We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Two Litres of Tears
I'm in an act-cheem mood.
I came home today after lunching at Coro with the NJbadminton people, after training at RGPS. I ambulated at snail's pace home because I was drained of energy and strength. (Meaning, I crawled home because I was tired.) I alighted at the precise stop but still took an eon to reach home.
Ogay, I'm sick of acting cheem.
Today somebody came up to me and said Hi.
X - I still don't know who is it.
M - Me.
X: Hey, HI!
M: Uh. Hi.
X: What you doing here?
M: Uh. I live here?
X: Really meh? Thought you live Ang Mo Kio?
M: Uh. I moved.
X: When?
M: Uh. A few years ago.
X: Ohh. I see. So you're in Innova now? (I was wearing IJ's PE shirt.)
M: Uh. No.
X: Then?
M: NJ.
X: What's that?
M: National JC.
X: Ohh.
M: ... Uh. Do I know you?
X: HAHA! Okay wait, you're Meigui right?
M: Uh. Yah. You are?
X: Funny lah! Don't act lah, how can you not know me!
M: Uh... I know you?
X: YAH!
M: ... I don't thi... nevermind.
X: You really can't recognise me?
M: No.
X: HAHA! Don't bluff already lah! I can tell you know me!
M: ...
X: Is your phone number still the same?
M: ... Yah.
X: The (chants some number that is not mine)?
M: ... Yah.
X: Oh. Okay.
M: ... Bye?
X: Where are you going?
M: Home?
X: Where do you live?
M: Around here.
X: Where lah?
M: Around here lah.
X: Okok. See you around.
Later I checked to see if I was wearing my name tag. I wasn't. I don't know how he knows my name or how he knows I used to live in Ang Mo Kio. Maybe I were friends with him a long long time ago and somebody stole that part of my memories. He looked like he knows me really well, like he was my best buddy of 10 years or something. So I actually believe maybe I really know him, but the part of brain where he used to store got eaten up by other parts of the brain. Or something. I don't know.
I'm still only half way through Half Life and every 7 pages give me a headache because it gives a new fascinating idea about something fascinating (bo vocab, I want to sleep) so I stopped to try to think about fascinating stuff and got fascinated then when I try to move on I forgot what the story was about so I went back 1 page to re-read the same fascinating idea, and this time another fascinating thought comes to my mind so I stop again to think about the fascinating idea and found other new fascinating stuff that fascinates me so I never really move on from the book.
The book's pretty thick though, half way is a lot actually.
It's always raining around this time, 3pm to 5pm. If rain is a result of gods crying, then I wonder what makes them so sad this time everyday. Maybe they've got a new drama serial showing on Channel For Gods to Watch and that drama is really touching. Maybe they're airing Two Litres of Tears. Maybe three. Ogay ignore me.
Should get some sleep. Good night.
4:02:00 PM because I say so
I came home today after lunching at Coro with the NJbadminton people, after training at RGPS. I ambulated at snail's pace home because I was drained of energy and strength. (Meaning, I crawled home because I was tired.) I alighted at the precise stop but still took an eon to reach home.
Ogay, I'm sick of acting cheem.
Today somebody came up to me and said Hi.
X - I still don't know who is it.
M - Me.
X: Hey, HI!
M: Uh. Hi.
X: What you doing here?
M: Uh. I live here?
X: Really meh? Thought you live Ang Mo Kio?
M: Uh. I moved.
X: When?
M: Uh. A few years ago.
X: Ohh. I see. So you're in Innova now? (I was wearing IJ's PE shirt.)
M: Uh. No.
X: Then?
M: NJ.
X: What's that?
M: National JC.
X: Ohh.
M: ... Uh. Do I know you?
X: HAHA! Okay wait, you're Meigui right?
M: Uh. Yah. You are?
X: Funny lah! Don't act lah, how can you not know me!
M: Uh... I know you?
X: YAH!
M: ... I don't thi... nevermind.
X: You really can't recognise me?
M: No.
X: HAHA! Don't bluff already lah! I can tell you know me!
M: ...
X: Is your phone number still the same?
M: ... Yah.
X: The (chants some number that is not mine)?
M: ... Yah.
X: Oh. Okay.
M: ... Bye?
X: Where are you going?
M: Home?
X: Where do you live?
M: Around here.
X: Where lah?
M: Around here lah.
X: Okok. See you around.
Later I checked to see if I was wearing my name tag. I wasn't. I don't know how he knows my name or how he knows I used to live in Ang Mo Kio. Maybe I were friends with him a long long time ago and somebody stole that part of my memories. He looked like he knows me really well, like he was my best buddy of 10 years or something. So I actually believe maybe I really know him, but the part of brain where he used to store got eaten up by other parts of the brain. Or something. I don't know.
I'm still only half way through Half Life and every 7 pages give me a headache because it gives a new fascinating idea about something fascinating (bo vocab, I want to sleep) so I stopped to try to think about fascinating stuff and got fascinated then when I try to move on I forgot what the story was about so I went back 1 page to re-read the same fascinating idea, and this time another fascinating thought comes to my mind so I stop again to think about the fascinating idea and found other new fascinating stuff that fascinates me so I never really move on from the book.
The book's pretty thick though, half way is a lot actually.
It's always raining around this time, 3pm to 5pm. If rain is a result of gods crying, then I wonder what makes them so sad this time everyday. Maybe they've got a new drama serial showing on Channel For Gods to Watch and that drama is really touching. Maybe they're airing Two Litres of Tears. Maybe three. Ogay ignore me.
Should get some sleep. Good night.
4:02:00 PM because I say so