The motorbike in front of us was carrying four people in total. In between the adults, there was a baby and in front of the motorist, there was a toddler.

I could see the baby’s little foot dangling.
Precariously as it may seem, the oblivious child was rocking his/her foot, enjoying the ride.

Sis said, “People really shouldn’t have kids if they can’t afford to travel safely.”
I said, “Well, qiong you qiong kai xin.” – poverty has its own version of happiness. (this translation kills the actual meaning, sorry)

“Why didn’t you return my sms?”

W was late so it was very logical for me to assume that she’s going to once again cancel the appointment like usual.

“Oh, I’m out of credit.”
And I let the subject end just like that.

Later, she wanted to invite another friend to our outing.
In front of me, she called the friend several times.


Dear Liars, you need good memory to be who you are.

Just had a hair cut.
Went to the saloon.
I was quite flabbergasted when she asked me what kind of hair cut I had in mind.
"Er... just short lar."
She seemed a bit annoyed that I'm not answering her question.
I just wanted my hair short.
She took out a 'catolog' of hair styles.
I just mini mynee mo-ed on one picture.

I think at this point I broke her patience.
"You don't come to saloons often, huh?"
I smiled, "Just cut lar... don't worry, I won't get angry at whatever style."

She took a very safe route and cut very little of my hair.
I didn't mind.
I thought it looked nice.
I really like the way hair stylist touches my hair.
It's like they look at me and see the possibility of me being at my best -
--well that's what I'd 'like' to believe.


I went home and was very excited to show me sis.
"look at me, look at me!"
My sister gave me a sleepy look, "OH, you tied your hair and cut ah?"
although I DID that before, but I was slightly hurt by this.

Later, upon clarification she said it was nice.
HUMPH!

In the middle of the movie, the screen went haywire suddenly.
There was almost 3 mins of the movie gone.

As we make our exit, I was prepared to leave the building.
But I noticed some of the other patrons complaining agressively to the manager.
The manager relented and offered free tickets as compensation.
My friend was very excited at this discovery,
"Quick quick, hand me your ticket".

You know, only a handful of the movie patrons got their deserving free tickets because most of them had left - blaming bad luck for having missed that 3 mins.
I was almost one of them.

I was blessed by a group of smart consumers.

"Wah, have not chatted with you for so long and still you're like that..."

Ouch. Truth hurts so much.

was at a gift shop.
was attracted to a little 'fortune telling' bottle.
you shake it and it answers your question with 'yes' 'no' 'probably' etc...

I asked a few.
It came back positive.
Although I don't believe such things but I was very encouraged by its positive response.

So, I asked - "Will I have a boyfriend by next year?"

ABSOLUTELY NOT.

I was so amused ... that I was smiling at myself...
I mean, since this bottle has been so fictionally generous on previous attempts, why can't it just BLUFF me one more time?


this year then? hhahahahha

First time dining at TGIF.
The restaurant was conducting a training session and I had the utmost good fortune to be acquainted with one of the marketing staff.
As I entered the restaurant, all the staff were super friendly and kept giving me 100volt smiles while greeting me.
I felt so uncomfortable.
Even more uncomfortable that I had felt uncomfortable.
I was asking myself, why ? Am I more used to rudeness?
It was too frightening to linger on this question.

We proceeded and make our orders.
We sat right opposite the speaker and with the excitement from the people around,it was quite difficult to hear myself.
I wanted to say that the prices are quite expensive.
"Wah, the price is quite... *suddenly the music stopped and the people didn't feel the need to speak* EXPENSIVE"
-yes, you've seen this part of the comedy on telly before.
It's much funnier when it happens to yourself in REAL life.

The mud-something-chocolate, or chocolate-mud-something or something chocolate mud dessert was really heavy. Both sis and I couldn't finish it, as hard as we were trying not to waste.
Sis said, "I'm done, but I will continue to move my fork around the plate, pretending that I'm still eating - to support your effort in not wasting food."

Such a witty remark that prompt me to take this photo to illustrate the situation.






Time came to pay the bill.
This was the money used during that occasion.
We even waited for the waiter to return with the receipt- which really was unnecessary, but we thought, aww.. let's play the part professionally...

E-mail-ing really kills a lot of sentimental storage in us.

I was looking through my old letters and cards, received back in the previous 8 years or so, causing so much memory to pop up.

Most of the letters and cards have a lot of meaning to me.
A lot of sentimental value.

I mean, should we start saving our emails in a special folder and later print them?
But still, nothing beats the actual physical letters, cards and handwritten notes.

Let's all buy more stamps, cards and letter pads.

I'm now in a cyber cafe.
Computer was seriously infected with virus and I'm here for my ONLINE fix.

SO many youths here.
hahaha...
I think some of it has rubbed on me a little...

When words can’t convey
When emotions continue to betray

When memories seem to have lost its vigor
When dreams and hopes turn sour

When you wonder which is bigger
Benevolence or the masked monster

When beauty is bought
When kindness is just a thought

When education is about recognition
When religion causes more destruction

What if the evil we claim to oppose
Is the emptiness we have in our souls?

Silence and solidarity left at the end
As we all continue to pretend.


***deep or not? hahaha... this is what i get for not sleeping at 3am****

I was just randomly clicking the links to blogs.
Was feeling really bored, and was entertaining myself with pics displayed in the blogs.
Most of them are taken in ‘partying’ mood, mostly in pubs, discos etc…
Quite amusing…
I continued to click.
Then I came across a familiar face.
Hey, I know this guy, I played badminton with him twice.
I continue to scroll and click.
Wa.. this blogger good friends with him ah, so many of his photos.
It took me awhile to realize that it was HIS blog.

His writings are so different from the real person.
Then again, I don’t him that well.

something I found very relevant.

Ian McEwan's interview excerpt:

You write about very dark subjects. Why is that?

Look at the front page of today's newspaper. We are a troubled lot, and literature is bound to reflect this. Any examination of the human state will take you into some dark places.

What are you watching?

*Con Air.

That doesn't look like Con Air.

*Oh, it's news. Con Air hasn't started yet.

Huh?

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Don't you just love how siblings communicate sometimes?

On our way out, I was the last one.
The road was long and dark and I’m trying very hard not to be left far behind.

Suddenly, I feel that this is an analogy of my real life.
I’m so far behind my peers.
And I’m alone in this long, dark and narrow road.

Most of my peers are way ahead and possess achievements that easily put me to shame.

Then, I approached the junction.
I had to take the left turn where most cars had to take the right.

I had come to a conclusion to my analogy story.
All of us head different destinations,
thus we take different journeys.

It was never a race.

I crossed paths with two young boys carrying fishing rods and a bucket as I was walking to the post office.

I looked at them astonishingly.

FISHING! - like what I read in books! a hobby that isn't computer games, football or guitar plucking...


W-O-W...

I saw young boys going fishing...

Have you ever realised that you might have forgotten a huge part of yourself?

I was clearing some of the stuff hidden under my bed, when I came across an exercise book (the type you buy for 60 cents).
I saw that I had written the title "Books I've Read"

I flipped through the pages and saw the myriad of my own handwritings.
Like all humans, my handwriting vary according to my mood and timeline of my life.

According to my own documentation, I'm impressed that I had read a lot consistently for a period of time.
For each book I've read, I've documented the author's name, words I didn't know the meaning and the best part - fascinating quotes I retrived from the books.

Yes. This is one part of me which I really did almost forget.

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Storyteller's Creed by Robert Fulghum

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
That myth is more potent than history.
That dreams are more powerful than facts.
That hope always triumphs over experience.
That laughter is the only cure for grief.
And I believe that love is stronger than death.