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Cramping my style

The only time a man 'moons' without trying to be funny!

The only time a man ‘moons’ without trying to be funny!

It has been  four days of deep soul-searching, a humbling exercise precipitated by an extremely disappointing marathon performance last Sunday.

The extent of the soul-searching has been such that, at times, I even began to question whether I’m physically and/or mentally cut out for this human torture that is called the marathon.

The only consolation from the race is that I crossed the finsh line … barely. While the official time of 4 hours and 33 minutes was some 44 minutes outside my Personal Best, at least it was an improvement on my last shameful DNF effort over the distance.

Nevertheless, I feel like such a failure.

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Nano reminiscing

My iPod Nano died recently.

It passed away peacefully in its sleep – one from which it could not be awaken, despite much frantic efforts to resuscitate through charging, syncing and cajoling.

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Quick Fic’s: The sit-down

Come over here, KJ, I wanna talk to you“, said Vincenzo, motioning me foward with his crooked index finger.

At the time, I was just shooting breeze and breaking Chris’ balls about his new hairstyle. Or the lack thereof, as he had just suffered a number-two lawn-mower job at a barber’s in downtown Little Italy.

Look, we’ve got a situation over here“, Vincenzo said as soon as I sat across from him at the table.

Wait, you wanna drink? Why don’t you have a drink first?

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The perks of being a runner

True motivation!

True motivation!

Running does a lot for me.

It provides me with an avenue to think and to contemplate.

It allows my imagination to run amok, and ensures my chain of thoughts don’t get stuck.

Not only that, but most of the nonsense on this blog are conceived as I’m pounding one foot in front of the other, whether along the picturesque waterfront of Sydney Harbour or around the serene parklands of suburbia. Continue reading

Homework stress

Yes, sometimes it's easier if I just did it all myself!

Certainly would be much easier for both of us if I did!

There was a cranky man who swallowed his kid’s homework.

I don’t know why the jerk swallowed his kid’s homework.

Perhaps he’s going berserk.

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There was a cranky man who swallowed some wine.

That tickled and tinkled his entire spine.

He swallowed the wine to drown his kid’s homework.

I don’t know why the jerk swallowed his kid’s homework.

Perhaps he’s going berserk. Continue reading