In case I forget to come in with a 'pome' on some days, take this one, by Roger McGough ('debt' settles it!)
Streemin
Im in the botom streme
Which meens Im not brigth
dont like reading
cant hardly write
but all divishns
arnt reely fair
look at the cemetery
no streemin there
Friday, 23 February 2007
Monday, 12 February 2007
See the amount of litter on the doors to the Orchard MRT station?
I haven't been in a train for the longest time, and with the excuse of the jams in town, I took to the underground.
My sister and I went about the shopping and, quite satisfied with the haul we managed to catch, set off home. Thirsty after an afternoon's walking, we bought drinks, then headed towards the trains thinking we'd finish the drinks and dump the cups in litter bins just before we got into the station. When we got there, I could hardly believe it - there were zero litter bins around. Not wishing to litter the place, we tried to get into the station with the empty cups and were promptly stopped by security. We told him we wished to throw the cups away in litter bins when we got to the Bishan station. His answer was a curt, "No." He said there were bins above ground, at the top of the escalators. Like a teacher who tries very hard to be a good role model, I took the escalator up to ground level, but there were no bins to be found.
I stashed the cups away in an extra plastic bag, but couldn't help noticing all the empty cups balanced on the bars of the doors to the station. It's little wonder that people resort to littering to catch the trains. I pointed it out to the said officer and his reply was, "Why are there no dustbins in the station? Look at the tv screen... never watch the tv, ah?" There was a trailer of someone leaving a bag under the seat of a train unnoticed and setting it off after he had disembarked.
The officer then went after another commuter who had walked through the stiles with a full cup of sugar cane juice. I watched as he instructed the young man to leave his still-quite-full cup at the foot of the nearest pillar.
Are we being too paranoid? What about the bins "above ground, at the top of the escalators"?
My sister and I went about the shopping and, quite satisfied with the haul we managed to catch, set off home. Thirsty after an afternoon's walking, we bought drinks, then headed towards the trains thinking we'd finish the drinks and dump the cups in litter bins just before we got into the station. When we got there, I could hardly believe it - there were zero litter bins around. Not wishing to litter the place, we tried to get into the station with the empty cups and were promptly stopped by security. We told him we wished to throw the cups away in litter bins when we got to the Bishan station. His answer was a curt, "No." He said there were bins above ground, at the top of the escalators. Like a teacher who tries very hard to be a good role model, I took the escalator up to ground level, but there were no bins to be found.
I stashed the cups away in an extra plastic bag, but couldn't help noticing all the empty cups balanced on the bars of the doors to the station. It's little wonder that people resort to littering to catch the trains. I pointed it out to the said officer and his reply was, "Why are there no dustbins in the station? Look at the tv screen... never watch the tv, ah?" There was a trailer of someone leaving a bag under the seat of a train unnoticed and setting it off after he had disembarked.
The officer then went after another commuter who had walked through the stiles with a full cup of sugar cane juice. I watched as he instructed the young man to leave his still-quite-full cup at the foot of the nearest pillar.
Are we being too paranoid? What about the bins "above ground, at the top of the escalators"?
Tuesday, 6 February 2007
Starting out...
As I start out on this 'think aloud' thing, I cannot help but remember the wise words of Robert Frost:
What Fifty Said
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now I am old my teachers are the young.
What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I go to school to youth to learn the future.
Sigh...
What Fifty Said
When I was young my teachers were the old.
I gave up fire for form till I was cold.
I suffered like a metal cast.
I went to school to age to learn the past.
Now I am old my teachers are the young.
What can't be molded must be cracked and sprung.
I strain at lessons fit to start a suture.
I go to school to youth to learn the future.
Sigh...
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