walk walk walk your legs

walk walk walk your legs
slowly up the hill
slowly steadily tiredly
hill's a tad too steep

bumming arnd in the crew room, on my 3rd consecutive guard duty.

didn't get to enjoy the very convenient, very free ferry services of GL's much vaunted/talked abt/souped up/immortalised blue Subaru, which came complete with a fist-sized dent on the roof, scratches on the front bumper, cracked windscreen and Old Chang Kee curry puff crumbs hidden in the wedge of space between the seat and the back of the seats. no choice but to make my own way up.

u knw the old chinese adage? directly translated, it means "heart quiet naturally cool"

took its advice; old men's words cant be lies right? and so i treaded slowly up the incline, determined not to break out into a sweat. why slowly? cos it says heart quiet; i figured sprinting wouldn't make my heart beat any slower, and anyway quiet ma, right?

'heart quiet' conjures up in my brain images of some wizened old Zen master meditating and contemplating the ways of the world on a tatami mat, while sipping some japanese green tea. or maybe eminem-posing-as-moby in a tracksuit in a similar position on a similar mat.

one third of the way up: moving very slowly, trees providing much needed respite frm the unfriendly sun most of the way, light breeze blowing. actually enjoying it!

2nd third: same pace, lesser foliage, same wind. still feelin pretty ok. those old men sure know their stuff.

final third: i have concluded that "heart quiet naturally cool" is but a load of hogwash.