nondescript in blue

Monday, April 18, 2005

I used to find rainy days highly enjoyable. The sturm und drang of tropical thunderstorms unlocked my inner weather goddess and made me feel gloriously elemental.

Now I just wish those grey clouds would make a detour and grant me my patch of blue sky so that I can happily explore strange new housing estates on my trusty mountain bike.

I did Ang Mo Kio - Hougang - Sengkang - Punggol the other day, cycling an estimated 22.4km; although it felt longer than that, especially on the return trip, when long-disused muscles began to protest in earnest. Back home, I retraced routes in my street directory and took note of the interesting fact that Pasir Ris was just a page removed from Punggol... except that I'd have some trouble covering that distance if I didn't plan on braving the TPE, because the area in-between is agrotech land and pretty inaccessible.

Cycling in Sengkang is OK, but Punggol is rather eerie. That place is an underdeveloped ghost town.

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Brenda - resolutely dedicated to a life of tedious stability and relentless obsession,
stuck with a mental age that is increasingly failing to keep pace with physical age.
Addicted to methyxanthines, NSAIDs, monosodium glutamate, instant gratification and certain forms of mindless entertainment. Now with a newfound addiction to pretty sweaters, online movie rental and solitary urban hikes in foreign countries.