Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Taking A Walk Down Memory Lane...
I went to the area around my previous home just now. I was trying to get a phone without camera. Why? Because some army motherfuckers decided to be funny and used their camera phones to film themselves doing stupid things, in uniform! They then posted the videos on Youtube. And now all camera phones are banned in all camps. That's the order from the Chief of Army, and it takes effect this Friday. I'm going to become a civilian in a little more than a month, but I can't work without a phone, so I was forced to get a phone without camera.
I got a fucking Nokia 3310, and a used one too. Somehow I've get this feeling that the phone has been used to crack crab shells, and skulls during gang fights. That has always been my perception of this phone. Damn. And it cost me $40.
Anyway, it was a nice trip back to where I grew up. I saw many things, many people, many places. I went to the marketplace. It had been renovated. I went to the porridge stall that I have been visiting since I was a little kid. I ordered a bowl of porridge and the stall owner muttered something.
"Zong Hao?" he mumbled, obviously trying to avoid the embarrassment he may suffer if I'm not the one he mentions.
"Huh?" I couldn't hear him properly.
He looked up, and after taking a closer look at me, asked, "You are Zong Hao, right?"
"Yeah, I am. I moved but I am here to buy something so I came to eat your porridge."
He smiled. The kinda warm, friendly smile I'm so used to seeing for the first 17 years of my life. I took the bowl, sat down on an unfamiliar seat, eating the porridge I was so familiar of. He remembered me. Despite the fact that he haven't seen me in years. I was so touched.
I took my time walking around. I went to where the POSB bank used to be, only to find it gone, replaced by the People's Hall.
I went to the western food stall I used to frequent. The couple who opened the stall still remembers me. We chatted. They asked about me, my army life, my parents, everything. They showed concern. I was very touched. Really, that's something I don't find here at my new place.
They directed me to the other POSB ATM in the area. I walked there, passing by many shops that I used to linger around. The bookshop that I used to buy comics from, the shop that sells games and car parts, the 7-11 that I used to by cold drinks from everyday. I reached the ATM but it had broken down.
I remembered that there's an ATM right below the block I used to live. I decided to make my way there. I took a slow stroll there, passing my the SPC petrol kiosk that used to be a BP petrol kiosk. The kiosk RZ used to work in. I passed by the provision shops near my former house. All the shop owners are the same. None of them recognised me, but I remember them, all of them. The scene of myself buying candy from them when I was a kid appeared in my mind. It was like yesterday. I couldn't help but bought myself a candy bar.
I went to the ATM, got my money and took the same route back. The scene was so heart-warming. The old shop owners carrying their grandchildren, recieving money from the customers, chatting out loud. It's all so familiar, yet so surreal. I couldn't believe that I was really there. Those are things I took for granted for 17 years and missed out for 3 years.
I went to my old block to take a look. I saw this neighbour of mine opening the mailbox, but he didn't recognise me. He grew old, more white hair, but still looked the same. I walked to the lift lobby. The exterior of the lift has been renovated, but the inside of the lift is still the same. The lift still stops at the 1st, 6th and 11th storeys, still has the musty smell, still has the familiar blue paint intact.
I passed by the playground I grew up playing. All the sand has been removed. All the granite slides have been changed to plastic ones. I walked passed the block opposite the one I used to live in, the block I saw them build from scratch. Sure brings back memories...
I climbed the overhead bridge to get to a bus stop. I used to climb this overhead bridge everyday to get to school. I got to the bus stop, the bus stop I waited for a girl just to go to school with her. It's only that one time but I still remember.
My bus came. I boarded it and secretly said goodbye to the place where my childhood memories are created and kept.
End...
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9:17 PM
Sunday, September 24, 2006
To X...
I just wanna address this note to X. X is a representation of everyone around me, including myself.
I had problems with people due to my fucked-up attitude in the past, lost some good friends, grew distant from some, but some people also did things to me that are rather unfair to me too. That's why this note is for everyone around me.
It takes 2 hands to clap. It must be a 2-way thing if the people around me, who I offended or offended me, are to reconcile. It's also faults by both parties (the people and me) that caused rifts in the first place. That's why I included myself as X.
A simple note that I hope the people around me can take a look and think about.
To X,
What happened to us?
End...
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10:17 AM
About Love...
People nowadays are so fascinated by the idea of love. They just wanna plunge into the sea of love only to find themselves struggling in a swamp of despair.
I don't know what's up but it seems the case, especially more for gals. They don't make wise enough decisions, thinking everyone that comes by is 'The One'. That's why you hear some gals having over 10 or even over 20 ex-boyfriends. What the fuck are they thinking?
No doubt the feeling of love and the memories it brings or create are really heart-warming but dating every person their eyes lay on isn't the way to do things. Some even go lesbian/gay to find love and avoid the hurt. That is definitely not the way to solve this. It's all in the attitude. I've got a feeling that they just wanna re-create the feeling of love and not really committed to any guy, that's why they get into a relationship very easily and end up just as easily.
Seriously, I see a few people around me in this kinda trouble. It's not really my problem but the stupid things they do and say before and after a failed relationship sometimes just makes me so damn fed up with them.
End...
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10:09 AM
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Zouk...
I just came back from Zouk. That was my first time there but really, I prefer MOS much more.
We hit Phuture first, but we were quite early so there weren't anyone dancing just yet. We went to Zouk next, and it was the same. We ended up having prata somewhere near.
We went back in and the different areas were starting to warm up. Phuture had a few people down on the dance floor already. Suffian suggested we go for the Mambo thing first. We went in and, I tell you, it was the worst thing I've ever experienced. The music was bad, old and rather retro. The crowd? Rather old too. And what's worse? The whole crowd's like a cult group, doing all the silly dance moves simultaneously on the floor and on the fucking platform. What the fuck? And the guys performing those moves on the platform are fucking gay-like.
I couldn't take it and went to Phuture to dance. The place was packed to the max by then. I had to squeeze myself to the centre of the dance floor. It was worse than MOS on a weekend night. Fucking shit. I felt worse than a sardine but I still danced there until I left. Wee Hung danced with a rather plump girl. I saw Weiting. Nothing much. The music at Phuture was rather good, but I don't think I'll wanna go there again. I'll stick to MOS.
I'm intoxicated right now. I'm going to take a shower, sleep for a few hours and hit camp for lessosn. I still have some documents to edit tomorrow. I wonder if I can keep myself awake.
End...
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3:43 AM
Monday, September 18, 2006
I Just Knew...
I knew, just recently, that having sex in a public toilet is not against the law. If you become a nuisance and if the police are called in, the most they will do is to ask you to move to a more discreet location, similar to when you get caught having sex in a car. They will not arrest you. I read that in the papers a few days ago. I never knew that. I've always thought that it's against the law. That will mean that I have 1 item less in the list "The times I broke the law".
End...
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6:38 PM
Is It Me...? Or Is It...
I went to Pulau Tekong this morning. Cost me thirty fucking bucks to get there. I thought I will not have to step onto that dreaded island after I left SISPEC for OCS but I was wrong, dead wrong. Not only had I gone onto that island today, I may very likely go to that island several times in the future when I ORD and become an NSman. Never mind...
Anyway, I went to Fish & Co. to have lunch with a few of my colleagues that I do not know very well. The fish & chips is really good. Took a long train ride from Tampines back home. On the way home, I can't help but wonder about what someone once told me.
Someone once told me that the girls living on the eastern side of this island are better looking than those living in the west. I took a look around and truely, like what that person said, they really are better looking, at least that's what I thought. I started wondering if it's because I'm paranoid, that the grass on the other pastures are always greener, or because the western side is radioactive, or this is due to the different magnetic forces at different parts of the island, or it's just an undeniable fact that the girls in the east are just better looking. I can't seem to come to a conclusion, and just when I was about to dismiss this as a myth, this female creature boarded the train at Clementi. From the looks of things, she probably walked out of www.iamfugly.com. Freaky! That totally shook my resolution to dismiss that theory. Damn, I'm confused.
I need some inputs from you guys. Tell me if this is true. Tell me what you think and what you see.
End...
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5:45 PM
Saturday, September 02, 2006
10 Ways To Save Water...
I was showering just now when this thought struck me. There I was, using quite a large amount of water to shower, but the water could be used by some skeleton-looking African kid with a bloated stomach and Afro hairstyle to survive for a week or even a month. I realise the horrible deed I was committing but I continued anyway. However, out of sympathy for that kid with the Afro hairdo, I decided to come up with ways to save water, to educate the majority so that we can save someone else's life (or swimming pool).
Do not go outdoors, speak, or exercise.
You won't drink if you don't feel thirsty...
Don't bother washing the vegetables.
The fire will kill those germs anyway...
Flush the toilet once a week.
Or once a month, whichever makes you happy...
Drink beer.
That will leave more water for other purposes, and make you very happy at the same time...
Shower with a friend.
Will save water and make you happy, depending on the friend you choose...
Eat lots of fish.
Those bastards are drinking up our water!
Go outdoors naked when it's pouring.
You can clean yourself and save even more water than showering with a friend...
Go to the pool everyday.
Then you don't have to shower... Or flush...
French kiss often.
The saliva will quench your thirst...
Lick your own perspiration.
You get an instant drink and you can get back the salt you lost...
Those are ways to save water. Let's hope people practise them and make this world a better place.
End...
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3:16 PM
