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Friday, August 27, 2004
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Jus an experience i wanna share with all of you.
I was waiting for my bus in bukit batok today after sending off a friend. THen there came this bus 178 where a old Indian lady alighted with two little darlings holding each of her hand. And after the bus left, I overheard e old lady saying something like : Where is she? And one of the little angels said: " She was sleeping on the bus. I think she didn't come down." And the other little baby said : " Oh no. What should we do? " (It all sounds very animated but yes, u should see them with their big bambi eyes and honeyed voices, such cuties)
Well i sort of realised they actually left someone on the bus and since the old lady looked really anxious and the little girls looked genuinely worried, I got a tiny bit worried myself. Then i saw them walk off from the bus stop in the direction of where the bus went and thought to myself:
Oh no. Where on earth are they going? Will the girl ( i assumed it was a girl. most probably a young little one.sorry for being sexist :O ) even wake up?
Then i wondered if i should go forward and offer my assistance but i didn't know how i could actually help? like ... they probably should take a taxi n go after the bus or something? Or call her? N while i was busy making mindmaps of solutions, i realised how far they were getting from the bus stop i sat at. And for a moment, the Singaporean in me jus took over and thot, heck , it'll probably work out. ANYWAY.
But then i realised, if that little girl was no older than the two kids the old lady was with, she would be pretty shitty scared when she wakes up and the lady does seem pretty worried. So i said to myself : Okay look. It's probably going to work out YES ANYWAY but if it doesn't, like if the girl gets kidnapped (i can get real worry-a-lot when i want to) or lost or wanders off onto the road, YES u might never know it, WHAT IF it doesn't? We're talking bout a life here. One dats parallel to mine but still a life. (i know it seems pretty paranoid to think so far but we shldn't take such risks yea.)
So i jus got up and trailed them. Quickened my pace and caught up with them and asked, " Hey did u lose someone? "
The old lady looked pretty helpless and said : " Yes. She overslept on the bus. (bingo.) " ( At the back of the bus! the little girl added )
I walked with them for awhile before turning back to ask again, " How old is she? will she be fine? "
Old lady: " *mumble mumble* 7"
Me : (slightly panicked) 7 ?!
Old lady : "TWENTY SEVEN."
haha. yeah. I was realli relieved and felt slightly silly but yes, aniwae, after walking a distance with them, we decided to jus go to the nxt stop (a realli lousy plan anyway but i didn't think it appropriate to ask them to take a taxi cos dat lady on the bus was her maid and well.. 27. haha.) to find her. And den i spotted this lady in front, walking towards us in a half-run wiping her tears as she did, and i turned round n told them, " There she is! " The old lady and little girls were really relieved and glad. It all felt like some family drama.
The old lady and the little girls waved goodbye to me after thanking me and then on my way to the next bus stop (since it was nearer then e one i left), I was jus really glad i did wat i did.
We can't always be apathetic. People might need us more than we or themselves think they do.
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Thursday, August 26, 2004
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haven't been blogging for a few days (and ppl are complaining already.)
sent lau off (sorta) after having our last recording session fer our 3rd album (temporarily known as "QC?" ) at Paul's be4 she left. did our finale song (SURPRISINGLY efficient 2-take-only) " A Little Fall Of Rain " , a duet by Paul and Lau which turned out pretty well i must say. Den tom came! haven't seen him for awhile. And he is the most ridiculous person i tell u, started pushing all his U-Penn application forms to Lau and demanding her to help him figure them out. They are so cute when they're together (i dun mean they are attached to one another) . Lau was so exasperated at how unappreciative and bossy he was and tom, was being...... typically...tom. :) But anyway paul drove me back after we had chocs and he had his cheese slices (supper) ! rocks. I dun mind going over all the time for recording if he drives (not dat i mind recording ya know heh) me back. N i gave him a slice of mi HAIIIIIYAH!!! pineapple cheesecake which received pretty good feedback (AS USUAL. mwahahaa. god i'm good. and complacent) so lau left.
Oh and after this particular song session, i WORSHIP Paul 'our' Pope. Yes. Again. u should see him play his piano and harmonise Lau at e same time....U rock Paula.
Had my last dinner with Mian yesterday too. (No.2-> she left this morning)
Met her at Newton before picking up ben together and going BACK to Newton again. (dun ask me why the arrangement.i'm as bewildered as u are.)
And Ben. Hmm. I can't really comment cos it was much too short a time we met and both of us were trying to be nice. ( As a result, guess who got all the teasings and pokes? hahhaa. she was practically xiao2 jie3-ing e entire dinner) But for now, i think he's Pretty nice. Very guy. Rather American. ( i like e Caucasian way he speaks tho! - watever "e caucasian way" means) But i can tell he dotes on Mian who's so spoilt in front of him. Girls. But yeah, if u read this Ben, Take care of my miandy. And if u read this mian, take care my cupcake! :P (yes, i'm posting this on mi blog.) i'll see u TWO YEARS LATER. (agonized look) but u deserve IT! for not wanting to come shanghai to see me. (murder.)(booooooo)
Sg idol:
David De Cruz should jus go throw himself in front of a 3-tonner; wat on earth is up with dat smug shit look when e judges are telling u " U can't sing. U only look good."
Olinda's good. Really good. E only one in today's episode i thought could sing for real. (n maybe David Yeo) But man she's too butch-lian-next-door to match up to my image of the WORD : IDOL. But maybe dat's wat we need. Local flavor. urg. she's laksa or something.
I'm a Dwayne fan. i'm sorry. i jus like clear voices. alot. and he seems really nice.
lalalala.
oh man. u guys HAVE GOT TO SEE THESE PHOTOS.
remem mi nike realruN? The organisation is so damned cool (i'm sorry i dunno if this is some running event practice) but they took photos of almost ALL the runners while they ran and we can actually search for our pics with our TAG NUMBER OR NAME. is dat seriously cool or am i jus good looking? haha. okay. dun answer dat. anyway, mi tag got so wet it tore halfway so they couldn't identify me. But hey, no one can stop me. I jus started browsing thru all the UNIDENTIFIED RUNNERS photo catalogue. hha. all 6000 of them. i found 2 ! but i looked so bad i decided against posting it. i'm sorry. But guess what? i'm throwing in Dele and Zhao's!! haha it's hilarious! Dele looks quite sei but zhao jus looks like he's strolling. damned cool. I LOVE NIKE.
wow, some campmate of mine who spotted me at e run approached me to go for Army AHM / Terry Fox Run / Stan Chart. damned fun. hhaa.
But my knee's really quite bad now. But i haven't been running long dist! It's realli sucky. I'm going to see a doc nxt week. No more running time to waste. I only ran 3 times after e run! an embarrassing 1.2, 3.6 and 2.4 km. urg.
Okay. damned. dwayne din make e cut. screw u Singapore! haha. aiya. but i knew he won't . clear voices jus dun go. pui.
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Sunday, August 22, 2004
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I know you are reading this poem
late, before leaving your office
of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the darkening window
in the lassitude of a building
faded to quiet
long after rush-hour.
I know you are reading this poem
standing up in a bookstore far from the ocean
on a gray day of early spring, faint flakes driven
across the plain's enormous spaces around you.
I know you are reading this poem
in a room where too much has happened for you to bear
where the bedclothes lie in stagnant coils on the bed
and the open valise speaks of flight
but you cannot leave yet.
I know you are reading this poem
as the underground train loses momentum and before running
up the stairs
toward a new kind of love
your life has never allowed.
I know you are reading this poem by the light
of the television screen where soundless images jerk and slide
while you wait for the newscast from the Intifada.
I know you are reading this poem in a waiting-room
of eyes met and unmeeting, of identity with strangers.
I know you are reading this poem by fluorescent light
in the boredom and fatigue of the young who are counted out,
count themselves out, at too early an age.
I know you are reading this poem through your failing sight, the thick
lens enlarging these letters beyond all meaning yet you read on
because even the alphabet is precious.
I know you are reading this poem as you pace beside the stove
warming milk, a crying child on your shoulder, a book in your hand
because life is short and
you too are thirsty.
I know you are reading this poem which is not your language
guessing at some words while others keep you reading
and I want to know which words they are.
I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn
betweeen bitterness and hope
turning back once again to the task you cannot refuse.
I know you are reading this poem because there is nothing else
left to read
there where you have landed, stripped as you are.
- Adrienne Rich
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You trouble yourself justifying spending $50 on preparing presents for a group of friends who you would have given up half the world for their happiness(literally, if i owned e world). But in reality, you are unable to spend $50 without letting it bother you for the whole bloody evening. It even makes you slightly irritated at them. Unreasonable shit you sure turned out to be. Apparently, 'a peace of mind' wasn't included in the $50 deal.
I hate money as much as i want it.
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I jus came back from YAWP (Young Active Writers Perform) at TCHS Drama Centre. Its a Poetry Performance Competition organised by the ELDDFS Lit Wing from HCJC with competitors from various JCs and Sec. Schs reading either original or adapted (no word-for-word accuracy) poems. "Reading" is quite an understatement although sometimes i wished they would JUST READ. There were dances, background music, little skits, recitals ; 4 girls (more like their shadows really) crawling, pouncing, dramatising as they recited the famous Witchy Cauldrony thingy in Macbeth (as the emcees put it : " DOING macbeth " distasteful joke. urg.) to a duo performance which ended with the girl pushing the boy's head into a pail of water, leaving him choking and sputtering, reciting, " Say yes or ......... die " from an original short poem entitled " Stalker " (which left a puddle on the stage floor where the same boy and same girl had to wipe up on all fours. the glamour AFTER the scenes)
All in all, it was a pretty nice experience. Although i had much difficulty understanding alot of the words for the more difficult poems like one which talked of a gay relationship between Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.
Some were angst-filled, action-packed while some others were jus pure drearily boring(gosh, there was this girl who went on and on and on about "same mothers, once brothers, no colours, red blood" united-colours-of-universe theme). I sort of related the experience to listening to Tori Amos, cos most of the time i can't get what she's trying to say but the words have power in them and seem to leap and bleed in their singular existence (okay okay, at least a phrase). And unless i actually referred back to the programme with the actual poems on it (i tried not to so as not to miss the action ahead of me), it was pretty hard to digest the poem and it's meaning. But still i found the readings pretty intense, nice accents too and i was pretty tickled by silly Pied Piper performance (which was really jus a bit more professional than ur average mom reading some nursery rhyme).
there came a few pretty established poets, some got on my nerves for being extremely rude by letting out big sighs and inappropriate chuckles during performances like some overexperienced ah chek who dun give a sh*t to newcomers, there was one who was really outlandish, who read from a little notebook in a staccatoed way and kept turning his notebook upside down or flipping it behind jus for effects, most of them read usual Singapore related stuff (i can never quite appreciate these pieces cos it always seems to me that they're jus saying wat's been OVERmentioned in alternative expression).
The Lit Wing did an outstanding piece at the end about poems. I realli liked it. It had them (prob 12?) standing around this spotlight where each of them (or sometimes 2) would enter and read a stanza and sorta express it with body actions and props. It was artistic and sad. Very nice. i'll try to put the poem up here.
Oh anyway, the thing was free. Go support nxt year if it comes along again. The turnout today was quite sad. Not very encouraging for these young hearts n soul.
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Li Jiawei. Dashed Olympic silver medal dream (no way she would have beaten China's Zhang Erm Erm). Poor Sussilo and Jiawei. I wonder where their marriage will go now? But can u imagine how stressed JW was? I felt it was quite touching dat she wore her diamond ring up on e game and i felt realli realli sad that she had to lose esp since she led 3-1 (with a beautiful 11-0 thrash). My mom started tearing when she lost. Bugger. Never mind Singapore! We'll do it some day! ( Shit you North Korean communist dinosaur for making all those weirdcrap noises at e start n end of each point.)
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Making konnyaku jelly is just troublesome. Easy but troublesome. Oh well, as long as grandpa likes it. Slept 11 hours! wooooo. i feel rested for once.
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haha I'm into VCD moods again! i suspect its the lack of excitement and drama in my life. After the Taiwan Dou Yu and the Japanese Love Revolution, i'm doing another Jap drama series called Love Mania. Watched it a few years' back. Oh god. it's super funny. The most exaggerated facial, body and aural expressions. It's basically ONE WOMAN who keeps falling in love with the next guy she sees. Haha. That's it! And there she goes in and out of love like nobody's business. Super funny. I'm bored.
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I dunno. It's either i'm tired physically or i'm jus tired of ppl playing me out at the last minute, I dun even feel pissed anymore. I jus think : okay. next tuesday/week/month/YEAR then.
Jus a reminder to everyone : I need one day's notice when you decide not to turn up for any appt (dat means : NOT " hey tmr i can't make it/i dun wanna go liao". ) and the reason behind it YOU KNOW doesn't convince me much. Only 3 things justify late/sudden cancellations or more crudely known as BANG4 SEH1 : Family matters. Deaths (this could mean funerals. sudden deaths. or your death. no joke.) and Being Sick. And of cos others like ARMY (sudden guard duties,confinements.OT). OUT OF NOWHERE REMEDIAL SCHOOL CLASSES ( and not those on ur timetable ) and WORK (same rule applies).
I am demanding.
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Do bargains jus linger in ur mind after u spot their ads or am i jus ah soh?
" HAAGEN DAAZ 2 FOR $21 " jus sticks in mi head all the time. And i can't help but consider the deal every freaking time i walk into e petrol kiosk. wah lel. N why am i fat?
Did u know jus one normal Timeout is 17g of fat?
1/3 of ur allowed daily fat intake.
Mus share this with u ppl.
Big Macs : 34g
Zinger : 40+g.
BK WHOPPER (w a slice of cheese) : 84g
I'm hoping this info i caught on this chart outside Subway refers to the American sized/made burgers. SHOCKING statistics.
i think i take 80g of fat each day. sick.
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