But leave out the stinky protective gear please!
If not for the fact that we're both newbies, baby and I would never have agreed to put on the sweaty and potent-smelling elbow/palm/knee guards. Not in a million years!
But they served their purpose, as they took blow after blow in place of flesh hitting tarmac. At least I can now say that the next time I wear the rollerblades, I will be able to go further that I did today. It was hard to slow down once you gained momentum: you just want to keep the feeling there and keep going faster. It helped that there were little cyclists on the track, so the only collisions were with trees and the ground below.
Fisherman Village was closed for renovation, but that's only a blessing in disguise. It prevented us from developing that stinging craving for sweet and sour pork. The serene sea-view was obstructed by the canvas and the sight of demolished platforms where stalls used to be. Actually it's about time the place had a facelift. The wooden beach chairs where patrons sit were getting rickety. The next lucky obese person may just find his/her arse sprinkled with splinters.
Useless fact of the day: The amount of green colour seats on SBS buses have increased. From only 2 some time back, there are now 4. This really says something about our ageing population, doesn't it?
