The craziest day of my life.
Like i said, it's crazy. Don't expect this blog to make sense. Went to work as usual, arrived early, went to Fort canning and the Registry of Marriage behind the office to kill time... and started working on the wrong foot. Had a serious meeting that was thought-provoking and mind- draining... ate a lunch too spicy for my stomach. Talk lots of rubbish and started singing out of tune at the bus-stop. Talked more rubbish on the bus and felt guilty for it. Tried to repent but laughed everything off when my friend started singing in a sad tone, non-stop, choir style... Laughed all the way home. Mind unsettled. Thoughts racing. Guilt mounting. Till I got home. skipped dinner. Helped my sis do some handycraft... Mind energy channeled.... brain made more sense. Hush. Shhhh. Lost my voice. Timely indeed. But this is still a crazy day and this is a crazy blog entry.
Quote of the day:
Silence is golden
Here's five cents worth of simple plainwords. The little things that didnt make it to speech, the little fleeting moments of sensitiveness to my subconscious self, the little struggles in between the lines and all the bits and pieces I want to remember.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
Perspectives
I walk staring at the floor, noticing the drain and the pavement and the bits of litter here and there. There's the grass, a chocolate wrapper and some dog poo that's been there for a few days. That's how I walk. Head bowed, eyes glued to the floor. Hunched even... perhaps. Gosh, is that how I walk? Yeah, I just noticed that this morning. How come I don't look ahead at the landmarks in front? Why don't I look at my destination? I notice too many little details on the floor. Time to look up and look out! I had better know where I'm heading, what to look out for and how I'm getting there before I start looking at the little itsy bitsy stuff on the floor. I need to look beyond the small picture and see the big picture. I need to stop asking how God is relevant to me and see how I fit into God's plan.
I walk staring at the floor, noticing the drain and the pavement and the bits of litter here and there. There's the grass, a chocolate wrapper and some dog poo that's been there for a few days. That's how I walk. Head bowed, eyes glued to the floor. Hunched even... perhaps. Gosh, is that how I walk? Yeah, I just noticed that this morning. How come I don't look ahead at the landmarks in front? Why don't I look at my destination? I notice too many little details on the floor. Time to look up and look out! I had better know where I'm heading, what to look out for and how I'm getting there before I start looking at the little itsy bitsy stuff on the floor. I need to look beyond the small picture and see the big picture. I need to stop asking how God is relevant to me and see how I fit into God's plan.
Quote of the day:
Hand phones without reception are only good for telling the time. Oh, and for reminders too.
My handphone that doesn't live to its full potential
After dropping my phone for the three hundred and sixty-fifth time, it gave up on me. The reception is nil anywhere and everywhere. Sporadically, I'll have a few seconds of reception. Not long enough to send smses or receive calls though. There'll be reception within the first 10 minutes of switching on the phone. Beyond that, I'm subjected to the whims and fancies of the complicated micro-chips and complex electronic components that receive signals from the beyond. I feel like giving up on my phone. I want a new phone! Found new lobangs! Got parental approval! But, my phone seemed to realise that its end is near and reception comes on more regularly. But not regularly enough. A phone is meant for communication at my whims and fancies, NOT the other way round! And it's suppose to do more than tell me that I'm late for work.(hey, I'm getting rid of this habit!) My phone has lost its sense of purpose and is not living to its fullest potential. Judgement day has come for it... it's too late to turn back now. (Although my attachment to it is softening my heart...)Well, I guess... I'll still get my new phone and new line after all. (when I find the time, which will be soon. Can't stand the no reception!)My phone has served me quite well for the past 1 1/2 year. Goodbye. Rest well in your little box. You're remembered fondly. You'll be back in service if you stay in good condition and outlast my new phone. Till then...
Hand phones without reception are only good for telling the time. Oh, and for reminders too.
My handphone that doesn't live to its full potential
After dropping my phone for the three hundred and sixty-fifth time, it gave up on me. The reception is nil anywhere and everywhere. Sporadically, I'll have a few seconds of reception. Not long enough to send smses or receive calls though. There'll be reception within the first 10 minutes of switching on the phone. Beyond that, I'm subjected to the whims and fancies of the complicated micro-chips and complex electronic components that receive signals from the beyond. I feel like giving up on my phone. I want a new phone! Found new lobangs! Got parental approval! But, my phone seemed to realise that its end is near and reception comes on more regularly. But not regularly enough. A phone is meant for communication at my whims and fancies, NOT the other way round! And it's suppose to do more than tell me that I'm late for work.(hey, I'm getting rid of this habit!) My phone has lost its sense of purpose and is not living to its fullest potential. Judgement day has come for it... it's too late to turn back now. (Although my attachment to it is softening my heart...)Well, I guess... I'll still get my new phone and new line after all. (when I find the time, which will be soon. Can't stand the no reception!)My phone has served me quite well for the past 1 1/2 year. Goodbye. Rest well in your little box. You're remembered fondly. You'll be back in service if you stay in good condition and outlast my new phone. Till then...
Thursday, July 01, 2004
Quote of the day:
Fellowship is not what we do or when we gather but it is what we share in common that makes what we do or when we gather significant.
The cockroach, The Kindred Spirit aboard MRT and me.
Big Cockroach, Small Cockroach, All Cockroaches = all the same to me = AhhhHHhHHHHH!!!
I was sitting quietly at the corner seat of the MRT when I saw the dreaded Roach! It was... small... but Big Cockroach, Small Cockroach, All Cockroaches = all the same to me = AhhhHHhHHHHH!!! Nevertheless, I kept my calm and moved to the edge of my seat. Well, I was also casting side glances to make sure that the Roach wasn't coming anywhere nearer. In fact, it should not be there.
Just then, a hand armed with a tissue paper stretched over and took a determined shot at the Roach. It missed. I turned to see a short-haired auntie clad in purple with a somewhat puzzled expression.
" Zua2 bu4 dao4 (Can't catch it)," she said apologetically.
Then, she took a second aim and with a forceful squash, the Roach disappeared under the tissue paper. GONE! I think. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a feeler-like thing disappearing into a gap near the top of the seat. Is it really gone? I started to itch. I think it's psychological. Imagine having the Roach creeping up on your back...
I hugged my bag and told myself that it's gone... and turned to give the auntie a weak, thankful smile.
Big Cockroach, Small Cockroach, All Cockroaches = all the same to me = AhhhHHhHHHHH!!! but I'm really thankful for all the aunties who are full of initiative and care.
Observation of the day(s)
The MRT courtesy campaign has encouraged some of the working professionals to give up their seats to the pregnant, the needy, the elderly and the young. But, the teenagers and the generally young people seem quite apathetic. Saw two girls who pretended not to see an old lady right in front of them by turning their heads at a synchronized wierd angle. How sad. But am I just apathetic as them? Hmm...
Fellowship is not what we do or when we gather but it is what we share in common that makes what we do or when we gather significant.
The cockroach, The Kindred Spirit aboard MRT and me.
Big Cockroach, Small Cockroach, All Cockroaches = all the same to me = AhhhHHhHHHHH!!!
I was sitting quietly at the corner seat of the MRT when I saw the dreaded Roach! It was... small... but Big Cockroach, Small Cockroach, All Cockroaches = all the same to me = AhhhHHhHHHHH!!! Nevertheless, I kept my calm and moved to the edge of my seat. Well, I was also casting side glances to make sure that the Roach wasn't coming anywhere nearer. In fact, it should not be there.
Just then, a hand armed with a tissue paper stretched over and took a determined shot at the Roach. It missed. I turned to see a short-haired auntie clad in purple with a somewhat puzzled expression.
" Zua2 bu4 dao4 (Can't catch it)," she said apologetically.
Then, she took a second aim and with a forceful squash, the Roach disappeared under the tissue paper. GONE! I think. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a feeler-like thing disappearing into a gap near the top of the seat. Is it really gone? I started to itch. I think it's psychological. Imagine having the Roach creeping up on your back...
I hugged my bag and told myself that it's gone... and turned to give the auntie a weak, thankful smile.
Big Cockroach, Small Cockroach, All Cockroaches = all the same to me = AhhhHHhHHHHH!!! but I'm really thankful for all the aunties who are full of initiative and care.
Observation of the day(s)
The MRT courtesy campaign has encouraged some of the working professionals to give up their seats to the pregnant, the needy, the elderly and the young. But, the teenagers and the generally young people seem quite apathetic. Saw two girls who pretended not to see an old lady right in front of them by turning their heads at a synchronized wierd angle. How sad. But am I just apathetic as them? Hmm...
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