It's a thrill... It's a nightmare...
No! It's not refering to MJ's Thriller!... lol
I'm talking about Singapore Poly's Escapade last Saturday where we had O' Level students come have an overnight monster celebration from dusk till dawn (enjoying a sunrise at Vivocity too!). All the media clubs in school had a field day covering the event 'live' on the website. Sad that I only had 1 photo chosen onto the Escapade site. Sheesh!
It was a blast, everyone rocked till 7 am and were all still lively and kicking when they went off (I was freezing sleeping in vid clubroom). But I could have stayed awake from all that heart-pumping action and eye-candy and Fashion shows and handsome band performers like Electrico's bassist... =P however,
My feet had taken its toll and gave way after a whole night in damned Converse shoes that gave blisters and hell from walking only. WALKING! I thought they would bleed out if I walked anymore. I had trasversed the entire campus about 3 times unintelligently running to get footages to the Editor and trying to following the groups around to catch their interactions. Well, praise be to all the organisers! Campus introduction... then a successful major trip to Vivo and still being able to rock it all the way home is no small feat.
Zouk DJ.Yay!My memorable moments don't lie in the event that was the talk of the town. Rather, it was my first trip on Kenny's (fellow videographer) motorbike which I took in secret oath never to lay hands on. (My bro had created a lasting scare when he had his fair share of biking accidents that nearly took his life, and their bikes were identical Yamahas.) We were to go get midnight dinner at Mac's and he suggested taking the bike to Bukit Timah. I hesitated on seeing the speedster and the height of the pillion driver's seat. For an indeterminate moment, the helmet in my hand, the rotund Kenny grinning expectantly, Rainer tiring waiting for a response, I gave in to temptation.
I fumbled with the helmet all around my head like a fool uknown of shoelaces. Slipped the visor, and awkwardly stepped into the pillion's seat, then waited for him to tell me that there were seatbelts on the left hand. The only security was him, his overlarge paunch, which I found was an excellent protection against the wind and the easiest I clung to. He alleged I could sit back and enjoy the wind, but when he hit 30 kph and we had left Rainer behind, i began to whimper that we should go slower. I began to shake and contemplated getting off the bike already as we were dangerously close to the rough tar of the road and it was whipping past us at speeds I never reached on my bicycle. It was the rollercoaster going up the first hill, awaiting the plunge, but I didn't see it coming. I wanted to suggest I get off now but the worst came when he reached the gate, exited and revved the motor.
I think I screamed... or it was a silent one. The visor popped down over my nose, the scratches on it blurring my sight of the road. i got frightened of an inevitable fate and hung on tighter to Kenny's blubber. It was the only thing I felt most safe at the time. It was like one of those rollercoaster rides where you drop 50m down from heaven! I dared only make some small protests against going too fast and only managing to suppress a scream from all the 90 kph he kept hitting at.
Throughout the trip, despite the speed, I miraculously stayed gripped on the bike, and my feet had gone cold and numb. I think i hugged the bike too hard. Not hard enough though as I kept sliding onto the driver's seat when he braked. After we got back on terra firma (Ground sweet ground!!), he ordered meals and drinks, at which I began to wonder how he would feel having one side of his abdomen burned while the other side froze. I laughed at the idea.
But, I don't know if embarrassingly or ecstatically, I'll admit I had the best bike ride of my life. I felt the speed and the freedom albeit not without some ugly thoughts. My mum would have flipped if she saw me =))
