Om Shanti

My dad used to sing this to me while I was learning how to ride my bike when I was 6:

I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like

-à Bicycle Race by Queen

I think my dad’s pretty cool to have sung this Queen song to me!

Yesterday I had one of the most exhilarating experiences since I came to Singapore. I went on a secret mission in the morning, all hyped-up, excited and hopeful. When I woke up, everything seemed to have run smoothly. I even found the pair of foot socks that I use for my sling backs, you can’t imagine how relieved I was to find the pair. When they’re not on my feet the socks just look like a tiny ball of hair. I guess many would agree that finding anything as hard to find as that after searching for a long time, would be such a pleasant surprise!

So let’s skip the part when I was doing my mission. I’ll go straight to what happened after.

Right after the mission, I went to the restroom. After any gruelling experience, I always get the impulse of having to go the restroom. I ran through all the mission’s events in my head. I tried to review what I did wrong, how well I did and if going through it was a mistake. Then shortly after the self-review, I then asked myself if I can live with failing yet again.

I talked to someone but instead of feeling comforted, I felt like I needed to beat myself up. So before things got worse, I hurried to the bus stop before I did or said anything stupid.

When I got home, I felt a lot better. My friends were there. I didn’t have to think too much about what I did wrong in my mission. I had maki, a little pasta, some cookies, leche flan and some chocolate. (Stressed much?) We had a round of DOTA, and we watched a movie. All seemed well and the mission felt like it never happened.

That evening, my housemate and I cooked up a fest with our newly purchased oven. I always thought I hated cooking. I didn’t love it, but I can’t deny that I love to eat. As I mom would say, if you’re a picky eater, you have got to know how to cook. Everything for dinner was baked, except our rice and the stir-fried veggies.

What I especially like about cooking dinner is that I get to talk about stuff I can’t usually talk about to just anyone. Dinner itself wasn’t the best part. It was the preparation and the things I get to talk about with my housemate. I can share my silly thoughts to her. Funny how we never thought all these little “tragedies” would lead to something as precious as making a new friend.

Last night, I celebrated friendship by getting on a bike the second time in so many years. My riding skills have gotten so rusty, I kept flying off the bike every time I tried to make a turn or tried to stop. Waaah! I’m a daredevil like that wahahahah I had to suck out the fun out of their biking session by just cycling in straight pathways instead going around corners. They had to accompany me. They will never know this, because I don’ think any of them read my blog haha, but thanks for being patient with me and for lending me your bike I had so much fun even if I have all these bruises on my legs now. Haha! Also, last night, after so many years, I discovered that I still have my monkey bar skills. Whappak!