Time for Speed to Meet it's Master

I went to Dylan's place again, and it was damnnnn fun.

As usual, we skated. I won't tell about the skating, the boringity of the story can kill.

But there are some fun parts. Like the clubhouse. And the story of speed, bravery, wind, and heroism. And last, but not least, the story of my life. Nope. Not the story of my life, but the story of the Big Apple Leaf.

Oh yeah, about the story of my life, I've just added a song called the "Story of My Life" to this blog, so give it a listen. It's not the best song, but it fits my blog. Haha.

Oh well. To the stories. Ok. First, the clubhouse story.

After our legs were sore, throats dry, body, about to faint, we went off to the clubhouse for rest and relaxation. And lunch.

So we went into the changing rooms to wash our hands, and Wow.

The changing room was like heaven. Air-conditioned, bigger than Jeremy's house ( according to him ) and totally well maitained. I mean, we could have licked the floor and not minded. ( But we didn't, obviously. )

We went over to the basins, and Dylan washes his face in the cool water of the basin. Suddenly,

" Oh damn, my hands are THAT dirty. "

I assumed that it was my hands that made the water dirty. Jeremy and Dylan looked over to my basin, and upon seeing the brownish-yellow water, let out high pitched screams that a blond TV girl would be proud of. ( Exaggerations )

Then, it turns out that it was the water, and not my hand that made it dirty. And it was the same for all the other taps. And Dylan washed his face in it. HA!

So we left the room in disappointment, and ordered ourselves sandwiches for lunch.

Then Jeremy went:

" Hey, isn't that guy from our school? "

Heads turn.

"Oh yea! It's Wee Lik! Hey, Wee Lik! Wee Lik! Weeeee Liiiikkk..."

He walks away, without hearing.

" Hey, isn't THAT guy from our school, too? "

Heads turn.

"Oh yea! It's Kwang Yang! But, nevermind. I don't think he knows me."

"Who?" "Who?"

"Kelly's brother. They live here."

After awhile, Wee Lik walks over. He's heading to the bathroom. He sees us and walks over, says hi, eats my fries. Then walks off.

Moments later, he comes back with Kwang Yang. They take an interest in inspecting our skateboards.

" Hey, show us some skills, man! "

* Cough. Time for Editor's note: I have never, in my life, perfectly executed a kickflip before, except for on grass. ( a kickflip is a trick that involves the skateboarder jumping with his board, making it spin a full rotation, and landing back on the board. )

So, I go to show some demo stuff to Kwang Yang, and then:

"Hey, can you do like, erm, a flip or something? "

I paused. Should I try it, and chance screwing up my rep? Or just play safe and make excuses.

I took the more berlagaky option. And I DID IT! The first time I ever did a kickflip, and it was the best show-off I have ever shown-off. Haha. Plain luck.

So after they left, discussing how good I was ( Not Really, Just Joking ), we ran around the clubhouse a bit more, and ran into Kelly on the way out. That's the clubhouse story.

Time for the story of Brilliance, Bravery, Speed, Wind, Knighthood, and Heroism. ( I enjoy exaggerating )

Life was hard. Thirsty. Tiring. And a hurt ankle. Then Jeremy nearly died of dehydration ( So he says ). We were in the middle of a playground, far, far away from the house ( Oh so very far ). Unfortunately, we all didn't bring water.

" I need water. "

" Don't we all. But as the philosopher Jagger once said, you can't always have everything you want. "

" No, seriously, I can't stand it. "

Really. He looked like death coming early. So there was much discussion on whether we should leave early so Jeremy wouldn't die.

We all were rather selfish about it, seeing as the place was perfect fun, sitting on top of a windy hill, home was miles away, and it was tiring just to think about it.

" Oh dear god. Hahaha. Ok, I'll get it for you. "

" Serious? You don't have to go. I can go m....."

Not wanting to change my mind, and rather impatient with his manners, I was already speeding down the hill.

On that day I learned something. There is no such thing as too much speed. Speed is a like a backstabbing friend. Hurts you mercilessly when you stumble, and it breaks your bones. But when you are moving and keeping control, it is the best thing which keeps you moving.

I had never felt so good. The idea of a mission, the super speed of never pressing on the brakes when coming down the hill, and being the first person to drink the water when I reached home.

So I went back to the two damsels in distress ( hahaha, no offence ) feeling heroic.

Now, the story of the Big Apple Leaf. Here's a picture to explain. And by the way, there isn't a story. I just found it. That's that.

Look at it. It's shaped like an apple, and it's bigger than my head. Put it together and you get......