sometimes you see something, or something pops up in your head, and it stays there the whole day. it may be a phase, something you heard, or some minor observation. a mystery in your mind that begs to be solved. it haunts you, it eats you up. kinda like a melody which is so familiar but u just can't remember where it's from so you ask every single person you meet. or the name of the current manager of everton (moyes?), or the one-hit-wonders ( guysebastian, rachel stevens from s-club seven (haha or no-hit) ), or the singers of Big yellow taxi ( ___ and vanessa carlton?), or the runner up to fantasia (still got me). it nibbles at the back of your mind, waiting to be tackled.

so today for me it was this: this woman was wearing a shirt that said: "KISS MY AMRS". misspelling of arms? but why would you do that? (even google suggested this misspelling to me). wat happened to kissmyass? what is an AMR???? i have yet to attain enlightenment on this one



i think the current channel8drama is one of the worst ever produced. but i watch every time i'm free. oh no..
that day at the playground, where i was contentedly rocking back and forth on those rocking things (here its a duck), with maids chatting in the background, and watching with much amusement two boys playing with a paper areoplane. which flew/floated well, from the hills they threw it from. (i can't rmbr why i was there, probably to get out of the house) Then the paper aeroplane hit me at the back of the head. oh my god what were the chances! ....so i managed a nochalant, "aha-you-cute-kids, got-me!" smile and decided home was safer

You know how in movies, a person cycles through a pavement full of pigeons, and the camera draws back, and the pigeons flock and fly away? ok keep that image in mind...so i was cycling home from my grandma's house and there's a field full of those medium sized crane-like white birds. and im cycling on a pavement maybe 100 metres away. and then this one bird and a black one (a crow? or a black crane? cool! ) decide to take their quarrel outside and they fly haphazardly away from the field, towards the pavement from my left. intriguing

and then the white bird smashes right into my left leg as i cycle. oh my god what were the chances! what happened to the birds' awesome maneuvering, like the lories in the Loryloft i worked at! oh the bird's fine, by the way. i was shocked and left my mouth gaped open until i noticed people were looking at me

things don't happen like in the movies.

i can't stand it when i ask the nasi lemak guy(chinese, bored, mumbling) ignores my questions when i ask what that particular dish is. when i point to something to ask what it is (you know how the sweet and sour pork, chicken and fish all look the same), he just grabs it for me like i said i wanted it. HELLO i only ASKED wat it is. grr.

sometimes i like travelling on public transport. it offers you some anonymity. i become small, and invisible, and i can show a black face to total strangers. its strange, because public transport actually gives you private space. (-which is like blogging, where it's supposedly public, but one probably blogs more for oneself. see, the same way no one reads this)

travelling gives you time to rethink issues. so you spend half a journey identifying the issue, the next quarter debating over whether it's worth thinking about, and the last quarter staring-into-space. and you reach your destination maybe a little more confused.

with some people, you can never tell what they're thinking or feeling. i wish i was mysterious and enigmatic. but the guy next to me can probably write a book about me. which reminds me of those people with heads tilted 45degrees to the side, prying into my smses. i really should stare back

today i burnt my finger while cooking instant noodles. oh my god, what were the chances. these days i spend approximately 3quarters of my 24-hour day in silence, with no one to talk to. i was so relieved when a surveyor approached me and asked me random questions, that i stopped to answer her. sometimes its not that there's no one you could tell stuff to, but no-one you would. maybe that's scarier.

chronicles of the unemployed. i think i'm gonna start re-reading my harry-potters! i think i'll just give up halfway though.. just like my plan to re-read my whole animorphs collection

This morning i was dramatically woken up by a neon flashing thought somewhere between my subconscious and conscious telling me: my ic is not in my wallet cos i left it at k-pool two days ago. dramatic huh! i amaze myself! so i dragged myself all the way down to collect it, reading spiderman along the way.

at the mrt station i saw this jewellery ad that said: Vanity is a Virtue. ok...explain that to me again. next thing you know, they'll be saying greed is good.

another random thing: when i go downstairs to play soccer with some kids, there's this kid called Nobody. "Eh Nobody u go that team!". ok he didnt seem to have self esteem problems....yet

there's this old woman always sitting near the mrt station and selling tissue on the ground. and i always wonder if she is reading the papers she sits on, or at least looking at the pictures. and there's this other "busker" who plays an electronic keyboard, just that he puts it on one of those auto melodies that are memorized in the keyboard, and passes off by pressing two or more white keys in a rhythm. hmmm..

and there are those donation seekers who are around my age and i can see them mentally pounce on me when i'm 10 metres away. and they start off saying: "hi i'm not selling anything here...". but why does it cost money and why do you take a commission? ok random thoughts occur when u go to the mrt station too much. $2 leh. tts how much a plate of roast duck rice costs at the hawker centre near my house. and i'm determined to support that stall cos if it closes, it means no more cheap meals for me and that would be costly in the long run. so i really can't pay for your $2 worth of vouchers cos if i do, this stall may go bust and thousands of people will have to suffer if their cost of living increases by 50cents per day. gulp!