Friday, August 24, 2007
Autobiography of a slacker
The previous post is exactly what a slacker would do to increase the number of new posts on the blog.
Hi my name is Kelvin and I have been excused Running Marching and Jumping(RMJ) and Field Training for 3 months. Considering that I'm in the army now, that leaves me with nothing to do but Sai Kang ( 'Shit work' but many a commander would demand a euphemism e.g. 'fatigue work' be used instead). My immediate aim of course, would be to attain the RMJS level.
Too bad for me last week, because I had lessons on Motocycle (MC, wow!) maintenance. We had to jack up the wheels of the bike for a tiring time of tire changing. Of course while the others were struggling to lift the bike onto a stand, I did my utmost to render aid. I focused all my attention on the bike and concentrated - hard - eyes fixed on the bike. Slowly but surely, the bike was lifted up onto the stand. OK, now to change the tire. However, since I had already contributed in the first phase by bringing the bike to levitation, I decided to be considerate to others by giving them a chance to change the tire. Besides, too many cooks spoil the broth.
After a looooong wait, my team had finished tinkering with the bike. Faced with ample time to waste and with the freely spinning wheels in front of our faces, we went about spinning the wheels as though it were the Wheel of Excitement. Even the slacker me joined in the physical action - without using my psychic powers. We even competed to see who can spin the fastest (rmb there is a speedometer on the bike). The fastest we could manage was 15kmph. But very soon, I was exhausted of spinning and I need energy replenishment FAST but there was no energy source around me! Just when I thought all was gone, my iris constricted and an image of a spinning wheel registered on my retina. I took a spanner from the floor and pressed it against the well of kinetic energy ( in other words, the wheel). The friction... the heat... I can feel a wave of thermal energy flowing into my hand. I touched my hand and found that it indeed, was warmer than usual. My other friends had beads of sweat on their foreheads though.
F*** it, time to go chalet... TO BE CONTINUED
bhuck-ed by kelvin @ 8:55 PM
