CNY this time round is a period of great discovery, of relatives that have remained relatively elusive to me for the past decade or so. I am startled by the sheer numbers of primary associations that existed for me in this wonderful primate kingdom that I belong to.
Really, I knew that I was an uncle long before this, but an uncle to so many nieces and nephews, some even older than me? I would be much ashamed at collecting ang baos from them (but no doubt I will), if they ever get married before me. Now this is truthfully a very possible scenario, to which I bear certain feelings of ambivalence.
And I’ve not started on the cousins that existed without my permission or knowledge. There is a certain criminal property in either me not knowing their existence, or their very existence itself, and I am tempted to think in the manner of the latter, for I think myself faultlessly righteous most of the time. Nevertheless, I think it might be a good thing to rekindle whatever sparks possible between us, as seen from the many problems and dilemmas that Chris encountered on accounting for guests for his wedding dinner.
And oh , how I love the old aunts who brings up certain thought of familiarity that has dulled in me over the years. They marvel at my coming over for lunch, like I’ve not seen them for many many many years, which was quite to the letter of truth that way. They proposed monuments erected in memory of me if I had not had the time to come for this new year’s lunch. But what guffaws and blushes they break into, when I wheedled them with inaccurate wild guesses on their age, the guesses being conservatively discounted for the sake of Chinese New Year. Never failed to coax them into giving me attention generously. I am, after all, an Auntie-killer. ;)
Saw Yus on the bus while coming home and we had dinner and a casual walk-and-talk together. He’s going away for studies soon (15th) and he admits he’s rather a wussy where emotional farewells are concerned. I guess everyone’s a bit of that, but with enough farewells and heartbreaks, I’m sure our hearts will be callused enough to not beat so erratically. Always look to the future, and the past will not have a hold on you. Or so they say.
We had a meaningless seating at the MRT station, marveling at the different people living their different lives that moves parallel to ours: the disgruntled uncles/aunties grimacing and lamenting about a life meaningless spent on unrequited loved ones (children or spouse); the scantily clad ah lians looking for a future with their ah bengs on white horses; the seductively dressed women determined to make a killing out of (and of) their future husbands (synonymous with prey in this context); the intellectual-looking gentleman who has no idea of what’s going on in the minds of their Singaporean counterparts mentioned previously; the repulsive-looking Casanova-wannabes; the bespectacled girls who have long declared their contempt to the ideas of finding true love in this shallow society; old gits ogling at young girls who are trying to declare some fashion statements for the new year; normal-looking people living their normal lives with normally loved ones; and young loveless individuals seated at MRTs trying to get others’ perspectives of life itself, rather then spend time creating a new perspective out of their sorry lives.
Much ado about nothings.
A piano recital of Desperado mellowed me on my speakers tonight, and I ask myself the same question that I’ve asked myself for many moons, and will ask for many moons to come.
Friday, February 11, 2005
Ulysses
To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly be broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal.
Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers of love is hell.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly be broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal.
Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
The only place outside heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers of love is hell.
Edmund
Fear me. Fear me a lot.
I have come into possession of a great artifact, cursedly sworn upon by many to create massive destruction, its vileness matched only by a spontaneous rendition of La Vie En Rose by the Teletubbies (not one, but all of the teletubbies!)
I am talking about the book titled Black Adder: The Whole Damn Dynasty. It's literally dripping with sarcastic rebutts and abusive humour.
Challenge me, and face unparalleled witty repartee. I will make you wish you never existed.
Ok, I can't think of anythingcynical and deadly to rebuke you with now, but once I've mastered the mean language used by the great Edmund against Percy and his Whatshisname sidekick, I will make you wish you can crawl back into your mother's womb and turn back to the pre-lifeform substance that you once were.
Fear me.
I have come into possession of a great artifact, cursedly sworn upon by many to create massive destruction, its vileness matched only by a spontaneous rendition of La Vie En Rose by the Teletubbies (not one, but all of the teletubbies!)
I am talking about the book titled Black Adder: The Whole Damn Dynasty. It's literally dripping with sarcastic rebutts and abusive humour.
Challenge me, and face unparalleled witty repartee. I will make you wish you never existed.
Ok, I can't think of anythingcynical and deadly to rebuke you with now, but once I've mastered the mean language used by the great Edmund against Percy and his Whatshisname sidekick, I will make you wish you can crawl back into your mother's womb and turn back to the pre-lifeform substance that you once were.
Fear me.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
I play a game of Frogger
whenever I cross an overhead bridge.
It's a really fun game to play by yourself (when none of your friends are with you to think you insane), where you try to avoid any vehicles coming directly towards and below you.
It's really quite a challenge to escape unscathe on an expressway, really. I can only manage it during the wee hours of the night, or the early hours of the morning - when ants scurry in attempts to cross the great divide to see their relatives on the distant side of the continent.
It's a really fun game to play by yourself (when none of your friends are with you to think you insane), where you try to avoid any vehicles coming directly towards and below you.
It's really quite a challenge to escape unscathe on an expressway, really. I can only manage it during the wee hours of the night, or the early hours of the morning - when ants scurry in attempts to cross the great divide to see their relatives on the distant side of the continent.
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2 (non-wrapped) == Min 5 pcs
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6 50 30 24
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12 90 49 39
24 120 80 66
100 400 200 200
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We also have teddy bears and rocher bouquets for sale.
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Prices do not include delivery fees. Delivery within NUS is 5 dollars. Delivery outside NUS is on a case by case basis (around 15 dollars for each location, regardless of order size).
Collection centre is at NUS Central Library on Valentine’s day (14th FEB)
between 10am to2pm.
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Saturday, February 05, 2005
Table Tennis
It can hardly be pleasurable to play table tennis and badminton in a PGP hall where there's a non-cooperative air-conditioning system in charge of maintaining comfort levels. But that's what we did, and our abiddance in fellowship-mannered suffering did us good to enjoy ourselves not a bit less, but rather more. I'm much obliged and charmed.
Eu plays a mean hand at table tennis, what with all his strategic ball landings which kept me rather occupied and annoyed. But it's all in a good way, for he's a worthy challenge. I have yet to learn how to do a smashing good smash. But once I do, you (Eu) better watch out. =P
I was almost sure that my order for dinner bore a striking resemblance (where naming conventions and my personal understanding [which did not do me very much good] goes) to something I've been yearning for since leaving Taiwan many moons ago, but was refuted the chance to be gleeful. It turned out quite different from my idealistic pining, and I figured out that it's really never possible for me to get back the same feelings of that distinctive Taiwanese dish, unless I am back in Taiwan eating at that same stall, that same dish, from the old familiar chipped blue porcelain bowl. And even if that's the case, my expectations may prove us an unworthy combination already, and pleasure will evade us still. I am now in the opinion of leaving it as the beautiful memory it is now, instead of spoiling it with attempts to savour those moments again.
I slurp already.
And this is all on top of a gradually clearing up view of great trouble ahead. Oh bother.
Eu plays a mean hand at table tennis, what with all his strategic ball landings which kept me rather occupied and annoyed. But it's all in a good way, for he's a worthy challenge. I have yet to learn how to do a smashing good smash. But once I do, you (Eu) better watch out. =P
I was almost sure that my order for dinner bore a striking resemblance (where naming conventions and my personal understanding [which did not do me very much good] goes) to something I've been yearning for since leaving Taiwan many moons ago, but was refuted the chance to be gleeful. It turned out quite different from my idealistic pining, and I figured out that it's really never possible for me to get back the same feelings of that distinctive Taiwanese dish, unless I am back in Taiwan eating at that same stall, that same dish, from the old familiar chipped blue porcelain bowl. And even if that's the case, my expectations may prove us an unworthy combination already, and pleasure will evade us still. I am now in the opinion of leaving it as the beautiful memory it is now, instead of spoiling it with attempts to savour those moments again.
I slurp already.
And this is all on top of a gradually clearing up view of great trouble ahead. Oh bother.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Bz bz bz
Time flies when you are busy doing something interesting in your life, and suddenly it seems to me that I am slacking a lot (and I don't wanna comment on the extent) in my studies, but I am not caring as much as I would prefer myself to be.
It's almost possessive, this feeling, this exhilaration, these thoughts. It's not something big, but at least it's my first baby.
There are fears, lots of them, as the big day approaches. And lots of misses that I don't want to think about. But I do hope everything works out well.
It's almost possessive, this feeling, this exhilaration, these thoughts. It's not something big, but at least it's my first baby.
There are fears, lots of them, as the big day approaches. And lots of misses that I don't want to think about. But I do hope everything works out well.
Lone rose in my hand
I hold a lone rose in my hand, do you not see?
It's for you,
my Love, my precious -
my precious Love
I walk a lonely path with a rose in my hand, do you not see, my Love?
Its gradual bloom, scent romancing;
colour so radiant, petals tender -
a morning's sunday with you in my arms
May its fragrance not faint, its red not fade -
t'is all I have of you on this january night,
this familiar trodden path which leads no longer where
I hold this lone rose in my hand,
a rose I no longer see,
I long forgot,
yet still exists to tell -
of a lone rose in my hand,
and nothing but a lone rose in my hand.
It's for you,
my Love, my precious -
my precious Love
I walk a lonely path with a rose in my hand, do you not see, my Love?
Its gradual bloom, scent romancing;
colour so radiant, petals tender -
a morning's sunday with you in my arms
May its fragrance not faint, its red not fade -
t'is all I have of you on this january night,
this familiar trodden path which leads no longer where
I hold this lone rose in my hand,
a rose I no longer see,
I long forgot,
yet still exists to tell -
of a lone rose in my hand,
and nothing but a lone rose in my hand.
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