Sometimes i wish the amount of "shortness" in my life could affect how long i live too. (refer to previous entry)
Dying young might seem tragic or even wasteful but it does saves you from the arthritis, from alzheimer's disease,from the embarrassment of having a foreign maid young enough to be your granddaugther to see you in your sagging nakedness and having her to bathe you or help you to pee or piss.
And that's for those lucky ones who have filial children who employ maids to look after them.
What about those living alone? Go to the toilet on your own and because of a recent stroke, you cant use the right side properly, you slip and fall.
No one comes to help you. Your husband's gone before you, your best friend's locked up in an old folks' home, your children's working their ass off to the grave and your grandson is thinking of ways to score.
Well, dying young and commiting suicide is different. Commiting suicide to die young is silly. With my violent mood swings and extreme indeicisiveness, ill take forever just to place one foot over the ledge by which time i'll be haggard and old. No longer eligible for dying young.
Random: Promos coming. Sex and the city taking forever to download. must find time to read the guide . Passport's expired. Edwin yeo's article made me laff.dreamt i had the tinest tattoo on my right hip.
must re-paint toe nails. Promos coming.
Having too much time on your hands sometimes forces you to think about everything and well...nothing. A few things my brain has touched upon during its descent into the stagnant mode(aka after Common Test period, or after any other major exam for tt matter.)
the overwhelming "shortness" in my life.
I have a short attention span. Remarks like "Needs to focus more" & "Easily distracted" have graced my report cards for as long as i have been collecting report cards.
I'm short-sighted. Wahey, in a country where myopia affects 95% of students, how can they possibily leave me out right?
As a naive primary school student at plmgps, i remember vividly how much i wanted to be one of those "smart" kids in class.
Always scoring As in spelling and full marks in ting xie and mental sums (getting all those cute scratch and sniff "well-done" stickers was enuff to make me go green with envy).
One day, my jealousy took a constructive turn as i decided to study these "smarties". My keen observation skills told me that all "smarties" wore glasses and that gave me a glimmer of hope.
I was a girl on a mission, a mission to claim all the scratch n sniff stickers that were rightfully mine! *insert evil laughter*
I watched tv on the floor, developing some skills as time went by (like spotting wally in where's wally in nano-seconds,doubling as a human remote control and sometimes as a foot stool for my elder sis)
I wore my mum's glasses around the house.
I read books on my bed, and even in the dark (?)
My efforts didn't go to waste as before the year was out, i was rewarded with a pair of pink plastic spectacles : )
What about the scratch n sniff stickers? well....as humans, we must know our limitations...mental sums and spelling is just not my thing, know what im saying?
I suffer from short term memory. Made popular by Dory, im sure you know what it means.
"Huh?" is probably my most used singlish term followed by "walau-eh"
I'm pretty short-tempered. Little things can piss me off. Especially if it concerns a fat ah-lian. Cuz they rank high on my really "pissifying" things in Sg.
And the worse of the worse....I'm short in terms of height. 158 or 156 something like that.
With national day just afew days away....i feel less than patriotic.
In fact, i feel damn ungrateful.
Beginning to dislike Sg and all it stands for. but hey, at the end of the day I still wave that flag and belt out in songs where bengs,lians,uncles,aunties,snobs,geeks,partypple,rich bastards,slackers,muggers,the kiashu,the kiasi: ie, everyone knows the lyrics. Take ur pick, we.are.singapore, one.pple.one.nation.one.sg, this.is.home,wo de jia, i know them all. but whu doesn't yea?
*starts plucking petals off a daisy*
love Sg, love Sg not, love Sg, love Sg not......
sigh...its really a love-hate relationship i have with Sg...
But like any other relationship, it needs compromise from both parties.
So here's the deal, please revive bus 85 and i promise i'll sing the national athem out loud every morning at assembly and with vigor!
okay okay, what am i thinking....
I'll throw in the pledge as well. two for one. cmon...deal?
*holland V*! xiaoxin! haha he's just so cute. And seeing him with Jingjing just makes me grin like mad. they are so cute togther :) And seeing the cythia koh trying to squeeze her way inbetween the cutest couple on earth, just makes me want to reach my hands into the television and strangle that little neck of hers.whoops violence. hm pardon me. Oh and that dream of jingjing's...the wedding. so beautiful. hm true that what you dream wun happen in reality?
I did dream of getting married to jo..... : ( oh man!
hm...but he arrived in a lorry and i was wearing a long-slevee puffy lacy wedding cake...er, i mean dress. And if i remembered correctly, it was held at cjc haha
Got my results back. Definately nothing to gloat about, in fact, its packed with disappointments and made me panic for my not-too-distant-promos.
