Yesterday, on my way to the mrt. I was approached by a monk. The cynical side of me took over as i recalled all the articles of psuedo monks asking for alms in hawker centres. Was this monk one of them? preying on young naive girls like, ahem... moi?
This monk whipped out a golden shiny card. For a moment i thought it was a credit card and that he was going to ask for assitance to withdraw his lifesaving from his account to travel to the mountains of china to lead a life devoid of material wants or needs.
Turns out that golden card had an imprint of Buddha on it. The monk pushed the card to my hand and kept repeating "bao you ni chu lu ping an" Very loosely translated means...er..may your outing be safe(?) Hm,..somewhere along those lines. Outing refers to your departure from this earth.
With lightning quick reflexes which confirmed my suspicions that he received shaolin martial arts trainings, the monk whipped out a black executive-like file. With a diplomatic smile on his face, he asked for my signature.
Realizing that perhaps that was the file that contained the names of those he saved, i immediately started shaking my head and repeating "bu yao,bu yao"(means dun want,dun want) and fled down the escalator.
I duno what made me act like a girl with the combined IQ of ten retarded chimapzees. Pehaps it was the signature thing, making everything so official. Like once i die i'll be refered to the Buddhist office of afterlife under the department "Saved at the mrt"
Made it safely to PS to meet jo and watched "Running on karma". For those ignorant ones, its the movie which features Andy Lau in a larger-than-life muscle suit. And yes, its about monks.
Without a doubt the movie would leave you with many un-answered questions and set your pondering not only on life and its relation to karma but also how amazing it is for directors to squeeze in so many genres into a single movie. Comedy?Romance?horror? its got it all. Prefect for those budget movie goers. 3-in-1 movie! Making it a B-grade movie no less.
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I duno when did it start.
But somewhere somehow when i wasnt paying attention, my attitude took an extreme makeover...hm,make tt extreme runover.
Previously my attitude was like a basket full of rotten apples,now its like TWO baskets of rotten apples.
My life got cold
It happened many years ago
When summer slipped away
So chill now oh
We've got many years to go
So take it day by day
When did i stop caring? When did i become so bo-chap?
Rina commented that i had violent mood swings.
Joel remarked that ive changed.
The monk probably saw my bad karma and my impending doom and had to preach to me.
hmmm, thinking about it I was probably a retarded chimpazee feeding on a basket of rotten apples in my past life.
repent i did not. *sigh. After going thru countless school holidays did i not learn to finish my hmwrk on the very 1st day so as to ensure a guilt-free holiday w/o the nagging feeling that you've got a mountain of hmwork awaiting you once you come home?
Dad: Finished your homework?
me: mmmhmpf
the feeling i get when my dad questions me about my situation in the department of schoolwork is totally undescrible. My throat goes dry, my eyebrows automatically cross and my overflowing vocabulary of words is reduced to a single undecipherable syllable "mmmmhmpf."
Sometimes, my dad will be satisfed with the magical mmmhmpf and leave me alone. But sometimes, he'll press on and ask for specific numbers in the dreaded department of marks. And at that point of time, guilt engulfs me and im thrown into an abyss of shame....
and that lasts for about 5mins. The hp beeps, the commercial ends, the sudden urge to pee (? perhaps its linked to my past), the chocolate in the fridge seems to be calling to me, the "i must have tt" thots abt tt quiksilver bag.
Sigh...the distractions of a teenager.
On to more pressing news, joel just annouced his new found side of himself. no need to break it to me, jo! ive been watching you...
Ive seen how ur eyes light up when a certain mr bloom is mentioned, how you've exclaimed time and time again "oh shit, orlando bloom is so cool"
But what gave you away was how you made me turn my head 180degrees just to look at the revolving poster of mr bloom along the orchard underpass cuz you wldnt let me answer your question without getting a look at your posterboy in fear that i might shortchange him in the department of compliments.
Well jo...where do we go from here.where do we go...
