Location:Edinburgh Rd,Singapore,Singapore
Thursday, January 27, 2011
One week more
It's approximately one week to CNY. Today my flu seems to have cleared quite a fair bit. So does the sky. I'm hoping both stays this way. Most of the people I know will be leaving by tomorrow. Me, I have to wait till next Tuesday evening. Something I have given up for a longer post break. The mood is slowly creeping in. I've changed my phone's wallpaper to be in the season. I guess that helps.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Dreams dreams and more dreams
I woke this morning feeling somewhat refreshed. Perhaps it's the flu med that I took last nite. Though right now I'm still suffering a little from the headache that I got after the evening nap. Occasionally the left side of my forehead will still pulsate a small wave of pain which passes off pretty quickly.
It's almost a week to CNY. I'm just hoping the past 3 weeks of occasional staying past 8, 9, 10pm would help ease the workload a lil with my 2 weeks absence.
Today I got out from the house at 8am. Something which I haven't been able to do for some time now. I got my 4 slices of gardenia with planta which I plan to eat with a cup of old town that I bought just last week. Hoping my attempt to a healthier life would last more than just one day.
Edit: and I forgot to mention the dreams...yes, the dreams that never seem to cease. Almost everytime I fall asleep. I woke up remembering some of it and most of it being random. Some people say they sleep without a dream and they can go on for years. Could it be my mind's too engaged with all sorts of things? The game that I play, the people and happenings around me, the work? In my current mental state I'd deny everything. At least I don't think anything would have bothered me much. Or perhaps I should seek professional help.
- Posted from my iPhone
Location:Jalan Tanjong,,Singapore
Sunday, January 16, 2011
A girl call Indian
I just had the most strangest dream ever. A dream which seems so real, i'm almost certain i never had before.
I met this girl while running back to the beach, there was some sort of a big wave coming and everyone was running back from the sea. That's how we met, she was running beside me or had someone pulling her while she stood in a box (yah this part is rather weird).
When we reached the shore, our eyes met, we smiled and for some reason we began talking. And almost immediately I felt some kind of chemistry. We walked back to the locker place to get our bags, hers was about 2-3 lockers away from mine but shockingly we found most of our items and bags gone. The locker thief left my white long sleeve shirt and a few items in the locker but my bag, my wallet are gone. Speaking to the security guard at the counter, which ironically was just beside the locker stretch, we were informed that they know who the thief is. It happens all the time and the same person will come stealing everybody's stuff from the locker but the security guard told us not to worry and they can almost gurantee our stuff back. The next moment, when we looked back our bags have magically appear in the locker, beside the lockers stood another security guy who was talking about chasing the thief and bringing all the stuff back and putting it back into our lockers. Surprised, yet relief we checked our belongings to make sure there is no missing piece. While i began to pack my things, i realize i have alot of mochi in my bags...boxes and boxex of them. I couldn't recall how i got them, i must have bought them during my office charity sale event earlier that day i thought. Mochi of different colors, green, red, white etc. Though i kinda like mochi but this is rather extreme. I offered her some but she declined saying she dont fancy them somewhat. I felt a small jab, a first incompatibility. But nevertheless not a big issue.
I dont remember what happen after, the next thing i recall is we are at some office place...her work. Coincidentally my office is nearby (and this is not where i am working now!), i have no idea where is that place but i am 'suppose' to work there. I went over to her place and she said we should try meet again (ok, so this is still the first time we met...but it doesnt seem to connect to the earlier part...but hey...u can't try to logic a dream). We wanted to exchange our name cards but as i was digging my bag, she walked back to her office...it was an open space one at the ground floor and you can see it from the opposite. When i walked over she was just done talking to her colleague and I told her i had to go, its getting late. So she gave me her namecard and ask me to call her sometime. Before i had the chance to look at the namecard, i saw her cubicle label, "Indian". When i looked up at her, she said her name is Indian. And no, she is not indian but her ex was. And she laughed saying it was a joke. I find it rather refreshing. How often do you hear a name like that. She asked me how i'd like to be called. I told her to call me Jo. Short for Joseph. Her male colleague walked over when he heard my introduction and began talking to us. After a short conversation, he seem to mumble something dry and walked over into the main road direction. As if possessed. I flashed her a weird look and she told me not to worry, it happens to the guy all the time. She told me next, she would drive home shortly. I looked at her again, she is fair, rather short hair and have a faint make up on her. A rather greenish eye liner. I told her I'd take a cab. As i walk to the main road trying to grab a cab, it felt like 2am at that time but surprisingly there are still quite a number of vehicles on the street. She walked on with me. Asking if it is ok or possible that i could get a cab. I told her at that hour, it shouldn't be too difficult. I should be able to get one when we reach the main road. I do that all the time. When i said that it all just seems so natural, like as if i really did it all the time despite the fact that i never even been there before... but of course, i didnt come to the conclusion until i wake up. When we reach the intersection, I woke up. For no reason, i just woke up and almost immediately, i realize everything was just a dream. This girl never existed in my life. It was all just a dream. Disappointment. I sighed and looked at the clock beside me, its almost 1040am. I have had a late nite, going to bed at 5. I counted, I have only slept for 5 hours. Silently cursing thinking why i would wake up only after 5 hours of sleep and i'm gonna feel like crap the whole day. Now, as i'm typing these lines for so long...i realized, we have 12 hours. But as i count again, what does that even mean. I still have slept for only 5 hours. Damnn...i must have not been fully awake yet. I am just trying to write all these things down while i still remember. Perhaps someday i might actually met someone call Indian and that she is someone exactly like how i dreamt her to be. I can only wish. I'd best try to get a few more wink, perhaps the dream will continue...
I met this girl while running back to the beach, there was some sort of a big wave coming and everyone was running back from the sea. That's how we met, she was running beside me or had someone pulling her while she stood in a box (yah this part is rather weird).
When we reached the shore, our eyes met, we smiled and for some reason we began talking. And almost immediately I felt some kind of chemistry. We walked back to the locker place to get our bags, hers was about 2-3 lockers away from mine but shockingly we found most of our items and bags gone. The locker thief left my white long sleeve shirt and a few items in the locker but my bag, my wallet are gone. Speaking to the security guard at the counter, which ironically was just beside the locker stretch, we were informed that they know who the thief is. It happens all the time and the same person will come stealing everybody's stuff from the locker but the security guard told us not to worry and they can almost gurantee our stuff back. The next moment, when we looked back our bags have magically appear in the locker, beside the lockers stood another security guy who was talking about chasing the thief and bringing all the stuff back and putting it back into our lockers. Surprised, yet relief we checked our belongings to make sure there is no missing piece. While i began to pack my things, i realize i have alot of mochi in my bags...boxes and boxex of them. I couldn't recall how i got them, i must have bought them during my office charity sale event earlier that day i thought. Mochi of different colors, green, red, white etc. Though i kinda like mochi but this is rather extreme. I offered her some but she declined saying she dont fancy them somewhat. I felt a small jab, a first incompatibility. But nevertheless not a big issue.
I dont remember what happen after, the next thing i recall is we are at some office place...her work. Coincidentally my office is nearby (and this is not where i am working now!), i have no idea where is that place but i am 'suppose' to work there. I went over to her place and she said we should try meet again (ok, so this is still the first time we met...but it doesnt seem to connect to the earlier part...but hey...u can't try to logic a dream). We wanted to exchange our name cards but as i was digging my bag, she walked back to her office...it was an open space one at the ground floor and you can see it from the opposite. When i walked over she was just done talking to her colleague and I told her i had to go, its getting late. So she gave me her namecard and ask me to call her sometime. Before i had the chance to look at the namecard, i saw her cubicle label, "Indian". When i looked up at her, she said her name is Indian. And no, she is not indian but her ex was. And she laughed saying it was a joke. I find it rather refreshing. How often do you hear a name like that. She asked me how i'd like to be called. I told her to call me Jo. Short for Joseph. Her male colleague walked over when he heard my introduction and began talking to us. After a short conversation, he seem to mumble something dry and walked over into the main road direction. As if possessed. I flashed her a weird look and she told me not to worry, it happens to the guy all the time. She told me next, she would drive home shortly. I looked at her again, she is fair, rather short hair and have a faint make up on her. A rather greenish eye liner. I told her I'd take a cab. As i walk to the main road trying to grab a cab, it felt like 2am at that time but surprisingly there are still quite a number of vehicles on the street. She walked on with me. Asking if it is ok or possible that i could get a cab. I told her at that hour, it shouldn't be too difficult. I should be able to get one when we reach the main road. I do that all the time. When i said that it all just seems so natural, like as if i really did it all the time despite the fact that i never even been there before... but of course, i didnt come to the conclusion until i wake up. When we reach the intersection, I woke up. For no reason, i just woke up and almost immediately, i realize everything was just a dream. This girl never existed in my life. It was all just a dream. Disappointment. I sighed and looked at the clock beside me, its almost 1040am. I have had a late nite, going to bed at 5. I counted, I have only slept for 5 hours. Silently cursing thinking why i would wake up only after 5 hours of sleep and i'm gonna feel like crap the whole day. Now, as i'm typing these lines for so long...i realized, we have 12 hours. But as i count again, what does that even mean. I still have slept for only 5 hours. Damnn...i must have not been fully awake yet. I am just trying to write all these things down while i still remember. Perhaps someday i might actually met someone call Indian and that she is someone exactly like how i dreamt her to be. I can only wish. I'd best try to get a few more wink, perhaps the dream will continue...
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Océans
Ce soir, j'ai regarder une film titre Océans à l'alliance francaise.
Il est une documentaire en francais. Il est tres interessant et bon.
Je ne vas pas la class ce soir. Je suis très fatigué.
http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1957939,00.html
Il est une documentaire en francais. Il est tres interessant et bon.
Je ne vas pas la class ce soir. Je suis très fatigué.
http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1957939,00.html
Monday, January 10, 2011
One rainy night
It's almost 930pm, a rainy Monday night. I am still on my way back. It's been a week...I'm feeling rather lethargic but good at the same time. Close to 10 months in the company, I hardly have to work past 8. It's like I'm finally showing them I'm worth my slack. Rather silly, but I guess that's why I feel good.
Two weeks ago, on a rather good weathered evening. I went cycling. It was a really breezy day, the sun's rays were weak and clouds were thick. I had the most quiet and peaceful time i've had in a while.
Two weeks ago, on a rather good weathered evening. I went cycling. It was a really breezy day, the sun's rays were weak and clouds were thick. I had the most quiet and peaceful time i've had in a while.
Friday, January 07, 2011
An app-y new year
Wheeee. Been wanting to get an app that could let me write as and when and even where. Found this this today and I think most likely I would be able to post more often than ever.
Its been my 2nd or 3rd quietly celebrated year now. I gotta admit I'm feeling old from within...ditching party nites for much more quiet coffee/beer sessions with closer friends. The feeling was a lot more lighter. And I like it this way.
With the Xmas and new year day gone. Comes another cycle of the Chinese new year. I've grown a lil weary with all these hooo hah times. Overly crowded streets. Never-ending visits of friends and relatives. Sometimes I just wish I could hide in my lil room a while longer...
- Posted from my iPhone
Its been my 2nd or 3rd quietly celebrated year now. I gotta admit I'm feeling old from within...ditching party nites for much more quiet coffee/beer sessions with closer friends. The feeling was a lot more lighter. And I like it this way.
With the Xmas and new year day gone. Comes another cycle of the Chinese new year. I've grown a lil weary with all these hooo hah times. Overly crowded streets. Never-ending visits of friends and relatives. Sometimes I just wish I could hide in my lil room a while longer...
- Posted from my iPhone
Location:Harbour Front Walk,,Singapore
Monday, November 01, 2010
An untold story
Past two weeks, i finally had some time to fulfill a promised made to myself a while back. This round i did not go anywhere. Waking up every morning at 630am, went for a brisk walk with both my parents. Came back an hour later and we had breakfast together. We would talk about all the stuff in life...about our views on things happening around us; watching tv together. When i got tired, i would sneak up to my room and take a short nap. Waking up to lunch or sometimes tea. Life for the past two weeks have been a life which i have not lived for a long while. It felt really good.
Grandma came to stay with us for a few days, in those few days...i spent alot of time with her. She would sometimes fall asleep in the chair while watching tv in our living room. The weather was cooling for those few days she was with us. Before i went home this round, i bought some paper facial masks from Face Shop, wanting to try them on my grandma...my colleagues laughed and teased saying i'm using her as my 'lab rat', i was just thinking it would be cool to let her try it for once. On a quiet afternoon when everyone else was out, my grandma sat in the living room watching her afternoon drama, i managed to persuade her to try on one. She has never done this in her entire life, and was reluctant intially, but gave in to my persuasion eventually. 20mins later, she looked into her mirror...gently patted her face few times, she asked me how much was the mask :) it seems better than her face cream she said. She wanted me to get her a few more packs when i get back next. I can't help but laugh. I took a picture of her sitting at the chair with the mask on. Showing it quietly behind her back to the rest of my aunts/uncles/parents, they were surprised i managed to convinced her into putting that on.
Aunt came over and fetched us out for breakfast almost every morning. Everyday we will try different places and sometimes we would go for a walk at a nearby mall only coming back in the noon, I've never felt so at home for such a long time.
One morning when we were having breakfast together...grandma suddenly mentioned about her past...she said her sister once asked her when they first came to the city, if they were 'sua-ku' and couldn't catch up with the town-culture; married to my grand uncle and my grandfather; they were from a poor fishing village about an hour drive from the town my grandfather lives, and so happens that my grandfather and my grand uncle were cousins. So both the sisters married into the same family. Life was tough for her back then, having born into a family of 6, being the third daughter she never had a chance to study. She never met my grandfather before the wedding, just like most couples were back then. My grandfather was considered quite well to do back then, having his own sundries shop...business was pretty good. And when my grandma married into the family, she of course would have to help out around the shop...as well as taking care of my great grandmother. My grandma said life begins very early but she was used to the hours having grown up in a fishing village where most people will have to be at sea way before dawn. Back home, she would carry a bucket and a small shovel...and she would follow people to the beach and start digging for shellfish or clams. When she got married and moved to the town, life is alot different. Even the clothes the town people wear are so much different compared to hers. Having no close relatives nearby(my grand aunt stays some distance away), all she has was an unfamiliar guy she has to call husband. These stories she has told me plenty of times, but one thing she never mentioned until that morning...whenever my grandfather wasn't in a good mood or feeling agitated...he would tell my grandma '620 ringgit, we bought you back to do work!'. When she told me this that morning, i can see tears welling up in her eyes. I can almost felt her ache. I never would have thought my grandfather would say such thing...but i guess i will never understand how life and how people view lives back then. Even so, they have been married for 50 over years. When my grandfather died 7 years ago, she still pretended to be strong and tried so hard not to cry in front of us. Whether there have been any love or not, when you've spent so much of your lifetime together, no matter how much the pain has wrought your heart, how little the joy it has been...it will always be a memory that will never been taken away till you hit the grave.
Two weeks went by in a glimpse, I'm already back to my own life. But i will return again, very soon...i want to hear all of the other untold stories.
Grandma came to stay with us for a few days, in those few days...i spent alot of time with her. She would sometimes fall asleep in the chair while watching tv in our living room. The weather was cooling for those few days she was with us. Before i went home this round, i bought some paper facial masks from Face Shop, wanting to try them on my grandma...my colleagues laughed and teased saying i'm using her as my 'lab rat', i was just thinking it would be cool to let her try it for once. On a quiet afternoon when everyone else was out, my grandma sat in the living room watching her afternoon drama, i managed to persuade her to try on one. She has never done this in her entire life, and was reluctant intially, but gave in to my persuasion eventually. 20mins later, she looked into her mirror...gently patted her face few times, she asked me how much was the mask :) it seems better than her face cream she said. She wanted me to get her a few more packs when i get back next. I can't help but laugh. I took a picture of her sitting at the chair with the mask on. Showing it quietly behind her back to the rest of my aunts/uncles/parents, they were surprised i managed to convinced her into putting that on.
Aunt came over and fetched us out for breakfast almost every morning. Everyday we will try different places and sometimes we would go for a walk at a nearby mall only coming back in the noon, I've never felt so at home for such a long time.
One morning when we were having breakfast together...grandma suddenly mentioned about her past...she said her sister once asked her when they first came to the city, if they were 'sua-ku' and couldn't catch up with the town-culture; married to my grand uncle and my grandfather; they were from a poor fishing village about an hour drive from the town my grandfather lives, and so happens that my grandfather and my grand uncle were cousins. So both the sisters married into the same family. Life was tough for her back then, having born into a family of 6, being the third daughter she never had a chance to study. She never met my grandfather before the wedding, just like most couples were back then. My grandfather was considered quite well to do back then, having his own sundries shop...business was pretty good. And when my grandma married into the family, she of course would have to help out around the shop...as well as taking care of my great grandmother. My grandma said life begins very early but she was used to the hours having grown up in a fishing village where most people will have to be at sea way before dawn. Back home, she would carry a bucket and a small shovel...and she would follow people to the beach and start digging for shellfish or clams. When she got married and moved to the town, life is alot different. Even the clothes the town people wear are so much different compared to hers. Having no close relatives nearby(my grand aunt stays some distance away), all she has was an unfamiliar guy she has to call husband. These stories she has told me plenty of times, but one thing she never mentioned until that morning...whenever my grandfather wasn't in a good mood or feeling agitated...he would tell my grandma '620 ringgit, we bought you back to do work!'. When she told me this that morning, i can see tears welling up in her eyes. I can almost felt her ache. I never would have thought my grandfather would say such thing...but i guess i will never understand how life and how people view lives back then. Even so, they have been married for 50 over years. When my grandfather died 7 years ago, she still pretended to be strong and tried so hard not to cry in front of us. Whether there have been any love or not, when you've spent so much of your lifetime together, no matter how much the pain has wrought your heart, how little the joy it has been...it will always be a memory that will never been taken away till you hit the grave.
Two weeks went by in a glimpse, I'm already back to my own life. But i will return again, very soon...i want to hear all of the other untold stories.
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