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this was originally done when i was in jc1.. and i totally cannot remember/comprehend why/how i even managed to come up with that
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That constant pacing to and fro, that never–ending restlessness, that incessant tread of feet wearing the rough stones smooth and glossy—is it not a wonder how the dwellers in narrows ways can bear to hear it! Think of a sick man in such a place as Saint Martin’s Court, listening to the footsteps, and in the midst of pain and weariness obliged, despite himself (as though it were a task he must perform) to detect the child’s step from the man’s, the slipshod beggar from the booted exquisite, the lounging from the busy, the dull heel of the sauntering outcast from the quick tread of an expectant pleasure–seeker—think of the hum and noise always being present to his sense, and of the stream of life that will not stop, pouring on, on, on, through all his restless dreams, as if he were condemned to lie, dead but conscious, in a noisy churchyard, and had no hope of rest for centuries to come.
- ch1, The Old Curiousity Shop by Charles Dickens
Alas, I finally started some brain-resurrecting intellectual pursuit after close to half a year of a sapping and vague blur of idleness. I just started the book and the opening chapter already starts giving you thoughts and things to ponder about. Honestly i haven't read the synopsis yet so i have hardly a complete comprehension of what I pick up from the chim chim engrend right now. But that part about the walk and that immensurate description of environment, setting and all those other BS sure is some nice foddler to work with. Have you ever went for a stroll in the heartlands of toa payoh or bedok and completely opened yr eyes to what you see around you. well perhaps not. but i often see a large group of elderly people(not only ah peks looking for some ah*hem.) often mindlessly roaming about, be it on randomly placed benches or utilizing tables and chairs at hawker centres and food courts for immeasurable hours. its sad but sometimes i do feel a sense of pity and regret for them (not that they are a disadvantaged bunch) but i don't think thats what they honestly want to do when they grow old. collecting cardboard boxes or walking about in some random fashion downstairs in your washed out pyjamas, while their similarly aged foreign counterparts overseas are able to go on road trips, nature trails and even lay by at the waterfall for a simple picnic. its sad. i saw one such elderly man walking about the shops making random picks and observations about ANYTHING he saw. even women's clothes (which is urh. disturbing.) He stumbled across a closed Watson's store at 4.30pm in the afternoon (which is quite unusual for a weekend or even weekday) and hurridly/worridly/enthusiasticly unfolded and uncrumpled the messy makeshift sign on the closed shutters that read: Sorry for the blah blah blah...... 'Closed early for Watson's annual R&R today'. Not to look down on that man but urm i dont think he would have understood what that sign was saying but it's not the issue about the sign here, but about the sad state of affairs for people in their Golden Years we have in Singapore. Its like once you retire in Singapore, you are thrown away to a certain cesspool and its like as if life has nothing more for you there. but i don't blame them cos this country honestly doesnt have the natural atmosphere to even support all that. all we have is a lousy 'nature reserve' that is constantly shrinking or being obscurely spoilt by skyrocketing condominiums shooting up right beside it.
do you ever notice the inconsistency and sometimes random placement of events in life. okay now i'm really sprouting a whole load of garbage here. even when i was in srjc life there (as you expect, school life should be quite constant and sometimes monotonous) even got quite turbulent and winding sometimes. actually. all the time! i even remember the time when i was still pondering whether taking literature was a good idea back then. cos ironically i never liked lit in secondary school. but its funny how things always change and never remain the same forever you know. its true. I still remember reading Silas Marner in 2005 and relating to it so damn much. then i had a funny experience for a while. i went somewhere. i had my brain examined and i think they found nothing inside. then i went on to GE which not really related much to me but hey it sure was one damn hell nice book to read. heheh. then i got thrown into the darkest abyss of GREEN and came face to face with true evil and practically experienced the lowest strata and bedrock of Singapore life. like when you're hiding in the jungle and lying chest down in a watery muddy slump and having all funny crawlies biting and climbing onto your clothes and making friends with whiny buzzing mosquitoes "talking" to you at your ears and having a real nice time hiding in your helmet. you look at your watch, it's 2.16pm and you think of those bloody forieng talents and cursed $%^^#@ guai lo walking about in Shenton Way with their Blackberrys and all their superficial comforts of society.
and you just wish you could take your M16 and put it to automatic fire mode and shoot the living daylights out of these %$#^&&$ who steal :) and get away with almost anything. including ****ing NS. a few weeks of rollign about in the mud and a 16 and 24km route march later, i actually joined them at shenton way. for 2 days. which was enough to make me vow to avoid working at a desk bound job for my entire career. and they actually wanted to take me for another 2 days. hoho. and close to 7months later here I am again. this time with a nice charles dickens book which is honestly quite a nice read too :) it definately was one nauseating roller coaster ride to come here.
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sentiments....
BULLSH*T i say. nothing but big, effing ***$#%&&-ing piece of wholesome watery caked smelling :).
anyway i seriously find this damn amusing.
faeces caked round the toilet bowl
hahahahahaha i couldn't stop when i first read that!
okay now that we have gotten that over and done with lets remove that gruesome image from our mind. hahahah.
the ONE, TWO
if you watched this already you'll know exactly how and the miraculous job they did to totally lift off and mutilate that song. hahahaha. total brilliance.
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chinatown in the 1970s
see that funky shoebox bridge in the background? my parents used to go there all the time. I remember everyone walking across that bridge would make thump thump thud thud sounds with their shoes cos it was a completely wooden bridge. i was always afraid of walking that bridge too cos i always thought it was going to fall :P
sadly its no longer around today. i think by the time i went into primary 3 it was already gone.
"... with my life!"
its about time someone started making fun of that. huhuh :)
ever wonder why they're looking down?
jeh
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i think i must be one sadistic sad prick to always write gloom and doom here. but argh. anyway but my world really is that way everyday. i'm still sore abt getting posted out from my previous vocation. currently i'm in a new company but i'm having a temp attachment with another camp right now. and my job is to go walking around changi airport together with the blue policeman for 1month. i'm not worried abt that.. just worried about going back to the ceremonial company. its hard to describe it here cos things there are so damn screwed up. we've been there for close to 1mth already but we havent even started our 1st day of work. as in. REAL work. not shredding papers or moving cupboards. or doing stupid footdrills. anyway i was thinking about that during lunch a few days ago when the friendly cookhouse camp tapped me. okay not as in tapped my shoulder but she lifted her front paws on my lap as if to grab my attention. so cute. haha. and its a clean furry cat! its like as if it takes a bath everyday.
hmmm lets see a few of the things that the green organisation has taught me:
1. dont ask/enquire/hint anything to anyone above you about work.
2. i hate the colour green.
3. i dislike using the word 'civilian'.
4. i hate being called a 'soldier'.
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