Yiren Pontificates

Not the brainiest of titles but I felt an urge to write; to keep my sanity in check and to remind myself of what it feels to have my thoughts flowing (regardless of the writing style or lackthereof). 

Anyway, I ran. It must have been months since I ran because the running shoes felt really stiff. They came out of the cupboard looking really upset, like kids from a faraway orphanage whose birthdays have been forgotten. I tried wearing them but they refuse to conform to the shape of my feet and I even felt a tinge of struggle. Nevertheless I continued and their reluctance slowly faded into the night as I picked up speed. Maybe they too were indulging in the breezy, cool night; I could hear them squeaking with each step, whistling to the rhythm that I have set. 

The run was mundane although calmness did overcome me. I like how the quiet park and HDB flats bring peace to my mind. Especially the huge open space infront of the mosque, it’s like a giant vacuum that is able to suck out every single strand of emotion, worry, confusion, stress… and leave you really empty. It’s not too bad a feeling; being empty because as I jogged back to my flat, as I eat up the path alongside the busy traffic, everything else seems to come back bit by bit. Kind of like connecting to starhub these days, the data packets being delivered really slowly.  

I wonder if the humidity is on the higher side tonight because I perspired as if I just came out of a steambath. I never actually had the luxury of going to steambaths until Gil invited me over couple of years back. It was my first and only time. Pretty gay experience if you ask me but we shall leave that to another day. Perspiration beads kept forming, each merging to another to finally tip the scale and rolls down my body. I stood butt naked infront of the mirror, feeling each drop splashing onto the floor or streaming down my calf. I kinda enjoyed it; felt like I actually detoxified my body.

Then I showered. After feeling detoxified, I didn’t feel a need to wash my body except letting the water run the perspiration off. I turned the tap to the right to splash some cold water over my steamingly hot body. I wanted to say that I turned the tap to the blue area which usually indicates cool water but the colour sticker had faded and I could only rely on my instinct. What if my brain short-circuit tomorrow and I run the tap in the other direction? Hmmm. Maybe I should get some new stickers.

Have you ever washed your hair and tried opening your eyes? I always do and never once did I get sting by the shampoo. I remember a commercial for a kids shampoo brand that prides itself for not making our eyes tear even if the foam does get into them. They must be cheating. I never used their products before and I never tear in the toilet, yet. Anyway, I peeped at my fringe while I was shampooing my hair and the vision was slightly interrupted by my hands who were viciously scrubbing away. It sorted look like an old projector showing a film of my fringe bouncing around at really slow frame rate. Not that it matter because I can always look at my fringe without my hands blocking my view. I think I’ve written enough. Hmmm. What a night.