Sunday, September 28, 2003

I went to east coast beach wif char, wenyi n xiaohan. Walked n walked n walked n walked, my feet hurt man. Got to walk barefooted in the water again. It doesn't feel the same anymore. The last time was 2mths ago wif jing n jk. I dun feel the same amazement of feeling the soft sand under my feet, the delight of having water n sand rush through my toes. The sound of waves lashing n the soft sea breeze. It's all gone. =`( You shldn't go back to a place u first thought was great, u'll b disappointed when u can't relive the memories. I dun think i'll go to ECP anymore, not this yr anyway, not until i forget tt feeling n go back once more to try again.
Tried waiting for a bus tt neva came. =/ stupid me. I acutallie forgot tt 853 takes an alternative route on weekends. i wanted 20mins, i would haf continued to wait like a dork if i didn't chance upon someone telling another tt 853 doesn't service the stop during public hols n weekends. Bless my lucky star. So i took 135, thought i'd take the bus to amk den take a train back. Passed by paya lebar mrt n changed my mind. Got off n took the train frm paya lebar instead. I suddenly felt like wondering ard, going wif the flow, act on impulse. haha. Took me 2hrs to get home.
In the Mrt frm Paya Lebar to City Hall, kinda evaesdropped on 2 guy's conversation. I think i made it too obvious becos i was looking so intently tt i think he noticed n twice he turned towards my direction i had to quickly divert my glance. I couldn't help it, it was too interesting n the sound waves just travelled towards my direction. N he knew i was listening yet he didn't lower his volume, so i listened. He was talking abt commercialism n materialism, n how these stuff were eroding children's minds and leading pple astray. He was real passionate n animated abt it, took out his hp to illustrate commercialism "do u knoe wads this all abt? Everyone is carrying it, even my sister wants it..." I just found it mighty amusing tt it's so ironic, if he's so against it, y the hell is he succumbing to it. He then asked his fren, "Know y i shaved my head? *touches his bald head* cos hair has become pple's identity, if it's neat pple classify u as being neat, if it's messy pple say u're unkempt, wad if i shave it bald den wad am i? We're being classified into so many different categories *proceeds to take out ic n pts to it* We're classified under diff race, diff gender, but ultimately we're all the same. If everyone were to shave their heads n their eyebrows we'll all look alike.. blah blah blah." Interesting rite. A load of bovine excretion I say, sounds like some holy man frm the mountains expressing his deepest disgust wif pple being absorbed in this transient secular world, i would b real convinced if he didn't contradict himself so much. The issues he mentions made sense and the way he put it across wasn't as simplistic as i summarized but i'm still a non-believer.
Did i mention i got a headache, must b the 2 stupid mock pracs in the morn, kinda fun but they just gif me headaches. Got all crazy at PS Spotlight. I just like touring Spotlight, i'm constantly facinated by all the bric-a-brac they sell. Headache's fault. Anyway, it was aggrevated on the bus on my way home. This pri kid kept crying. His cries weren't cries, they were more like whines. A constant up down rhythm which last note is dragged, sounded like a sick puppy abt to die, not tt i've eva heard one, i just can picture one doing producing the exact same sound. Thank gdness i cannot remember it anymore, i thought this incessant whining would b stuck in my head tonight. His mother kept trying to comfort him but he kept pushing her away and continued his irritating noise. He just kept going on n on n on n on like a duracell bunny. I really felt like going over n telling him to shut the *toot* up, embarassing himself, his mother n disturbing the peace. Ok i'm evil. hai... If i'm the parent i most probably warn him against making anymore noise or i'd gif him a gd spanking when i reach home. Perhaps what the mother did was best, ignore, let him cry all he wants. I haf no clue as to wad happened and maybe he has a perfectly justified reason to cry his lungs out. But i dun care, I'm having a headache. so shutup. I must b a strict parent next time, dun gif in to my child's whim n fancy, n dun pamper the child. But u neva know, maybe i'll get as soft as mush when the time comes.

by tab at 1:44 AM |