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Written on: Friday, October 02, 2009
Alamakkk, sad lah sad lah. I was on my way home. Just got off the train, to be precise, when I saw this girl. Somehow my first impression was 'whoa', not cos she was some scantily clad low-life, she wasn't, but there was something about her. BUT as usual I behave like nothing happened, because I really was quite eager to find out what time Fahim wanted tuition. I was messaging my tutor, to fix an appointment for tomorrow.Time: 11:43 PM So that girl was in front of me at the escalator, and when we exited at the try-to-scan-your-card-but-sometimes-fail-hahaha-you-look-stupid-oh-wait-it-worked-?-then-walk-through-a-sea-of-people-somehow-unable-to-find-a-better-area-to-walk-across, and she coincidentally took the same route out of the station. No surprise there, its a very limited space. But then, as we were leaving (technically speaking, cos she was a coupla metres ahead of me), this boy ran crying, short little boy. A few of us stared, thought he was running to someone. But he ran past us, stood and screamed more, then ran a bit and stopped. The girl kinda slowed down to look, but I wasn't really interested in her then. My good boy instincts kicked in, as well as my wtf sense. No one was really doing anything to help the poor creature so I went up to him and crouched, cos he's really short, and tried to speak to him, IN CHINESE (LOL sempat rehearse mentally a few steps before I reached him. Xiao di, mama cai na li? Speeling fail? Entah.), over his wailing. He started saying mama mama mama and pointed all over the place. Somehow he caught the attention of a few ladies, and one by one they came to the scene and attempted asking him the same question. Interesting observation: each of them phrased it differently, like style or something, but completely unintentional. I supposed they were mothers, cus they had the, uh, motherly look. Seeing as to how this Indian boy was 'overshadowed' cast aside and ignored, I got up instead to look around the small MRT station. To see if there was a woman frantically searching for a lost something. Nope. Made a round and when I returned, child and crowd were gone. Oh yah, so was the girl DAYUMN. I didn't really care what happened to him; maybe kidnapped, or dumped in a drain somewhere to shut him up, or maybe his mama was found. Who knows, I didn't, still don't, and don't intend on finding out. Waste of time. Anyway I learnt later from my mother that the way to tackle these little sonsofstitches is to say straightfaced: If you want your mummy stop crying. Macam attempted robbery gitu, eh. Then again I'm thoroughly convinced my mom can rob a bank and when the police get statements from the staff they'll be like 'But she asked nicely!' or 'I'm still convinced that was the most logical thing to do, what's wrong?'. Ok not to put Mak in such a bad light, its just that she's good at talking, and psycho-ing people. I hope I inherited enough heheh. So anyway I was kinda mad that there just had to be a bloody wailing kid to separate me from that girl. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't planning on stalking her or anything, I just uh wanted to know, um, if she took the same path to somewhere nearby. No, really, I've not seen her around. Every other common nonspecial face I can almost recognize on any given day, she stood out. And there was something about her nonetheless, I might have gone up to say hi, who knows. Well anyway (at first I typed so anyway, then I lookt up at the previous paragraph) I continued on home, feeling kinda sad, cos she was nowhere around. I walked through (boring old) Sun Plaza cos I wanted to get a litre of NutriSoy Fresh Soya Bean Milk with dunno how many grams of protein. Of the whole carton, I planned to consume half on my journey home. I'm a growing boy and I need my protein if I wanna grow right. JENG JENG JENGGG!!! As I turned out to walk towards 7-11 (yeah Ken Lim your ads are mother dumb, and you wore too much lipstick. Stick one up, will ya, sicka ya trash if ya know what I'm sayin'. And I think Kanye West won't even 'letcha finish' if he could crash your trash talk time), I SAW HER! (At this point I'm realizing how strange it must be for sharing all this here on my blog. Oh well I don't think too much about unnecessary things, so I'll keep sharing. Take what you may, dear reader!). She was at the slope that people walk down to get to the pavement. That is the pavement I take if I drop by 7-11. And you know what? Genius in me somehow said ok quick one we'll (we?!) get the soymilk and catch up to her. I'm not being super perasaan or something but as she was walking off she turned around twice, and she might have seen me. Oh that Indian boy who step can talk to kids. Psssht, since when do guys talk to kids? Hah even if they do, why was the boy yelling away in two languages anyway. Genius, right. So I swung into 7-11 and went straight for the fridge at the back. I was honestly damn happy cos yesterday, I saw this step cool guy take the second last carton right in front of my face, and I found the last hidden somewhere. This time I took the last one. I pumped my fist or something in celebration, and was all yessss when I looked out the glass and saw this fat chick sitting outside staring at me all sullen eyed. I flashed her a bright smile, pointed to the carton, then gave a thumbs up. Still smiling. But the dumb look didn't wash off her face, like someone just died, but not so bad as that. Oh shit maybe something like that did happen. Anyway the heck with her, I went to pay. And. There were three people in front of me. Great. So by the time I get out of 7-11 she's gone fo sho, and the whole walk home I'm feeling kinda sad, cos I didn't even get to analyze her face. I do that to everyone ya know, get in all the features, then those features will remind me of other people I know. In short I do a lot of shit in my mind; which reminds me. Everyone reminds me of someone else. Do people in general really have such a limited set of features? Oh well I won't waste my time on that. Point is I was sad, and she sure as hell wasn't anywhere around cos I took my usual route back, where its just the pavement flanked by the quiet road, a quieter field, and houses on the left. You could spot anyone in a matter of seconds, and the walk was more than a few minutes long. Sad. Well I don't wanna piss and moan cos that goes against everything I believe in. Besides, the first time she saw me I might have just been another passing clown, in her eyes. So we'll leave it at that. Man is this sounding so much like that creep James Blunt's song, You're beautiful. Maybe I should write a song, then? The ironic part is that Black Eyed Peas song about a good day and the fella's feeling of how it was gonna be a good night blah blah blah, was stuck in my head the whole day. I even went so far as to half sing half hum the song in the train. Morning songs usually follow me the whole day, and Fahim was singing it while getting ready for school in the morning. In the car the radio blasted the usual shit songs of today, pop artists running dry on ideas and trying frantically to cook up a nice tune. Leave it. I just finished Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep, and I realize I'm a lot like that private investigator Philip Marlowe. Maybe not as cool and smooth as him, but like me, he enjoys going it alone. Lives alone, in a house I can imagine myself occupying, and does everything solo. Maybe I should be a shamus too, but what would anyone want that for in green Singapore. Then again, it may take time before mine eyes are peeped through the thick shrubberies (NIH!) to see the car wreck hidden behind. Yeah shrubberies cos we're still a young nation. Still, all this talk I'll save for later. I'm quite pleased that I started getting sore awhile after gym, so I guess its time to hit the sack. Sleep like a baby, grow like one. When everything on my playlist is shit, Avenged Sevenfold and a few other metal bands come to the rescue. The Bangles ain't doing shit for me I tell ya, why the hell are they even here. You there stranger, stay safe, and other than that do whatever the hell you want. I don't care, really. And there are too many interesting possibilities for you to just sit around like some old folk carefully walking back and forth down the same worn path in your once snug carpet of a life. Go out and try things, have fun, get into an accident! Laugh! If you need ideas, you know how to reach me. I almost forgot. I know how irritating this is going to be, and Arif was so against it. Which is precisely why I wanna CONGRATULATE HIM, FIREWORKS, PARADE AND PROCESSION, THE WORKS! For what I won't say, sekali korang salah faham ke, someone tersinggung ke, aku malas nak type ke, apentah. And down below, just over there, I wanted to write 'ayam' but its so uncool. So its 'Iym', just the way you're gonna see it now. Hello, Can you keep a sikrit, Iym speshul Labels: advice, famous words, repotr, thoughts |
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