in the afternoon, when I thought that the rain'd finally stopped. Time for gym woohoo! Was happily pushing the bike out to the lift and.. shit. Rain yet again? Too late for regrets, I thought I could like y'know, act garang and brave it out. Outcome? Totally, uberly, ultimately soaked when I signed in at the gym; good thing I'd worn a windbreaker and brought a change of clothes (although they'd gotten a little wet as well.)
*insert interval of using the hairdryer to blowdry the spare clothes, giving a sheepish grin to the gym instructor (who was prob wondering what the hell I was up to)*
And you'd thought that would be enough but noooooo, the blardy rain hadn't stopped by the time I was done with gym, and I had to head out to Tampines Central to meet some friend (who flaked out later).
*insert interval of using hand dryer to dry hair (yes, I was that desperate)*
Was cycling home after waiting for an hour or so of wandering, and I was thinking idle thoughts.
"Hmm.. big-ass puddle of water on the road, and it's like right beside where I am now."
".. it'll be kinda shitty if I get splashed just because a passing car's driving too fast eh?"
".. nah.. can't be.."
I was just about to complete that line of thought with ".. that suay right?"
Right before I got to that part, a fcuktard promptly zoomed by and dumped like 99% of that puddle on me.
.. damn, but I was too surprised to even feel pissed for the first few seconds. The next few seconds, I felt like walking up to the arsehole's car and bashing his face in. But after calming down, I concluded that rearranging his features wouldn't dry my clothes anyway. Hell, even walking up and giving him the finger would be a colossal waste of time and energy, so yeah I'd might as well go home and get changed.
And that's all for today, I've had enough of being a damp rag. *rolls eyes in disgust*
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