The time between meeting
and finally leaving is sometimes called
falling in love...
-Lisa Loeb, Falling in love

I went jogging today,
panting like a smelly sweaty dog.

I hate to sweat.
It stinks.
And it's extremely uncomfortable.

But well, I went.

And between struggling to breathe to keep myself alive
and cursing the bout of insanity that overcame me,
I noticed my jogging shoes.

They are a cheap pair of New Balance.

And I thought about my old pair of running shoes.

Nike
Just Do It

Yeah, and I blew 180 bucks on it.

The pair of shoes probably gave up fighting the impulse to laugh at me,
the unfortunate victim of consumerism.

And they opened their freaking mouths wide and laughed.

I was in the middle of a run around my estate when I heard a flapping sound.

Who would have imagined that shoes laughing would sound like that?

Anyway, I wasn't amused at that time.
I glared at the traitors in disbelief.

Scowling indignantly at them,
I popped in mentos, the freshmaker...kidding kidding.
I jerked them off my feet and ripped their patheric mouths wide open,
right at the jaw, in a SAW fashion.

Far from appeased, I continued to finish my round,
pounding the upper jaw of the shoes onto the pavement.

Only when I'm certain that rightful revenge has been exacted,
did I ruthlessly abandoned them to the dumpster,

burn...I hope u burn!

Damn right they will,
in the arms of Mr. incinerator :)

For all the stupid, idiotic things the army did
and is still doing,
at least they have enough sense to subscribe to New Balance.

At least a friend of mine says they do,
subscribe to New Balance I mean.

Or maybe they are just cheapo.

Hell, I'm just feelin bitchy.
Yeah man, I'm bitching about everything and anything,
even things that I don't have any business bitching about.

*rolls on floor laughing*

Anyway, besides the sudden burst of amusing "nostalgia" that came over me,
I had the fortune of seeing a scene straight out of a fairytale :)

The couple was old.
Their white hair thin and barely covered their scalp.
Sitting serenely, side by side, unmoving on a park bench,
it was as if they were a part of the landscape.

If one had jogged too fast, they would have missed them.
(ok, I am slow)

They were reading newspapers.
Straits Times for her, and Lian He Zao Bao for him.

For a moment, the scene struck me as just a tad odd.
Then I noticed that what's odd is that they were holding the papers with only one hand.

And the other hand,
resting on the space on the bench between them,
is in the warm clasp of the other's.

It looked inconvenient,
it looked impractical,
it looked......

downright stupid to be balancing the huge array of newspapers with one hand

But most of all,
it looked
profoundly touching.