Saturday, March 31, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
7 + 8 + 8 = 23
This is my 788th post.
"And how about this, for those of you who may now be seeing the number 23 everywhere - "The Number 23," which came out on February 23, is Joel Schumacher's 23rd film project. Is this merely coincidence, or is it something more? "
"And how about this, for those of you who may now be seeing the number 23 everywhere - "The Number 23," which came out on February 23, is Joel Schumacher's 23rd film project. Is this merely coincidence, or is it something more? "
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Got god?
I told my mom about the two dreams I had yesterday.
She said, "The first dream is you kill yourself, the second dream is people killing you. That means huh you got no meaning in your life. You find life meaningless. Dream is displayed out subconsiously. Thats why I said you need spiritual guidance. Be it Christianity, Taoism, Buddism or whatsoever, treat it as a subject if you dont want to believe in God. Treat it as a subject....."
"To debate on?" I interrupted. "Debate on the piece of unreliable evidence."
"Well religious is not all about believing in God. You can disapprove of everything they teach and still go to church."
"HAHAHAHA this is funny. What is baptism?"
"I dont know, go through a process and your name will be registered under God and you will be his children. Something like that. And your every month's salary, 1% or 3% will be donated."
I winced in disgust at the words 'God's children'.
"............." I rolled my eyes. "Gees"
"I got a friend, he told me that he donated his money willingly and he strongly believes in God. Cause he said, hes prayers had been answered several times."
"But sadly mine has not been answered once."
"He has devotion and lots of faith. You dont believe in God aye, so you believe in yourself?"
"Errrrrrrrrr, I dont believe in God and I dont believe in myself either. Nothing. Whatever happens in life, you have to be responsible to it, not God. Whatever good things that happen in life, praise yourself, not God. Its stupid, the whole god thing."
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I need to improve on my verbal literacy. I stutter when speaking, I cant express myself verbally. I seem to have bad english usage when speaking.
LINKIN PARK IS NOT DEAD! WOOOOOOORAY!
She said, "The first dream is you kill yourself, the second dream is people killing you. That means huh you got no meaning in your life. You find life meaningless. Dream is displayed out subconsiously. Thats why I said you need spiritual guidance. Be it Christianity, Taoism, Buddism or whatsoever, treat it as a subject if you dont want to believe in God. Treat it as a subject....."
"To debate on?" I interrupted. "Debate on the piece of unreliable evidence."
"Well religious is not all about believing in God. You can disapprove of everything they teach and still go to church."
"HAHAHAHA this is funny. What is baptism?"
"I dont know, go through a process and your name will be registered under God and you will be his children. Something like that. And your every month's salary, 1% or 3% will be donated."
I winced in disgust at the words 'God's children'.
"............." I rolled my eyes. "Gees"
"I got a friend, he told me that he donated his money willingly and he strongly believes in God. Cause he said, hes prayers had been answered several times."
"But sadly mine has not been answered once."
"He has devotion and lots of faith. You dont believe in God aye, so you believe in yourself?"
"Errrrrrrrrr, I dont believe in God and I dont believe in myself either. Nothing. Whatever happens in life, you have to be responsible to it, not God. Whatever good things that happen in life, praise yourself, not God. Its stupid, the whole god thing."
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I need to improve on my verbal literacy. I stutter when speaking, I cant express myself verbally. I seem to have bad english usage when speaking.
LINKIN PARK IS NOT DEAD! WOOOOOOORAY!
No Vitamin C in Ribena.
Glad im not a huge fan of Ribena.
"Why does your eyes looks so tired?" Mom asked.
"Dont know."
"But you sleep so much!"
"Yea..."
"It look so lifeless, like you got no life."
"Okay Mom enough." >.>
"You should do volunteer work."
The MV of Nelly Furtado - Say it right, the man in the MV, some of his features, look like someone I once loved.
"Why does your eyes looks so tired?" Mom asked.
"Dont know."
"But you sleep so much!"
"Yea..."
"It look so lifeless, like you got no life."
"Okay Mom enough." >.>
"You should do volunteer work."
The MV of Nelly Furtado - Say it right, the man in the MV, some of his features, look like someone I once loved.
I left the books all alone.
Will power and self-discipline help us to choose our behavior and reactions instead of being their slaves.
Everyone is constantly confronted and tempted by an endless stream of desires and temptations, many of which are not really important or desirable. By learning to refuse to satisfy all of them, you get stronger.
Overcome your laziness. Convince yourself of the importance of what is to be done. Convince your mind that you gain inner strength when you act and do things, in spite of laziness, reluctancy or senseless inner resistance.
Lack of self discipline is a source of low self esteem.
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I failed again. Failed to study again. I cant push myself.
9 crimes - Damien Rice
Deuce.
Everyone is constantly confronted and tempted by an endless stream of desires and temptations, many of which are not really important or desirable. By learning to refuse to satisfy all of them, you get stronger.
Overcome your laziness. Convince yourself of the importance of what is to be done. Convince your mind that you gain inner strength when you act and do things, in spite of laziness, reluctancy or senseless inner resistance.
Lack of self discipline is a source of low self esteem.
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I failed again. Failed to study again. I cant push myself.
9 crimes - Damien Rice
Deuce.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Rock season's out for me.
My verbal literacy isnt proportional to my writing literacy.... ?
Currently reading - Is there a creator?
Eh, I seen Avril Lavigne's MV on MTV a few nights ago. Its like singing to a kiddy pop song and playing punk in the MV. She still sucks.
Currently reading - Is there a creator?
Eh, I seen Avril Lavigne's MV on MTV a few nights ago. Its like singing to a kiddy pop song and playing punk in the MV. She still sucks.
Monday, March 26, 2007
But your just so damn sexy.
Betty's sister said this, "First impression thats all I've got. So if I dont flirt with the boys and joke with the girls, they will realise theres not much behind the tight jeans and the low cut top."
It's so refreshing.
"Cause you're so damn sexy when your mad"
Its hard not to think about you when I've got all these songs playing on my playlist.
Damn photobucket being a bitch. Only got one picture uploaded.
It's so refreshing.
"Cause you're so damn sexy when your mad"
Its hard not to think about you when I've got all these songs playing on my playlist.
Damn photobucket being a bitch. Only got one picture uploaded.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Disjointed piece.
After reading through some of my posts, I realised that not every one of my posts are grammatically coherent. X_X
Paya lebar MRT station.
I inhale the last puff of the sweet cancer and flick the ciggarette on to the grass. I watch it burns, disintergrating it into crump of ashes. Oh sweet, I have to stand here for an indefinate time until he arrive. My eyes wander around the station, watching people rushing in and out, to some destination not that I know of. Are they rushing to attend an important appointment? Are they rushing to meet their new date?
A toddler in a yellow dress and purple shoes caught my attention. She looks so cute! It wasnt her looks that made her cute, it was her dressing! She really look like a sunflower. The all bright-in-power sunflower, with a purple shoe. And believe me, her dress is way too big for her. Just by looking at her dress, I saw an image of the olden Dutch or British ladies, with long puffy-blown-up dress. My eyes traverses in search of her parents. Ah, that explains why that toddler was dressed up that way. Her mom looks like one of those Indonesia maid, eating on a cup of jelly as she watches her daughter. Her Dad was wearing a white tee and a bermuda that is way too 'young' for him. His hair looks like the unoriginal version of Bob Marley and it was so unkempt. I can almost imagine his hair with hair brushes sticking out of it.
My eyes wander across the station. A guy in an old fashion gangsta wannabe, stood there. He looks like he is waiting for someone too. Hes hair looks like he poured the whole bin of gel onto his head. His head reflected every light that sink onto it, its so SHINY. I can probably reflect my own image on it. Whats more, its combed in center-parting. He wore some kind of wrist band and neck chains brought from X-craft, which is totally over. My line of sight is interrupted by three teenage girls, chit-chating and laughing away as they walked out of the station.
I dont feel like writing anymore.
*
J brought me to Katong, ate chicken rice, went to Parkway parade. Weeee done some shoppings. Went to East coast. Ran in the rain, went to his friend house, watch bloody soccer, went for breakfast, went home, worn out.
*
The ambiance I created from what the surrounding gave at the East coast was interesting. The sudden strong wind, the leaves rustling loudly, the kids crying, kids running across, the tide rises rapidly. It almost felt like a deja vu. I got a sudden surge to feel great trepidation of what will be happening. I looked up in the sky, I almost saw a billion pair of eyes looking down at me.
*
When we were at the prata house, eating prata, I saw something in him which I never seen before. I dont really know how to put it down into words. I will just end here.
Lost prophets - Last summer
Laters.
P.S The beautiful life. Cant forget that book.
Paya lebar MRT station.
I inhale the last puff of the sweet cancer and flick the ciggarette on to the grass. I watch it burns, disintergrating it into crump of ashes. Oh sweet, I have to stand here for an indefinate time until he arrive. My eyes wander around the station, watching people rushing in and out, to some destination not that I know of. Are they rushing to attend an important appointment? Are they rushing to meet their new date?
A toddler in a yellow dress and purple shoes caught my attention. She looks so cute! It wasnt her looks that made her cute, it was her dressing! She really look like a sunflower. The all bright-in-power sunflower, with a purple shoe. And believe me, her dress is way too big for her. Just by looking at her dress, I saw an image of the olden Dutch or British ladies, with long puffy-blown-up dress. My eyes traverses in search of her parents. Ah, that explains why that toddler was dressed up that way. Her mom looks like one of those Indonesia maid, eating on a cup of jelly as she watches her daughter. Her Dad was wearing a white tee and a bermuda that is way too 'young' for him. His hair looks like the unoriginal version of Bob Marley and it was so unkempt. I can almost imagine his hair with hair brushes sticking out of it.
My eyes wander across the station. A guy in an old fashion gangsta wannabe, stood there. He looks like he is waiting for someone too. Hes hair looks like he poured the whole bin of gel onto his head. His head reflected every light that sink onto it, its so SHINY. I can probably reflect my own image on it. Whats more, its combed in center-parting. He wore some kind of wrist band and neck chains brought from X-craft, which is totally over. My line of sight is interrupted by three teenage girls, chit-chating and laughing away as they walked out of the station.
I dont feel like writing anymore.
*
J brought me to Katong, ate chicken rice, went to Parkway parade. Weeee done some shoppings. Went to East coast. Ran in the rain, went to his friend house, watch bloody soccer, went for breakfast, went home, worn out.
*
The ambiance I created from what the surrounding gave at the East coast was interesting. The sudden strong wind, the leaves rustling loudly, the kids crying, kids running across, the tide rises rapidly. It almost felt like a deja vu. I got a sudden surge to feel great trepidation of what will be happening. I looked up in the sky, I almost saw a billion pair of eyes looking down at me.
*
When we were at the prata house, eating prata, I saw something in him which I never seen before. I dont really know how to put it down into words. I will just end here.
Lost prophets - Last summer
Laters.
P.S The beautiful life. Cant forget that book.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Cockroach invasion!
"CATCH IT CATCH IT!" I bellow, horror leeching into my voice.
"Im trying to." My Dad deadpan.
The cockroach flew out of the way as my Dad's hand descend on it. I look at the cockroach in terror as it hover towards me. I notice the tongue of the cockroach sticking out as it flew. Weird I didnt know cockroach had such a HUGE tongue.
"I give up." My dad surrender, throwing his hands up in the air. "I cant possibly catch all the cockroach in this house."
"THIS HOUSE IS INFESTED WITH IT! MOM YOU GOTTA DO SOMETHING" I chagrin, observing the cockroaches crawling its way into the couch. "PLEASE, buy a new couch!" I squirm uneasily in my seat, refusing to sit back and relax for a second. I inspect with caution around me, making sure no cockroaches came near me. I sit back and relax for a moment.
For a moment, I realised I was in bed, eyes still closed. I was reluctant to open my eyes. The last thing I want to see is a menacing flying cockroach with its ugly black tongue out. I lain in my bed, listening to any signs of evil doings. Its fine. The metal window frame contracts from the coldness of the room. I rolled myself into a ball, I felt cold. Damn, I remembered telling Mom that I dont want to use this blanket anymore. Its too small for me, now I have to freeze my ass off every night. Great. I felt the smoothness of my bed and my body. My skin becoming sensitive to any touch of the evilness. Its fine. I opened my eyes. Crap, I dreamt of cockroaches? Then bed squeaked under me when I shifted my body on the bed.
Im no good in interpreting dreams. Something about my fears? I listened to my Granny's footsteps outside the room.
When people regret, they learn something. How many times do I have to regret to finally learn something? Okay now, lets just see how this goes. Where will it take me. I doubt. No where far I reckon. This is no good, I cant sleep anymore. I picked up my cell, 4.30am. I thought about studying every single fucking day. Thinking about it is easy. When your actually doing it, god forbids its a torture. I sighed. Tossed and turned, trying to get some sleep. "When your 50, are you still struggling with your N levels?" Mom's voice echoed loudly from my strings of thoughts. I looked at my sis, snoring away soundly. I always wished I was her, ever since I was kid. Now I wonder, did she ever wished she was me?
I watched the door opened, a sillouhette appeared as I dozed back to sleep.
"Im trying to." My Dad deadpan.
The cockroach flew out of the way as my Dad's hand descend on it. I look at the cockroach in terror as it hover towards me. I notice the tongue of the cockroach sticking out as it flew. Weird I didnt know cockroach had such a HUGE tongue.
"I give up." My dad surrender, throwing his hands up in the air. "I cant possibly catch all the cockroach in this house."
"THIS HOUSE IS INFESTED WITH IT! MOM YOU GOTTA DO SOMETHING" I chagrin, observing the cockroaches crawling its way into the couch. "PLEASE, buy a new couch!" I squirm uneasily in my seat, refusing to sit back and relax for a second. I inspect with caution around me, making sure no cockroaches came near me. I sit back and relax for a moment.
For a moment, I realised I was in bed, eyes still closed. I was reluctant to open my eyes. The last thing I want to see is a menacing flying cockroach with its ugly black tongue out. I lain in my bed, listening to any signs of evil doings. Its fine. The metal window frame contracts from the coldness of the room. I rolled myself into a ball, I felt cold. Damn, I remembered telling Mom that I dont want to use this blanket anymore. Its too small for me, now I have to freeze my ass off every night. Great. I felt the smoothness of my bed and my body. My skin becoming sensitive to any touch of the evilness. Its fine. I opened my eyes. Crap, I dreamt of cockroaches? Then bed squeaked under me when I shifted my body on the bed.
Im no good in interpreting dreams. Something about my fears? I listened to my Granny's footsteps outside the room.
When people regret, they learn something. How many times do I have to regret to finally learn something? Okay now, lets just see how this goes. Where will it take me. I doubt. No where far I reckon. This is no good, I cant sleep anymore. I picked up my cell, 4.30am. I thought about studying every single fucking day. Thinking about it is easy. When your actually doing it, god forbids its a torture. I sighed. Tossed and turned, trying to get some sleep. "When your 50, are you still struggling with your N levels?" Mom's voice echoed loudly from my strings of thoughts. I looked at my sis, snoring away soundly. I always wished I was her, ever since I was kid. Now I wonder, did she ever wished she was me?
I watched the door opened, a sillouhette appeared as I dozed back to sleep.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Nao chino!
A dumb decision I made today. I am NOT taking Chinese. And instead I went to register for a stranger subject. Nice move girl, way to go dumbass.
Speaking about dumb, I nearly drowned myself in the shower today.
Speaking about dumb, I nearly drowned myself in the shower today.
Verity.
Deleted an old private blog. It was named as Red-verity. Direct antonym to my current name as Deceit. It was created to suffice my needs to surcease every anger, sorrow, displeasement in me. I read on my private blog, lots of hidings going on. And why did I decided to delete it? I dont see a need anymore as there is nothing to hide anymore. Friends had drifted, who should bother to pass a judgement on what this blog says. My blog is just all about my humble true thoughts.
Qoutes I came upon today,
"A person's greatest strength is always their greatest weakness."
"Ignorance is the beginning of wisdom."
And I hope my ignorance will finally pass on as wisdom.
LiLi said hi. I ignored her. Didnt meant to but no one interrupts my reading period. >D
My instinct tells me that im gonna stink on Audition today. So no point logging in. And im tired to strike up a convo with anyone in particular so I'll save the awkward moments.
Theres no sympathy for the dead - Escape the fate
Deuce.
P.S Onion really makes me FART alot. Lots. Theres even a distinct pain in my gut as the gas seeps its way through, down and out.
Qoutes I came upon today,
"A person's greatest strength is always their greatest weakness."
"Ignorance is the beginning of wisdom."
And I hope my ignorance will finally pass on as wisdom.
LiLi said hi. I ignored her. Didnt meant to but no one interrupts my reading period. >D
My instinct tells me that im gonna stink on Audition today. So no point logging in. And im tired to strike up a convo with anyone in particular so I'll save the awkward moments.
Theres no sympathy for the dead - Escape the fate
Deuce.
P.S Onion really makes me FART alot. Lots. Theres even a distinct pain in my gut as the gas seeps its way through, down and out.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Ugly is the new beautiful.
Some of the quotes I stumbled upon.
"The only unnatural sexual behaviour is none at all."
"An idle mind is the devil's playground."
"If your not that stupid, I can at least explain how stupid you are."
"Why do monks choose to be a monk?
Its better than working for a living."
Finished watching the last episode of Ugly betty. SEASON TWO COME QUICK!
I cant stand the suspense forever.
And maybe I should start a summary or review of every episode of Ugly Betty.
Heh, just a thought.
"The only unnatural sexual behaviour is none at all."
"An idle mind is the devil's playground."
"If your not that stupid, I can at least explain how stupid you are."
"Why do monks choose to be a monk?
Its better than working for a living."
Finished watching the last episode of Ugly betty. SEASON TWO COME QUICK!
I cant stand the suspense forever.
And maybe I should start a summary or review of every episode of Ugly Betty.
Heh, just a thought.
Happily ever after.
And they lived happily ever after.
Thats how the story ends. Naw just kidding. There no happily ever after. Not in this world.
I was so excited to show you me without glasses. Cause you havent seen me with contacts yet. But I guess there wont be a chance for that.
I was suprised. That after all that happens. I show no twinge of sadness. Maybe like I said, I am numb towards all these nonsense. But still, I am not yet giving up searching. I guess I left many memories for them all. But who had left me with memories? Nothing but sorrow. Yes I am numb to it now. If you ask, only one left me with great memories and laughter. Will never forget that guy on the net. Reminds me of the song "Love on the internet." Very talented guy who wrote that song.
Wanna know my opinion on this issue? It is disappointing.
You said you love me, then why decided to end it? Because you cant handle all the issues that cropped up? Then what about me. I endured the pressure of being with you. Its stress to wake up everyday and think about "Will he be please if I wake up too late?" And you even made me look down on myself. Well. It doesnt mean a thing. Its the last goodbye. I dont 'eat the past grass' is what they say in chinese. Thats my rule.
The search continues.
Far away - Nickelback
Lates.
Thats how the story ends. Naw just kidding. There no happily ever after. Not in this world.
I was so excited to show you me without glasses. Cause you havent seen me with contacts yet. But I guess there wont be a chance for that.
I was suprised. That after all that happens. I show no twinge of sadness. Maybe like I said, I am numb towards all these nonsense. But still, I am not yet giving up searching. I guess I left many memories for them all. But who had left me with memories? Nothing but sorrow. Yes I am numb to it now. If you ask, only one left me with great memories and laughter. Will never forget that guy on the net. Reminds me of the song "Love on the internet." Very talented guy who wrote that song.
Wanna know my opinion on this issue? It is disappointing.
You said you love me, then why decided to end it? Because you cant handle all the issues that cropped up? Then what about me. I endured the pressure of being with you. Its stress to wake up everyday and think about "Will he be please if I wake up too late?" And you even made me look down on myself. Well. It doesnt mean a thing. Its the last goodbye. I dont 'eat the past grass' is what they say in chinese. Thats my rule.
The search continues.
Far away - Nickelback
Lates.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Sweet cancer.
I dont wanna sound cynical but I really despise people who obtain songs from the FM. Or mainstream listeners. I hate to feel this way but I cant really refrain myself from having that thoughts.
My friend and I was standing outside his car yesterday, having a taste of the sweet cancer when I noticed the car beside his was 'rocking'. What the face? For heaven's sake. Find a hotel. Guys these days have to even save a cent for these.
-
In any case, I dont accept silent. Id take that as an end.
So, you can stop looking me up if this continues.
You're not alone - SAOSIN
Chaw.
P.S He said I looked better with contacts and I look like a kid with the glasses. LOL. I feel so weird without my geeky glasses though.
My friend and I was standing outside his car yesterday, having a taste of the sweet cancer when I noticed the car beside his was 'rocking'. What the face? For heaven's sake. Find a hotel. Guys these days have to even save a cent for these.
-
In any case, I dont accept silent. Id take that as an end.
So, you can stop looking me up if this continues.
You're not alone - SAOSIN
Chaw.
P.S He said I looked better with contacts and I look like a kid with the glasses. LOL. I feel so weird without my geeky glasses though.
Monday, March 19, 2007
I quit!
After rounding up an all nighter BBQ party, I went to my school to give a letter of 'resignation'.
The walk to the school was depleting more of my energy. I was nervous and uptight about stepping into the school at the same time. I dont want to step in the school ever again. I followed Liyan with a sinking apprehension as she leads the way from her home to the school. An adventurous walk INDEED. We reached the FENCE of the school and we didnt want to walk a huge round, round the renovation blockage. The only way we saw, is a tiny grass path through it. Breathes of curses.
The wet, squishy sound under our slippers as we trot cautiously through the path. We didnt want to get our feet wet and dirty. Its like a walk through a forest. A dead snail, a dead moth, and a dead lizard. Sticky filthy mud acts like a quicksand under us. I pant slightly, sweats seeping out from my tiny pores, adding more humidity to the atmosphere. Oh I wish it was the cold season everyday. Ahh, finally.
I mustered up my confidence as I stepped into the General office. I gave the letter to the clerk who had no least respect for me on my first day of school till the day I left.
"Ms lau right?"
"Yes."
"So... why do you want to quit school? Wheres your letter? You look so different now."
I certainly do looked different and thats why your finally speaking with respect towards me now? Its all about the look?
"Yea, heres the letter."
"Okay...." She studied the letter carefully, satisfied, "Fine. I will get your name out of the records then. Thanks."
"Thanks, bye."
Im just glad we didnt have to walk back through that modification of the forest again. The other route, though, was harder and longer.
"Are we reaching yet?" I complained to Liyan.
"Nop"
"Is it gonna be long?"
"Not really."
"Have we halfway there yet?"
"I dont wanna answer you. You've got so many questions."
I smirks and continues walking. I bids her goodbye as I went on to the bus stop.
I feel that 90% of the people here, just came out of NS or had never seen a lady before. I've got the sex appeal? HAHA. I reckon that. It felt good though.
Ahh, the comfort of the air-con and the seat. I stared out of the window thinking. You know when you look at the view that flashes in momentary outside the window, your mind will wanders. And my wandered to every possible places I could be. Shall not elaborate. Im worn out.
A little girl boarded the bus. She was wearing the Woodlands primary school's uniform. An old man was in front of her, and hes walking slow and unsteadily as his legs deteriorate from old age. The girl was fustrated because she was late for school, she gives a sign of impatient and almost immediately, her expression changed to guilt and gave a smile of embarassment. She was guilty of feeling mad and impatient at the old man blocking her way. She sympatized and understood that age-ing people moves slowly. Somehow, I felt proud of her. She is such a sensible girl at this young age. She dropped off at the next stop. I noticed she was a prefect. The three ladies in front of me, was looking at her as she got off. A lady in her near 50s teared her look away from the girl and shaked her head slightly in disagreement as the bus continues the ride. I understood the lady, the girl was late for school.
The bus ride home is always interesting.
The walk to the school was depleting more of my energy. I was nervous and uptight about stepping into the school at the same time. I dont want to step in the school ever again. I followed Liyan with a sinking apprehension as she leads the way from her home to the school. An adventurous walk INDEED. We reached the FENCE of the school and we didnt want to walk a huge round, round the renovation blockage. The only way we saw, is a tiny grass path through it. Breathes of curses.
The wet, squishy sound under our slippers as we trot cautiously through the path. We didnt want to get our feet wet and dirty. Its like a walk through a forest. A dead snail, a dead moth, and a dead lizard. Sticky filthy mud acts like a quicksand under us. I pant slightly, sweats seeping out from my tiny pores, adding more humidity to the atmosphere. Oh I wish it was the cold season everyday. Ahh, finally.
I mustered up my confidence as I stepped into the General office. I gave the letter to the clerk who had no least respect for me on my first day of school till the day I left.
"Ms lau right?"
"Yes."
"So... why do you want to quit school? Wheres your letter? You look so different now."
I certainly do looked different and thats why your finally speaking with respect towards me now? Its all about the look?
"Yea, heres the letter."
"Okay...." She studied the letter carefully, satisfied, "Fine. I will get your name out of the records then. Thanks."
"Thanks, bye."
Im just glad we didnt have to walk back through that modification of the forest again. The other route, though, was harder and longer.
"Are we reaching yet?" I complained to Liyan.
"Nop"
"Is it gonna be long?"
"Not really."
"Have we halfway there yet?"
"I dont wanna answer you. You've got so many questions."
I smirks and continues walking. I bids her goodbye as I went on to the bus stop.
I feel that 90% of the people here, just came out of NS or had never seen a lady before. I've got the sex appeal? HAHA. I reckon that. It felt good though.
Ahh, the comfort of the air-con and the seat. I stared out of the window thinking. You know when you look at the view that flashes in momentary outside the window, your mind will wanders. And my wandered to every possible places I could be. Shall not elaborate. Im worn out.
A little girl boarded the bus. She was wearing the Woodlands primary school's uniform. An old man was in front of her, and hes walking slow and unsteadily as his legs deteriorate from old age. The girl was fustrated because she was late for school, she gives a sign of impatient and almost immediately, her expression changed to guilt and gave a smile of embarassment. She was guilty of feeling mad and impatient at the old man blocking her way. She sympatized and understood that age-ing people moves slowly. Somehow, I felt proud of her. She is such a sensible girl at this young age. She dropped off at the next stop. I noticed she was a prefect. The three ladies in front of me, was looking at her as she got off. A lady in her near 50s teared her look away from the girl and shaked her head slightly in disagreement as the bus continues the ride. I understood the lady, the girl was late for school.
The bus ride home is always interesting.
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