Saturday, June 26, 2004

Running in the Neighbourhood

I feel nostalgic everytime I run by my neighbourhood in Kallang. So much has changed...

I took on a new route, 
on a friday, at dusk. 
It ran beside the main road. 
 
I chased after bicycles
with Indian workmen sitting atop.
I ran freely for miles.  (good poem? X_X)

When I felt tired, I tried to secure a lift from my working father, as he rang up my handphone. The attempt proved unsuccessful. Hence, I wondered/wandered about getting home before dark.

I found the river, or the river (it seemed to be this way around) found me. I wandered beneath the shadow of the darkening trees. (Uh.. okay.. I'm in a sort of park, treading this winding footpath, the occasional bicycle...) I came to an ulu-ulu place, which (my deepest fear) may harbour active homosexuals. I took a look around at the end of the path. I heard a muted gasp come from within...

I could see under the lamp, middle-aged men fishing, relaxing on the chair. One or two were half-naked. No, I'm not interested in these things. This was no gay group, but I felt lucky I wasn't a woman! Getting through that area still proved a test of courage. I walked on nonchalantly, and there was no turning back.

I went under the bridge, and met the troll. (That would sidetrack a little, but nothing happened.) On the other end of the bridge were more fishermen. Under the bridge, I felt cornered - intimidated by the burly men. I thought I should make a run for it. I wondered if they might club me from behind. They looked like a gang. Any minute now, I could be captured; kidnapped. However, none of them happened - or had the guts - to block my exit.

(I would like to mention again that in Singapore, kidnapping is a crime that fetches a maximum penalty of...) O.O

Maybe I am far over the cynicism side. But it's better to be safe than sorry...

On the other end, I came out, slightly worried. I turned and saw a sign: "Kallang Sea Sports Club". I realised that I've just gone under the wrecked Nicoll Highway (Merdeka Bridge).There was an eerieness about the place. There were no cars above me. I climbed up the staircase...

I could use the Merdeka Bridge to get home. I often ran across the bridge in Secondary 2, training for my only major sports event (long-distances). The Nicoll Highway was sealed off after that point. I met 2 more fishermen chilling in the night, on the middle of the bridge. I resisted the impulse to say hi.

Sunday, June 20, 2004

Update

It's over! I feel a sense of loss sink in.

This performance was not good enough - for many... (choir members esp ^_^"' )

BUT I TRIED MY BEST...

If someone calls you before the performance asking for directions you'd be stressed. I felt very stressed that evening. Sure, and you had to be the first to walk upstage! I didn't find time to scan the audience and search for familiar faces - your parents (and relatives) are sitting in the front row, watching you intently. I remembered that I'm only a bass - so I should tone down. I should remember to smile more often...

I didn't listen to the rest of the choir... I didn't really blend in or anything. I couldn't relax. My feet hurt, wearing the strange black shoes.

But I did not zao sia in any of the songs. ^_^

Thanks for all valuable feedback:

I would really hate to disappoint you next time!

Monday, June 07, 2004

TPSU Orientation

"RECTORS WILL WIN THE WAR, RECTORS WILL WIN THE WAR!"

"Oui - oui!"
"Sup - sup - oui!"
In french, 'oui' means yes. o.O

You know, I really love the GLs. It's their movitating spirit. It's really inspiring. They shout till their throats go hoarse.

I feel lucky to have met such great people.

Hoobastank - The Reason is yet another cool song I want to highlight. It goes: "I'm not a perfect person..." blahblah.

RECTORS STEADY BOH?!
STEADY PONG BEE BEE ARH!! =)

Sunday, June 06, 2004

Imagination

I dreamt I gatecrashed TJC. Teachers held everyone in line and inspected us one-by-one for illegal articles. "HANDPHONES were NOT ALLOWED". Time was running out and I quickly left my HP in a shallow drain like my friend before me.

I got into a Chinese Lecture? The teacher rolled out the attendance list. I took the place of one of the 2 USA attachment student absentees (probably fighting in Iraq). I wonder which movie I was in. It all sounded so illogical that I slipped back into consciousness.

I have been to TJC only twice, but I feel TJC is like a chalet. o.O

- Some cool music from the Jack Neo film -
"Saturday, Sunday will open or not...?" o.O in Mandarin.

I first heard that on the radio, when my father was driving the car. My father made a comment that it's stupid. I laughed or rather - winced. What's worse was when Jack said he was good at making "4D" films... o.O

Thursday, June 03, 2004

Cynicism is Back

I have told a friend that my life has been a crazy mess lately.
I've been campaigning for MORE SLEEP at home.

I think life is lonely and all that, your friends aren't with you, anytime. (u receive 0 msgs a day...)

You plan a daily schedule. You find something worthwhile to do, like eating breakfast in the morning - in a deserted coffee shop. You offer sound advice to juniors, hoping they would be grateful... o.O What else can I hope to achieve here?
- - -

RANDOM THOUGHT
"As if having sweaty palms that slip while playing the guitar aren't bad enough..."

Q. What must one have?

A. Patience.
- - -

My brother listens to weird dance trax... o.O

So far there is weak response for tickets to Colibri Chamber Choir Concert. I feel so let-down. Totally.

Sometimes I wonder what friends I have... o.O

What must one have? Patience?

Cynicism is back, and I'm spelling: D-O-U-B-T.