Thursday, October 22, 2009
MRT and kids.
You know I always encounter funny stuff and its got to do with kids.
The time a baby was bawling its head off and the Mum was all embarrassed and exasperated. Then I was standing at the side beside the door. The baby pram was just in front of me.
So the baby knocked its blanket off and the Mum bent down to pick it up.
So the baby was mid-brawl was he looked up at me and caught me giving an amused half-smile.
The baby immediately, (it was like cut off hahaha) stopped crying. Then looked away half smiling and half shy cos I caught him crying hahaha.
Omg super cute.
Then the Mum whirled up again to find that her baby had miraculously stopped crying.
Lol.
Oh and P and I were reminiscing the time the choir grp went dinner and I had a paedophilic attack (rear attack right...) and was flirty-teasing acting-mummy-ish with a kid. He asked whose balloons and I had like 5 (lol! Vday from Brent! to class.Which I koped from the guys) so I gave one to him.
Then he was going off then I said,
"Hey boy!"
*turns back
"What must you say?" (Imagine that same tone Mum's use one kids)
Then he went, "Thankyou!"
Omg, totally made my day.
<3
Then the time when I was meeting Topless 5, w/o the Topless (Pamela) so it was just 5.
Then I rmb I had no time cos I was late (surprise, surprise) then they were all happily in SK alr.
So poor me, alice-abandoned, made my own way to Citylink's NYNY. (Yayy, usual meetup place.)
I decided to be good and bring my inorganic chem book which I (failed to) read in the mrt.
I was feeling all uncomfortable cos I couldn't stuff my booklet back in my bag, the tiny brown sling from Florence. And I was wearing my sis's yellow dress (I'm usually not bright, trust me) plus her gold sandals. And Mum's red knit throw thing. So I was itchy and late and my hair was sticking up and I was trying to study and Joanne called to complain (or laugh, or both).
Oh oh, to the point, so there was this rather cute guy in all black and cool hair at the side of the door and I stood in-front-beside him. Which is in front of the seat behind him. So there was this lil kid who was so pretty! And the guy so cute (but I digress) so I was distracted from studying. Anyway I've a thing for indian kids. No, girls. They've such hot eyes laa. She kept glaring at me though, so I didn't smile at her.
But the funny thing was this. The guy didn't stand like conventionally, butt-to-glass (sorry too crude) but was facing out. Like facing me. SO the kid started stroking the glass HAHAHA. Like his shorts or sth.Then when he looked at her with a stoned, okay-this-is-awkward face, she pouted and squeezed next to her Mum and glared at him. Lol!
Me, being uncontrolled sometimes, burst out laughing.
Then quickly fumbled and pulled out my phone and smsed Joyin, while sniggering behind my phone. Ohmygod. Lol
Then the guy turned around and started facing the other way. Then the lil girl started boxing the glass (the guy's butt) with both fists, and a furious expression on her face.
*more laughter
Oh man I shall never stand at the glass partition again. Lol
I always have such fun encounters,not like my cousin's -Lol, SF hope you're not reading this- who had a drunk and gross guy puke beside her. Eewwww. She wasn't v specific (who would?) but I gather she did not come off very happy. Nor clean. Hahaha.
Gosh this is evil. (Bad karma! Sorry, SF)
I was supposed to wake at 7.Woke at 9. I was dreaming about shopping in Korea! And consciously decided not to wake up. I already chose stuff! And the things were so nice I wanted to look around some more. I was busy calculating from the won to sgd. How weird my dream was. Black dress for Pam. Nice keychain and softtoy for Joyin. Then a pencil for Sohmin. And another for Minhui. I still rmb how they all looked like! I was deciding between an orange or purple for Cihui and decided on purple. Then I was at the quirky toys section buying for Castro and Henry. *9 o'clock alarm. I had to wake. I'm sorry guys, I didn't get round to paying so I don't have them with me! Urgh
I think I'm happiest at night.
Before I sleep.
When I hug all my pink pillows and there's my pink bedsheet.
Pretty painting of a house I love.
Warm and safe under the covers.
The soft blanket.
Up in my high bed I've only my mind to be afraid of.
The comfort in the darkness.
I've passed another day.
The grayish black sky, cloudless.
I'm warm and secure.
I look into the skies and live the life I want in my mind.
In my unconscious I am free.
Unbound.
I'm riding this chariot to heaven.
I'm safe in my mind.
I'm damn scared.
Don't blame me for being anti-social.
I don't know, I'm sorry if I made anyone sad okay.
It's just that "nobody considers me or what I want." And "doesn't anybody ever think that my heart has been broken a million times over?"
(I just realised I quoted this w/o ze book and its word for word.) (I realise there're lots of brackets)
"I knew I sounded like a spoiled brat but I couldn't help myself."
Never Say Goodbye, Janet Quin-Harkin
"I also felt I couldn't continue like that. From the outside, I probably seemed all right, like a robot that had been fairly well programmed to behave like a human being: I hadn't made a scene, I hadn't cried, I hadn't embarrassed anybody. From my point of view, from the inside, it was a different story.
Perhaps it was a sign of success to make it through the day and then to the end of the evening without cracking up, or screaming, or having a flaming row. But that wasn't what I wanted from my life, that horrible feeling of dissociation, of acting a part that didn't belong to me, of being a person I no longer knew."
What To Do When Someone Dies, Nicci FrenchLabels: guys, hate, kids love, mrt, sing
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