Exactly 45 minutes to go before I get ready to meet my friends. Here am I, with nothing better to do and all thanks to the creator of blogger, at least I have got something to do to kill time.
Just got home from lunch with Shikin and while going to cross the traffic light near TM, I saw a familiar looking well-dressed plump lady. Even though I was some distance apart from her, I immediately knew who she was. I am sure my friends like Celine and Huimin must have known her too. In Tampines area, this small eyes lady was famous for asking money from passer-bys even though she is healthy and in a good condition to work for herself. She would say things like her mother or whoever is sick and in need of money for doctor or she was hungry and haven’t had food for days etc etc.
So this was what happened, she was abruptly stopping those passer-bys and begging for money but many shunned off before she could even ask more. I was freaked off and took out my phone, pretending to make a call. Alas! She ‘caught’ me spot on and stopped me. “Miss! Miss! Excuse me!” she said in an aggressive yet ‘kan cheong’ manner. Nervous but acting calm I just shook my head and walked to join the crowd of traffic.
It makes me think. That lady has always been doing this since I was a kid. I remembered seeing her doing that many times and I guess those who lived nearby must be familiar with her. I recalled her asking 50 cents from me during my primary school times while I was going to cross that traffic.
Then that makes me recall of another lady living nearby my area whom we addressed as ‘The Mad Woman’. Really, the mad woman was one of the worse things that ever happened in my life of encounters with strangers. She was a lady in her late fifties with messy long grey hair (think old Sadako) and often scolding passer-bys for no reasons. Its like if you refused to follow her instaurations or talk to her when she asks you questions, she would curse you and make all sorts of evil comments.
it from her. Huilin and I were walking on grass, on our way to the MRT station for school and this mad woman saw it so she was cursing us and scolding us for walking on grass and offending the spirits (but it wasn’t the Hungry Ghost Festival that time!) .Damned! I recalled I nearly pee in my skirt that time! I was so nervous to feel scared.
... seen through it and moved on.
Friday, March 11, 2005
3/11/2005 11:05:00 PM
Source: somewhere on the internetOver the past 48 hours, a tearful Maia Lee has been through a rollercoaster of emotions.
Anger. Frustrations.Disappointment. Pain
Not surprising, since her romance with Singapore Idol runner-up Sylvester Sim has also been a rollercoaster ride.
She told me in an exclusive interview: "We're like Romeo and Juilet - maybe we're not meant to be."
Not that she's contemplating killing herself over love, but that their relationship had been star-crossed since they met as rivals on Singapore Idol.
And now, registration and regret over marriage to Sylvester Sim that could been - but wasn't meant to be.
After months of acting coy about being together, they had quietly gone to ROM to apply for a marriage licence on Mar 2.
Then just as the media was tipped off about their wedding plans came another bombshell: Sylvester was pulling out, describing their applicationl as "an act of impulse"
Said Maia yesterday: "My mind's a blank. I feel lost."
"A friend is getting married today, so you can imagine how sad i am. But since Sly's so cool about it. i should also appear cool."
Yes but they werent supposed to be a couple.
They were so secretive about their marriage plans that not even their family members or friends knew about it.
Even Sly's record label, Sony BMG and his management company, Artise Networks, did not know, claims Maia.
But, instead of becoming man and wife, they broke up.
2 nights ago, Sylvester and Maia dramatically ended their relationship - over the phone, no less, as he is in Taipei shooting his album cover and publicity shoots.
Then he issued a statement to the media that he was not avaliable for interviews, but didnt allude to the break-up.
The 22-year-old singer said: What I did was an act of impulse. At a moment of weakness i submmited a marriage application. i realised soon after that i made an extremely rash decision. i was naive to have thought that i was ready for such a commitment.
.*.*.*.*.*.*.
WTH?
... seen through it and moved on.
3/11/2005 11:06:00 AM
Tagboard. Tagboard.
What is the fu*king problem with tagboard these days?
Maybe after I posted this entry, the tagboard will be okay?
Last afternoon was the last lesson of creative writing and it was so God damn shit. Everyone have to read aloud the whole story of their work to the class. Yes, read ALOUD. I felt like a moron reading out my work, word by word in front of people who weren’t listening at all! But I’m so glad its all over now.
Can’t seem to get to sleep these few days. For some stupid reasons that I don’t know, the whole house seems so creepy when the lights are off. Its like I would be the only one awake, hearing noises out of nowhere. My friends told me that the sound of marbles hitting on our ceiling represents the communication of genies. Was damned freaked out cos I just heard the sound of marbles a few days ago - moreover during late night.
For instance yesterday, it was worst. I was totally exhausted but just couldn’t sleep at all and the stillness of the house gave me creeps. A little prayer did help - a little. I had to play songs in my player to ward off any ‘eeriness’. To be truth, ever after since that kns Ju-On movie, I have been sleeping with my lights on at night. I got scared the moment I off the lights and see darkness. Have no idea why but I’m so afraid of the dark whenever I am alone and sometimes, I feel like crying. It’s like I can sense a pair of eyes (maybe even more) watching me. It is a fear that has been bothering me from peaceful sleeps.
I guess its most probably just me. Damn. Its so hard to over come this physiological problem.
I think everyone has fears. An unfortunately, my type of fear is that thing. Eeks.
If I could turn back time, I would never step into the cinema to watch Ju-On. Never. To some of you, you might think I’m useless or whatever. But its not my choice to choose my factor of fear.
... seen through it and moved on.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
3/08/2005 04:56:00 PM
Okay, so this is what I think.
Some people like arguing. No ..no
**wriggles finger**. They
LOVE arguing. Aruging becomes a strong passion in their life they just can’t shut their mouth and stop it from rebuking. To them, arguing is like breathing. They cannot live without it.
These people love what? - ARGUE, ARGUE AND ARGUE.
But hey, if you are reading this post and you happen to be someone who actively takes part in arguments and heavy debates, beware.
Here are some tips I would like to enlighten you with.
When you want to argue, think first, if you are being reasonable with the point you are trying to prove.
But
bloodily pathetically, most of these
‘arguers’ will fail to see the point if they are reasonable or not. Bloody
damnly damn sad to say, on most occasions, you are being irrational.
Forget this point, I bet you won’t understand.
Then now, I will just leave you with this simple advice:
When you argue, do that professionally, instead of sounding like a loser.
But what can I say?
All LOSERS argue.
Heng ar, I have friends that don’t argue without thinking.
Or I will HANG the clothes, play HANGman, and HANG myself after that.
Duh.
... seen through it and moved on.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
3/05/2005 10:40:00 PM
At the beginning, I was a little nervous when I was told the tuition assignment will be tutoring a Primary One kid. It seems easy but then, when explaining things to a 6 years old, everything must be in PLAIN ENGLISH. But looking things at another perspective, it is challenging.
So this is how the story goes. On the first day of tuition, I was LOST. I mean, the unit number of the student’s address that the agency gave me doesn’t exists at all Like a lost sheep, I wandered around the storey like a
sotong, climbing up and down the stairs again and again. Still, Unit #11-176 was nowhere in sight. I mean, its 175, then 177. There is no 176 at all! In the end after failing to contact the agent, I left the place with feelings of disappointment and creepiness. Eeks. Goosebumps.
How could they give me an address that doesn’t exits at all? **thinks of Ju-On, Wishing Stairs, Room 13 yada yada yada… **So now I see, its #11-179. I finally got to see my student on Friday night. He is so cute!! He’s so and small size, wearing glasses that seems a little too big for him. His name’s Shawn. LOL. Was teaching him addition and subtraction within 10 and I was amused at the way he counted the numbers with his ten fingers. It reminds me of the primary 1 me counting with my fingers. Haha! In future when it comes to 20, I’m sure he would use his toes.
I could still remember I ask him - “Did your parents buy you any assessment books?”
Then this was how he replied with that lost look - “What is assessment?”
LOL.
Then I remembered, I’m no more teaching a Primary 4 kid. I am now tutoring a Primary 1 child. So when I explain any stuffs, I must do it slowly and express my words in a simple way for him to understand.
I was surprised when he told me he has a girlfriend in class. LOL. Kids nowadays are maturing!! ^^,
Children are so cute and innocent. =)
... seen through it and moved on.
