Tuesday, November 01, 2005

I so wished my knight in shiny armor would come dashing in to save me the damsel in distress yesterday.

It was a dark and deserted night after training yesterday. Everyone was long gone because the coach gave a much lengthened talk than necessary to a few unfortunate chosen ones. When he finally decided to end his speech, I was dog-tired, especially after one whole afternoon of training under the unforgiving sun. I dragged my jelly feet and headed for the toilet near the basketball courts.

It was there that it hid in ambush, waiting for the moment to attack.

As I turned into the female toilet, totally defenseless and vulnerable with nary an ounce of energy left in me, it decided to strike. It was so sudden I had no time to react, only capable of letting out a piercing scream of shock and terror. My heart thudded against my ribs as I came face to face with the attacker.

A large and hideous looking toad was squatting near the entrance of the toilet, attempting to pounce on me (but apparently only succeeded in reaching the height of my ankle). I cannot explain my irrational fear but the thought of it even coming close to me is enough to give me the creeps. I pressed my back against the toilet wall and inched my way in, never taking my eyes off the disgusting amphibian.

At that moment I so wished, sooooo wished that my hero, my knight in shiny armor, my superman, my ryu, would come rushing to my rescue...

You know if given a choice I wouldn't have showered, but hygiene is in my genes, it flows in my blood, and I stink from training. I swear I've never showered in such a short time ever before in my entire life. I couldn't wait to get out of that cubicle because every second my mind was entertaining thoughts of the slimy toad peeking up at me from the shower floor, worse still, clinging on to my feet.

When I stepped out of the shower cubicle, still dripping wet because I hardly bothered to dry myself properly, horrors of all horrors it wasn't there anymore! Which means it can anywhere, which means the disgusting toad can see me and I can't see it. Ugh. So hurriedly I swept everything into my bag, and without even bothering to preen, ran out of the toilet.

I tell you I can't be more relieved to take in a breath of fresh cool night air. It was such a harrowing experience I was still in a highly traumatised state on my way home. And thinking how nice and sweet it'd be if a knight in shiny (preferably black) armor really did came to save the day.

I hate toads.

oh where art thou? thy playful batter turns my face scarlet!

writing at 10:10 PM

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