An elderly man lay dying in his bed. In death's agony, he suddenly smelt the aroma of his favourite chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven: there, spread out upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite chocolate chip cookies. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted; the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and withered hand, shakingly made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
"Stay out of those," she said, "they're for the funeral."
Lol. Poor old man. Okay, side-tracked a bit, I've found the ultimate way (well, at least for me) to conquer standing-broad jump! We were helping out with Ippt for the regulars last week and we were trying to jump to our gold target (>234cm) using different methods but to no avail. Suddenly, I did another way and jumped 242cm! OMG. My old method (the swing-ing one) allow me to jump 225cm onli. Wahahaha. XD
Now my left ankle hurts like fuck. I don't know why, mabbie it's because I went for this foot massage thingy after getting a haircut last sunday. Hmm. Hope it heals soon
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