sometimeFriends are what makes CIP so fun when then work doesn't involve people.
So.
Today we were supposed to do pick-up-the-rubbish CIP. Mr. See gave us a really really really long route: All the way to the back of the ib and around the old block back gate to the front. And he said leaves counted. I can't remember how many drains I pried open.
As we were picking lots of tissues with who-knows-what in them along the road (everyone who parks there is inconsiderate, tsk) and wandering around throwing dirt balls at air-conditioning vents (that was kee), some cleaning auntie called me upstairs. Found lots of weird jumbles of (definitely rotting) stuff in a cardboard box. Oh cool, big haul. Shove everything that was on the floor into the box. I was looking at the paint tin and pried the stick out. The whole tin was dried up except for the bottom because I felt the construction workers didn't do too good a job painting a part of the adjacent wall so I decided to help using a stick and a chunk of dried paint with wet paint on the end as my brush.
And then we continue on our route, picking up this and that. And then.
I see in front of me.
A wheelbarrow.
With no wheel.
And so, thinking it would make the haul EVEN bigger. We pick it up.
And for the rest of that half an hour I walked with an immense backache as I became the "wheel".
We got there a trifle late.
Set down the wheelbarrow.
And continued to do 50 pushups with my on-the-verge-of-snapping-into-two back, because Mr. See counted 10 pieces of unpicked rubbish from the other groups.
Finish already, dump the stuff.
Wheelbarrow rocks.
My back, well, still aches abit.
But that's the joy sometimes.
Because that's what friendship is all about.
Happiness for Tiger Balm. ^^
Which I don't happen to have so.
Oww.
I'm hoping that sometime,
You'll come to me asking for better times.
And we'll look at each other to pass time.
I'll put your hand in mine and say "this time,"
"I'll get it right this time."