Archive for September, 2004
De l’anglais au francais
s t a r m | s t September 18th, 2004
Il a dit que je dois ecrire en francais, donc voici il.
Une entree courte (avec beaucoup d’erreurs =( ) aucun moins, mais c’est le francais.
Vous,
Je suis desole que j’ai ete si bizarre ces jours. J’ai pense beaucoup. Et il a fait m’a frustre facilement et fache. Pour aucune raison. Fache avec vous. Avec moi. Avec gens. Et je ne sais pas pourquoi.
Tout je demande suis… s’il vous plait est patient avec moi.
(Et la bonne chance avec votre travail d’ecole!)
Amour, moi.
=(
s t a r m | s t September 18th, 2004
Oh cmon, what is wrong with me. I don’t have time for this.
First
s t a r m | s t September 17th, 2004
My heart burst with pride when they announced his name, when I watched him walk up to the stage to get his scroll, when he walked back towards his mum and I, scroll in hand and a cute, abashed expression on his face.
I’m so proud of him, and I’m sure his mum feels the same way. =)
Respect(ed)
s t a r m | s t September 15th, 2004
Every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, it’s hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain, I’m so ashamedI am beautiful, no matter what they say
Words can’t bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can’t bring me down
So don’t you bring me down today
I respected you for being such a good terp, and yet with that one sentence you said to me, all respect has gone down the drain.
Bad-Tempered
s t a r m | s t September 12th, 2004
It’s 4 am. I hate management or marketing projects. *sulk* Can’t imagine myself doing this for the rest of my life.
Mac Addicts
s t a r m | s t September 11th, 2004
For the mac crazy friends of mine,
Please take a look at this and email him if you want one, ok? =) Remember to state all specifications wanted and leave your name and contact details.
Gentle Reminder
s t a r m | s t September 8th, 2004
On the way to Newton, I saw the remnants of a bike accident.
The bike was in a mangled heap and there was blood splattered all over the road.
It reminded me that life is fragile.
Most of us do not cherish it enough.
Gone
s t a r m | s t September 6th, 2004
I know I’m really tired when I start doing stupid things in my everyday routines.
At home:
1. Instead of switching on the normal white light in my room upon reaching home, I turned the knob for the dim light.
2. Attempted to highlight an entire sentence (in MS Words) backwards by pressing [shift] and then [home], but failed several times. Was puzzled and mildly irritated to see the cursor moving 2 paragraphs up until I realized I was pressing on the [pg up] key (And many of you know I could type with my eyes closed - during normal days).
3. I boiled a plastic spoon together with my cup porridge because I did not realise there was one in the cup.
Outside:
4. I let my bus pass by because I forgot it was the bus I was supposed to take.
In school:
5. I went to the Ladies, spent 5 minutes in there, and then suddenly questioned myself (in alarm) if I was in the right restroom.
6. I went into the wrong lecture theatre and had 150 strangers staring at me in condescending bemusement.
7. I called my classmate by the wrong name. Twice.
Other moments:
8. I start spacing out 20 hours a day.
9. I couldn’t, for the life of me, remember the month of my mum’s birthday (Gawd, I am such a bad daughter!).
10. I see double images on my laptop.
Damn.
The Good, The Bad, And The Urgh
s t a r m | s t September 5th, 2004
Strangely enough, I have not done a single flag day during my 4 years in secondary school and 2 years in college (Now, how did I escape it??). As such, I was filled with a mixture of excitement, anticipation, nervousness and uncertainty when heading out to Centrepoint to sell stalks of tulips for the children of CCF.
Needless to say, it was a fulfilling experience (Thank you, dear, for your sweet blog entry. =) ), as well as an interesting day encountering colourful characters on the streets of Orchard.
Presenting to you… “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly - In reverse order”.
The Ugly
The One Who… lied blatantly.
They threw me icy smiles (or frowns) and self-righteously declared that I have asked them before when I clearly had not. My memory isn’t that bad. Others would mumble that they do not have any money on them, while carrying shopping bags. And then there were those who hurried away upon learning that you need to donate money to get a tulip - Nothing is for free, baby… Why can’t they just say a simple ‘No’?
The One Who… stopped being romantic.
The couples. The other half told me to target them. It was a bad idea. The strategy kinda tanked cos..it just tanked. Perhaps it was the heat, or something in the air that made couples especially grouchy on that day. Or maybe they hated me for interrupting their lovey-dovey walks under the melting sun. The men shot me dirty looks while the women glared at me as if I was some kind of disgusting, should-be-extinct insect. I never felt so small and self-conscious. Or insect-y.
The Bad
The One Who… need a very large personal space.
Why were they even in town anyway since town is a high people traffic area? They brushed, they tapped, they pushed, they jabbed. *ouch*
The One Who… can’t see nor hear me (I felt so invisible).
They could be anybody. The couples. The lone holier-than-thou females. The pairs of female friends. The middle-aged women with their mothers. The gabbling groups of maids who’d wanted to walk through me. Oh wait, why are most of them females? Does that prove something?
The Good
The One Who… gave true meaning to the word ‘donation’.
Those were the ones who donated money and declined the tulips. They gave out of benevolence. One donated $3, chucked me lightly under my chin & told me “Keep it [the tulip] for yourself, love, give it to your special someone”. Another emptied out his coins which were definitely more than $2, took a purple tulip and said “Would you do me a favour? [pause] Take this tulip”.
The One Who… was hopelessly romantic.
They bought tulips for their other halfs. These were usually the ang mohs. (Oh no, what’s happening to S’porean males? We need to see more of the ‘Romancing Singapore’ campaign) They’d present the tulips to their other halfs in front of me and their other halfs would start cooing over the tulips. [All together now] Awwwwww…
The One Who… came back with change.
They would paw through their bags and wallets for five minutes before realizing that all they had were big notes (And I really mean big big, like $100 or more. I thought I caught a glimpse of a $1000 note. Whoa.) No change? It’s alright. But they came back on their own accord, with smaller change to buy the tulips. =)
The One Who…was all nice and sweet.
All those who donated, no matter the amount donated. All those who’d wanted to donate, but did not have any Singapore notes/coins with them. All those who rejected me nicely or civilly. Politeness goes a long way.
*tired* There are probably a lot of grammatical errors in this post but heck, I can’t think anymore. Wonderful sleep awaits me…
This entry mean no malicious harm and intent.
