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The Story of A Broken Middle Finger.

Back from cycling. I cycled to somewhere near. So no point blogging about it. 

Before I start this hilarious story of a dork who lost his part of his middle finger, I shall reply comments first.

I am still considering cycling to Miss Lim Shi Ying’s house.

But what’s the point?

No point mah. After all it’s not my dream girl’s house. Although it’s a dream house of every girl.

Anyway, I don’t bring water bottles out during cycling.

Maybe you still don’t know.

I drink Pokka Green Tea whenever I cycle. I’m a Pokka Green Tea addict. So I usually drink 3 bottles of Pokka Green Tea during one very long trip.

So in a week, at least I drank 7 bottles of Pokka Green Tea.

I can go endorse Pokka Green Tea liao lah.

So if I ever cycle to your place, please prepare one carton of Pokka Green Tea for me.

Maybe you might want to go to the nearest NTUC Fairprice to get one carton now. You’ll surely need it.

Only Pokka Green Tea hor. The other brands of green tea suck. Especially Yeo’s.

Just 2 minutes ago, Wan Zi Cheng called and asked if I want to go cycling to the zoo.

Man, this is getting more and more insane.

Back to the topic of today. Or rather, the story of a broken middle finger.

Mr Woo was working yesterday. And after work, we were supposed to go for makan at either Suntec or Vivocity.

Apparently, he had second thoughts and decided he wants to meet somewhere nearer.

Sibeh sibeh sian.

I gave him the options of JEC or IMM.

He didn’t choose any of the options.

Instead, he asked what we are going to do after makan.

What a question to ask. I can do anything legal and those not against my principles. And I told him that.

And I got back a reply.

“Ok. Let’s go watch you woo (insert name if you think you know). I assist you.”

Ta ma de

*Gulps

That was when I started insisting on going to Suntec.

When he suddenly said he wanted to go to the hospital. Because he claimed to have lost his middle finger.

I was thinking he must be cursing at my reply to him by virtually pointing his middle finger. Point until his middle finger broke.

And soon, I realised that that was when he indeed lost part of his middle finger.

Apparently, he was blending fruits while making fruit juice. And he blended his middle finger along with the fruits.

That must be a major ouchie.

One tiny part of his flesh came off. He just need to keep his finger bandaged for a few days.

Meanwhile, he will remain very vulgar for the next few days.

Or bee leh.

Must be thinking of ways to sabotage me. Until he didn’t know he blended his finger.

Either this or he doesn’t know how to use the blender.

Like I said, all paparazzis have low IQ. Don’t know how to open lock, don’t know how to operate blender.

I was wondering about the fruit juice though.

I wonder if the customer tasted blood and one tiny bit of flesh in his/her fruit juice.

Next time, be careful.

I know you are engrossed in your primary occupation of a full-time paparazzi, but of course, at times you must pay attention to your secondary occupation of a waiter as well.

Want to sabotage me and her right?

See lah. Injured already.

Miss Lim Shi Ying, please take note.

I know you are another paparazzi who is very devoted to her job, but please do take note of your safety.

Let this be a lesson to all paparazzis.

Despite all this, he is still very siao on about his paparazzi occupation.

He asked me straight in the face.

“Hey. When are you going to woo (insert name if you think you know)?”

*Gulps

Anyway……

Now, I shall get back at Lim Shi Ying. I shall change her picture on my blog as per requested.

I will never forget what you have done before on your blog.

And now that you are using photoshop as well, I must be more wary and suan more.

*evil grin

I shall go edit my links page.

And I believe Miss Lim Shi Ying will come right after me.

你放马过来，我放屁过去。(Quoted from Mr Lee Kong Wee)

Track 14：Sunset Way

You didn’t see it wrongly.

I cycled to Sunset Way yesterday.

I decided cycling to West Coast was a bad idea yesterday.

I wanted to go somewhere different.

Before that, as usual, I went to JP.

Walked here and there.

After that I was pondering if I should go Clementi. Since Clementi is a place I seldom go.

I passed by the Chevrons.

I saw this cycling path.

I went there. And ended up at AYE.

There’s this bridge. Not really a bridge. More of like metal strips. But they form a bridge.

Let’s just say that if I’m not careful, I’ll fall down into the huge canal.

And at one point of time, I was moving very slowly on the bridge, fearing that my bike or me or both will fall into the canal.

But I made it and crossed the bridge and continued to cycle on the cycling track opposite the bridge.

And I saw this abandoned railway track.

I last visited it during the night walk in Sec 2 Leadership Training Camp in Singapore Polytechnic.

Yeah. A closer view of the railway track.

It has a rich vein of history.

A lot of people committed suicide from the railway track and along the canal.

And as you all know, in the older times, people favour the guys more than the girls.

Some parents wanted a boy badly and when they found out they gave birth to a girl instead of a boy, they threw the baby girl into the canal to drown.

Don’t know whether that’s true or not, but that’s the story.

And eerie things have had happened before.

I reached the end of the cycling track and tried to find my way to the Clementi MRT station.

I didn’t know how but I ended up at Sunset Way.

At first I didn’t know, until I saw the surroundings.

Hey. Isn’t this the place I passed by before in the bus 154 when I went to SIM open house the other day?

I went to the nearest bus stop.

True enough, I was just 3 stops away from SIM HQ.

Yeah. Sunset Way. Mr Poon told me Suxian teaches tuition here.

And I can even see the MOE building from there.

So everything is linked eh?

Now I know there’s a shortcut somewhere.

Don’t worry, Miss Lim Shi Ying.

I haven’t been running out of things to write after all.

Because something happened to someone of the same occupation as you.

Further confirms my theory of ALL PAPARAZZIS HAVE LOW IQ.

Just let me go cycle first. Before I’ll illustrate the story of a broken middle finger.