roadiementary scary

i went cycling last night. around the siglap/opera area. just after 8pm, i feel like buang terbiat abit, grabbed my brother's bike and left the house. pyscho moment. i think my parents were shocked.

anyhow, cycled till my butts ached. managed to stop by at R's work place to say hi. then, feeling brave, decided to cycle along kubur Kassim.

i passed this narrow and winding road many times plenty. but never on a bike, much less alone. oddly, immediately reaching infront of the gates of the cemetary, the bike got super heavy. really, really heavy.

either i was going crazy from all the blood pumping to my brains from the workout or my thighs and calves were giving way from all that cycling , hence the heavy feeling.

got off the bike and pushed it. i was praying out loud as i was walking. beads of perspiration forming little rivers on my face.

"you cannot hurt me. my great-great-grandmother is buried here. if you hurt me, i am sure she wont be too happy." i mumbled to myself (and to whatever that was within the earshot).

after leaving the cemetary waaaay behind, decided to climb on the bike again and see if its still heavy. this time round it was much better.

came home, showered and told R the story. he said i should have turn behind to take a look at what's slowing me down.

dah nak mampos?!

i think i shall stick to running after errant students in school and not indulge in night cycling at creepy places anymore. at least with the hantu-students, you can pull their ears. really hard.

i wonder if roadie has scary ghost stories to tell from his cycling adventures. hmm.