bad person
I saw this off tv, but what's the best song for a funeral??
Answer: "I'm.... coming up so you better get this party started!"
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
karma is a bitch
So the wind is howling tonight. It's howling like it hasn't howled in a long time. I can hear it tearing at the trees outside my house.
The lights in my room are flickering, as if they're clinging desperately to life. Gale-force winds are threatening to tear the electrical cables that link me to the world out.
But that's hardly the worst of it. The hot water system in my house has also died. Perhaps there's an overflow of some sort, but turning on the mains simply means that water runs freely, even though the taps have been turned off.
The car died in the afternoon. I ran all over St Marys, caught in the grips of a storm, trying desperately to find a mechanic's workshop still open, but nope... they were all closed for the day.
It's back outside my house now, but only after Wen, Zhan and Lilian helped push the car for about 1km.
Suay enough?
Yes, please, it's more than I can bear already.
So the wind is howling tonight. It's howling like it hasn't howled in a long time. I can hear it tearing at the trees outside my house.
The lights in my room are flickering, as if they're clinging desperately to life. Gale-force winds are threatening to tear the electrical cables that link me to the world out.
But that's hardly the worst of it. The hot water system in my house has also died. Perhaps there's an overflow of some sort, but turning on the mains simply means that water runs freely, even though the taps have been turned off.
The car died in the afternoon. I ran all over St Marys, caught in the grips of a storm, trying desperately to find a mechanic's workshop still open, but nope... they were all closed for the day.
It's back outside my house now, but only after Wen, Zhan and Lilian helped push the car for about 1km.
Suay enough?
Yes, please, it's more than I can bear already.
Monday, August 17, 2009
moonbeams and skyscrapers
This is the first time that I'm watching the National Day Parade while I'm in another country, and I must say, the feeling that I get, is not quite the same.
For one, I can't run out to the road to see the planes shoot by, or go somewhere nearby so I can gaze at the fireworks and hear its explosions fill the air. All I get, are the tinny sounds of the speakers making their best attempt to satisfy my ears.
The parade made me miss home. It made me think about just what it could be that ties me down to that country.
It's not the reliability of the government (as questionable as that is), nor is it the cleanliness, heck, sterility, that we are so famed for.
What I got, as the parade progressed, was an emotion. An image in the head, of smell, almost, even touch. I remembered my childhood, of a sense of warmth, security, safety and confidence. What I was confident of, I had no idea, but the sense of it was there.
I remember laughter, I remember having fun. Then I remember struggling through school, and the exams, and the friends that I made.
The images in my head are slightly blur, and perhaps even a tad yellowed, like an old photograph kept in a photo album for far too long. Perhaps I'm even romanticising the image in my head, but they are there, no matter what.
Then, I contrast it with the feeling that I get, 6 months in this new country. What I feel right now, is cold, like something artificial coursing through my veins, and just that little bit too grey.
A sense of strangeness, like I don't belong. A sense of danger, that 6 months hasn't gotten rid of just yet.
Even the sun seems to shine a little differently here, like it's speaking in a foreign language. A language I almost understand, like it's on the tip of my tongue, but its true meaning continues to elude me, to slip out of my grasp.
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Dear Mr Prime Minister, if you want your people to stay with you, to come back to you after pursuing degrees and careers in foreign universities, it's not impossible.
Remind us of that love we used to know, that familiarity we can never entirely get rid of. Make us remember the way we grew up, of what we grew used to.
Don't throw me your bonds, your scholarships, as if it's a life buoy. Don't tell me it's a duty I must do. All those are but words and concepts. Cold, lifeless, and ultimately, completely unattractive.
You want the hearts of your people?
Show us yours.
This is the first time that I'm watching the National Day Parade while I'm in another country, and I must say, the feeling that I get, is not quite the same.
For one, I can't run out to the road to see the planes shoot by, or go somewhere nearby so I can gaze at the fireworks and hear its explosions fill the air. All I get, are the tinny sounds of the speakers making their best attempt to satisfy my ears.
The parade made me miss home. It made me think about just what it could be that ties me down to that country.
It's not the reliability of the government (as questionable as that is), nor is it the cleanliness, heck, sterility, that we are so famed for.
What I got, as the parade progressed, was an emotion. An image in the head, of smell, almost, even touch. I remembered my childhood, of a sense of warmth, security, safety and confidence. What I was confident of, I had no idea, but the sense of it was there.
I remember laughter, I remember having fun. Then I remember struggling through school, and the exams, and the friends that I made.
The images in my head are slightly blur, and perhaps even a tad yellowed, like an old photograph kept in a photo album for far too long. Perhaps I'm even romanticising the image in my head, but they are there, no matter what.
Then, I contrast it with the feeling that I get, 6 months in this new country. What I feel right now, is cold, like something artificial coursing through my veins, and just that little bit too grey.
A sense of strangeness, like I don't belong. A sense of danger, that 6 months hasn't gotten rid of just yet.
Even the sun seems to shine a little differently here, like it's speaking in a foreign language. A language I almost understand, like it's on the tip of my tongue, but its true meaning continues to elude me, to slip out of my grasp.
-----
Dear Mr Prime Minister, if you want your people to stay with you, to come back to you after pursuing degrees and careers in foreign universities, it's not impossible.
Remind us of that love we used to know, that familiarity we can never entirely get rid of. Make us remember the way we grew up, of what we grew used to.
Don't throw me your bonds, your scholarships, as if it's a life buoy. Don't tell me it's a duty I must do. All those are but words and concepts. Cold, lifeless, and ultimately, completely unattractive.
You want the hearts of your people?
Show us yours.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
err... oops?
I do hope it's not a crime to be bouncing off the walls after 2am. I erm... accidentally inhaled this gigantic mug of milo with erm... a few teaspoons of condensed milk with it.
It's making me so happy I feel the urge to giggle out loud just to relax. Now all I need to do is to find a way to ensure N (the evil housemate) doesn't wake up and strangle me.
I do hope it's not a crime to be bouncing off the walls after 2am. I erm... accidentally inhaled this gigantic mug of milo with erm... a few teaspoons of condensed milk with it.
It's making me so happy I feel the urge to giggle out loud just to relax. Now all I need to do is to find a way to ensure N (the evil housemate) doesn't wake up and strangle me.
Friday, August 07, 2009
health is wealth
Too bad I don't pay attention to that. I thought I'd be healthy tonight and not eat any supper. No cup noodles, no boiling water, no hot soup, no springy noodles. Nothing.
Then, I saw an entire bar (y'noe, the big ass types) of Cadbury Marble waving merrily at me.
Suffice to say, it won't be waving anymore.
Too bad I don't pay attention to that. I thought I'd be healthy tonight and not eat any supper. No cup noodles, no boiling water, no hot soup, no springy noodles. Nothing.
Then, I saw an entire bar (y'noe, the big ass types) of Cadbury Marble waving merrily at me.
Suffice to say, it won't be waving anymore.
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