East Coast Park, Again.
I’m not gonna do another Ode to East Coast Park because this time’s outing doesn’t have much to write about.
So we meet Peck Ann and Colin at Payar Lebar MRT station and ate Long John Silvers.
They seem to be somewhat scared of us, a little. They refused to sit at the same table. Or rather, Colin seemed afraid.
Um… hanging out with 4 girls is… intimidating I guess? Heh.
They were on a diet, and I started making all these stupid exasperated faces to show how incredulous I felt.
I mean.. A diet. Have you seen them? They’re anything but fat. Starting to sound like anorexia to me but maybe not.
In addition, it seemed to be some sort of Candy diet. Eat nothing but candy! Jolly diet.
3 times a day, candy candy candy. It was Sour Power too. Like, 10 packets of them.
I just found that bloody hilarious.
In the underpass, there was this huge pile of god-knows-what’s shit. I wonder what super animal managed to secrete so much. Maybe it ate bad shrimp. But whatever the source was, that was one big pile. Disgusting, but super.
Then we went to East Coast Park. Pecky and Dee walked, Colin and Lizard bladed, Eunice and I went skateboarding.
It was quite exhilarating because finally, something on wheels which I can do.
At first we were complete Losers with Capital Ls stamped on our foreheads but at the end of the day, we were merely semi-losers.
At least, I think so. Heh.
Eunice’s skateboard was.. well, it looked tiny compared to mine. I honestly don’t know whether mine’s right or hers.
She was practically worshipping my skateboard. Um, well, whoohoo.
We reached to a point where Lizard stole Pecky’s Gatsby wax, which seemed to be his lifeline.
In order to get his wax back, he’s gotta ruin his hair with water.
And well, in the end Lizard and Eunice poured the water onto his head. Which probably traumatised him for his entire childhood life but he’ll get over it.
And that was the first time I saw wax. It was white. It looked like yummy custard.
Mmm… Custard…
Anyway, the point was that he didn’t look any different.
Your hair is fine man, it’s gorgeous, eye-blinding, angels play their harps and sing “Hallejuah” around it, billions of dudes will worship such style, talent scouts will be recruiting you to star in your own hair fashion magazine, you make Mr T’s haircut look like a pile of poop compared to yours.
Sorry if that sounded offensive maybe, but basically it looks good enough, stop worrying about it. Yup. =)
After a while, we started prancing about the beach. Hoorah! Soft sand!
Colin as usual… Loomed into his own darkness, rollerblading away or reading.
I feel kinda bad and sorry for the dude. But on the other hand, I just wanna pry his lips open and make him SPEAK FOR SPONGEBOB’S SAKE.
I understand his explanation of how speaking might cause annoyance to people so it’s better off not speaking. But to the extent of well.. not speaking at all? That’s like, a bloody phobia.
Or maybe he’s merely shy. Hurh.
So.. Colin’s apparent phobia of sand and girls made him sit behind at the bench to read. The rest of us went prancing off to the beach and sitting on the same rock ledge and stuff.
We made Pecky buy ice cream for us. Um. Well Sheesh, but yeah.
We sat at the bench for another.. Dunno, hour? Colin was combing through the entire park on his wheels, so we didn’t see him for quite a while.
Arrgghh Colin Colin Colin. I wanna help the guy, but another half of me feels like kicking him.
Then we went.. jogging. A little. Eunice and I lagged behind, Dee had amazing stamina power. To us, I suppose. But yeah.
Then later on, I bumped into Jonathan, who seemed albeit amazed. Oolala.
Not that coincidental I guess, it’s the bloody East. Everybody lives there.
That’s it. Boring day. Use your vocal chords Colin, that’s why they’re there for you.
Yay.