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.

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!

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!! =)

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

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?
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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.

Flashbacks

"Stop it CLASS! Now this is UNBECOMING of a CHEMISTRY LAB!" the Chemistry teacher raised her voice...

;) Seriously, this was where I was - in Millenia Institute - a few months ago. I was taking Physics, Chemistry and C Maths as part of my subject combination. I had a tendency to daydream in class. You know that look in the eyes of a person who is somewhere else, far away...

In another scenario, it happened to be a rainy afternoon in another part of the building. The whole class was longing to go home. The relief physics teacher was a short man - which I am afraid to call - a hobbit. But he was good, the best of the shirefolk, may I say! He was exceptionally cute and made jokes out of ikan bilis...

"Now class, listen... LISTEN..." he said, above the noise of the raindrops. He was trying to explain the concept of Relative Velocity to us, I couldn't remember, and couldn't care less. I was looking out of the window at the running track. It was such a cool afternoon and I feel sleep beckoning me on...

You know after school, we hung out as a class... Sort of missed my ol' class...

(so ends the positive part.)

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You know when you feel the loneliness creeping in on you. It ain't the coolest feeling and you feel powerless. You start speaking out aloud - uncontrollably - into the silence. For goodness sake, get a grip! Maybe. You are thinking of someone all the time and you're playing a waiting game. (Maybe I'll see you again in the next life?) Staying very alert... Somehow everything seems to be going on in the world at large. So you turn on the news. People talking, talking... It's nice to get engrossed in the fantasy world behind the box.

You turn up the volume to get it into your head. People talking... A ceaseless chatter...