Monday, March 15, 2004
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Sleepy. So sleepy.
Woke at 7.40am today. Shocking news, huh?! I went to work. *audience gasps with greater shock* My sister and her fiance have founded this art company called Gnani Arts and it conducts Art lessons which started today. I am to teach the children.
I was really really nervous at first but the kids were just so adorable that I instantly relaxed and made them laugh and they made me laugh and all that. I call it bonding. I had only 1 hour of lesson, just 2 kids for now, till others register.
After the lesson, to collect a check for a painting, my sister, her fiance and I went to this apartment where these 2 English and Indian guys live together. The apartment is very small and very very nicely decorated. No sofas, just huge and small cushions in Indian cushion covers, lots of paintings( a few of my sister's fiance's paintings) and interesting interesting stuff. There was this big wooden miniature house which looked Spanish but I can't be too sure. I was itching to open the doors of it but thought better of it. What if I broke it? *gasp* The lighting of the house was dim orange. Romantic! Think they're gay.
After having wonderful WONDERFUL champagne truffes, we stumbled out of the apartment and went to a nearby temple, prayed for a while and left for home. Waited for the bloody bus 12 in the rain for 45 minutes.
The bus finally came and this a little more than middle-aged Punjabe lady sat next to me and started talking. She said I'm a very very pretty girl. Aww....*blushes*....you ppl are too kind!
Oh shit, Mom shouting. Will elaborate another time!
Woke at 7.40am today. Shocking news, huh?! I went to work. *audience gasps with greater shock* My sister and her fiance have founded this art company called Gnani Arts and it conducts Art lessons which started today. I am to teach the children.
I was really really nervous at first but the kids were just so adorable that I instantly relaxed and made them laugh and they made me laugh and all that. I call it bonding. I had only 1 hour of lesson, just 2 kids for now, till others register.
After the lesson, to collect a check for a painting, my sister, her fiance and I went to this apartment where these 2 English and Indian guys live together. The apartment is very small and very very nicely decorated. No sofas, just huge and small cushions in Indian cushion covers, lots of paintings( a few of my sister's fiance's paintings) and interesting interesting stuff. There was this big wooden miniature house which looked Spanish but I can't be too sure. I was itching to open the doors of it but thought better of it. What if I broke it? *gasp* The lighting of the house was dim orange. Romantic! Think they're gay.
After having wonderful WONDERFUL champagne truffes, we stumbled out of the apartment and went to a nearby temple, prayed for a while and left for home. Waited for the bloody bus 12 in the rain for 45 minutes.
The bus finally came and this a little more than middle-aged Punjabe lady sat next to me and started talking. She said I'm a very very pretty girl. Aww....*blushes*....you ppl are too kind!
Oh shit, Mom shouting. Will elaborate another time!
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Sara is online and he's surfing the site with me and he warned me not to see the ghostly pics now. One scared the shit out of him. He told me about it and I realised that it's the same one that scared me shitless 3 or 4 years ago! There will be the picture of a Japanese girl with dramatic black eye-makeup. Don't know if the picture was created by computer or real but whatever it is, it scared the hell out of me and Sara bcos when it appears on the screen, a bloodcurling scream will sound and the face will change for the worse. Doesn't sound so very scary when you read about it but when it jumps on you when you least expect it, you gotta check your heart, to see if it's still there or run away.
Wanna know under what conditions I experienced that? 2 am, only my sister and me in the house, she's sleeping, I'm listening to Christina Aguilera's Xmas album from the net, surfing websites, with headphones on, full volume. I screamed and scrammed! Urgh.
Wanna know under what conditions I experienced that? 2 am, only my sister and me in the house, she's sleeping, I'm listening to Christina Aguilera's Xmas album from the net, surfing websites, with headphones on, full volume. I screamed and scrammed! Urgh.
I'm reading ghost stories at Singapore's First Ghost Stories now. Some of them are kinda bonechilling! Whether they are true or not, that's a different thing all together. But these stories sure set the imagination a'runnin. The fact that I'm all alone in the room at 1.26 am doesn't help but hey, ghost stories, man!
Tuesday, March 9, 2004
There was this time when I was lost. I was around 5 then and I lived in Woodlands. I know, you might think that's it's weird for me to have moved from Woodlands all the way to Pasir Ris. It's going from the north of the country to the east. Well it isn't that far. I mean, it's only tiny tiny Singapore, not America or something. North to east of America. Now that's movin' baby.
So! Back to wat I was talking about. My family of 3 very much elder sisters and a mother and father went shopping one day, at old Woodlands central. There were these small tiles forming horizontally long strips of different colours on the ground. I was very amused and was determined only to step on the maroon strips when I walked. I was having a hell of a time and 10 minutes later, I turn back and find that my family was not anywhere near me.
I have, till now, never felt so lonely. I began to feel scared, real scared. I started praying, promising God that I would be a better girl, be more obedient if he gave me my family back. While these thoughts were going through my mind, I made my way to the interchange where I knew my family would have to take a bus back home. I stood near the metal railings which served as a pick-up point for that particular bus, hoping that they hadn't gone home without me. All the while, I was crying, not bawling but tears slowly streamin down my face. I was so, so sad.
About half an hour or so later, my father came for me. When I heard him call my name, it was like a dream that came true. The rest of it was a blur. I remember my father's crying face, him carrying me, my sisters screaming and crying with relief and love, my mother hugging me close and me being carried all the way home.
It was the most horrid horrid experience but it made me realise, after all these years, that when I go elsewhere one day, where I'm alone, I will never by entirely happy. Not a chance, because the people I love won't be there. And the people I love will face the same thing, just because I, one person, am not there.
So! Back to wat I was talking about. My family of 3 very much elder sisters and a mother and father went shopping one day, at old Woodlands central. There were these small tiles forming horizontally long strips of different colours on the ground. I was very amused and was determined only to step on the maroon strips when I walked. I was having a hell of a time and 10 minutes later, I turn back and find that my family was not anywhere near me.
I have, till now, never felt so lonely. I began to feel scared, real scared. I started praying, promising God that I would be a better girl, be more obedient if he gave me my family back. While these thoughts were going through my mind, I made my way to the interchange where I knew my family would have to take a bus back home. I stood near the metal railings which served as a pick-up point for that particular bus, hoping that they hadn't gone home without me. All the while, I was crying, not bawling but tears slowly streamin down my face. I was so, so sad.
About half an hour or so later, my father came for me. When I heard him call my name, it was like a dream that came true. The rest of it was a blur. I remember my father's crying face, him carrying me, my sisters screaming and crying with relief and love, my mother hugging me close and me being carried all the way home.
It was the most horrid horrid experience but it made me realise, after all these years, that when I go elsewhere one day, where I'm alone, I will never by entirely happy. Not a chance, because the people I love won't be there. And the people I love will face the same thing, just because I, one person, am not there.
Thursday, March 4, 2004
The reason I chose the phrase 'this is my sun' is because I actually dreamt it. True! In my dream, I didn't read the words, I heard them being sung. I can still remember the tune and the guitar music that accompanied the calm female voice that sang it. It soothed me. And I was hearing it while I slowly flew up from a field and continued flying through clouds. The wind felt wonderful. I remember seeing some pretty landscape. Then I begin to land slowly but not cautiously at a forest. I never hit the ground (I woke by then) but I remember seeing a cabin or a cottage house at a distance, through the trees. The whole journey, which lasted only about 10 seconds, was so beautiful and so calming.
I woke up with a smile. =)
I woke up with a smile. =)
I'm like soooo hungry! I can smell the kang kong blachan cooking. *salivates in anticipation* Besides being hungry, I'm being disgusting. That's what hunger does to you, so you better watch out. Heheheh...*cackles evily*
~ Lame Joke Alert ~
I need to focus on something other than the image of kang kong blachan in my mouth.
~ Lame Joke Alert ~
I need to focus on something other than the image of kang kong blachan in my mouth.
Tuesday, March 2, 2004
I thought a best friend is someone you go to when you're down.
Maybe I'm wrong but if I'm your best friend, you cry to me on the phone, not to my boyfriend. Especially when you claim that I'm the only person you can really stay firm friends with and that nothing can change it. Well why don't you come to me for comfort? What use am I to you if I can't be there for you when you're depressed? Sure, you tell me about the bad and good stuff in your life. But most of it's stuff that aren't your full, true, deep feelings. I've got to hear it second-hand from my boyfriend. It surprises me that you turn to my bf, whom you have known for less than 2 yrs to cry to when your now-ex-bf insulted you or treated you like scum. Until now you've never told me about that. When your 'O' Level results were out, you informed me of them sadly. But you cried when you talked to him.
This might be a small thing but it hurt me quite a bit, enough to cry. I hate feelng so confused. Whatever was lost between us, I hope we get it back, because I love you.
Maybe I'm wrong but if I'm your best friend, you cry to me on the phone, not to my boyfriend. Especially when you claim that I'm the only person you can really stay firm friends with and that nothing can change it. Well why don't you come to me for comfort? What use am I to you if I can't be there for you when you're depressed? Sure, you tell me about the bad and good stuff in your life. But most of it's stuff that aren't your full, true, deep feelings. I've got to hear it second-hand from my boyfriend. It surprises me that you turn to my bf, whom you have known for less than 2 yrs to cry to when your now-ex-bf insulted you or treated you like scum. Until now you've never told me about that. When your 'O' Level results were out, you informed me of them sadly. But you cried when you talked to him.
This might be a small thing but it hurt me quite a bit, enough to cry. I hate feelng so confused. Whatever was lost between us, I hope we get it back, because I love you.
Saturday, February 28, 2004
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