It was the most unlikely combination, strange to say the least, but it happened last Thursday.
Was driving to our usual ground for netball when I spotted an unusually crowded roadside parked end to end with cars. The ground is opposite a Chinese temple and apparently it was the birthday of some god that day, thus the crowd.
I looked at the ground and gasped as there was a Chinese opera stage being set up right where the netball courts are.
Stunned, I called Jam.
The whole gin gang were still walking over, yet to see the scene.
I squeezed my car into a spot right after the bus bay and walked up to the netball courts. At this time, the congregation gathering in the temple decided to join me on the court as well. As the crowd stood there watching the Chinese opera, I thought to myself tonight no need to play netball already.
10 minutes later, some character (I think is the birthday god) on stage decided he should head back to the temple. The crowd followed. Much to our (J & P have joined me at this time) relief.
The gin gang finally (read: super slow) arrived at the ground after the crowd return to the temple.
The Chinese opera carried on despite the lack of audience. While we are able to play on one of the courts, we risked going deaf and getting sore throat coz the opera was so loud and we were trying hard to shout to each other over the din.
Nonetheless, it was interesting and provided entertainment for those sitting out some of the games.
Who needs the weatherman?!
Via xx.
Did I mention the house was in a total mess when I got back from HK 2 Sundays ago? [ok, I wrote this some weeks ago]
It was past midnight when I step in, so I didn’t exactly have an idea of the horrendous state the house is in, but after walking from living room to my room and to the kitchen, I decided it is dirty enough to warrant a cleaning on a weeknight.
A Monday night, no less.
I came home straight after work and started the process of cleaning. To my horror there were cat pee stains here and there.
Let me explain. Tiga is a very particular cat, when he reckons that his litterbox is unclean (sometimes there is only but one patch of pee), he will stop peeing in it and starts doing it on the floor and table in the laundry room, and sometimes on the washing machine.
Anyways, as I was squatting in the laundry room trying to clean up the stains (they are very resistant by the way and waterproof too — for territory marking purpose), Tiga stroll in, not knowing what I’ve found out. Not realising his impending doom, he proceed to eat from his bowl. I stood up, hopping mad now.
My fuming shadow loomed over him. Sensing something amiss, he suddenly looked up and flatten his ears in fear as dark clouds with thunder bolts started gathering over my head.
I stared down at him and screamed through my clenched teeth, “T~I~G~A!!!!”.
He sped off and is no where to be found throughout my whole vacuuming and mopping session.
.. ever clung on to something so tight that it died?
.. ever hold on to something just coz you don’t want others to have it?
.. ever missed someone so badly that your heart aches and aches even more when you know you can never have the person?
.. ever felt like grabbing the hand of your love and escape to a place where no one will judge or pressure you?
.. ever want to be wilful for once and follow your heart no matter the consequences?
I have.
Nobody is perfect — I’m nobody.
Very good reasons to wear black for work other than the obvious one that wearing black makes you look slimmer, is that black makes you less noticeable.
Kat and I happened to wear bright coloured tops today — orange and green to be exact. We did not coordinate this explosion of colours, in fact my favourite colour is none other than black.
Anyways, we were walking out to the lobby to collect some stuff, as per normal, and one of our co-workers worked past and remarked, “Why the 2 of you so free KLKK*?”
Hai~
Think we shall just stick to black/brown/blue to “blend” in well with the office crowd. Outstanding is not good. Eat snake also everyone notice.
*KLKK (hokkien) — kia lai kia kee (loosely translated: walk here walk there)
There’s something that has been bothering me. I’m perplexed. Perhaps you can help answer this burning question of mine.
Have you seen drivers on the road who like to put their arms out of their car window or rest their elbow on the window sill while holding on to the top of their window?
My burning question is: why on earth do they like to do that?
Is it because:
(a) their car door is falling off hence the need to hold on to it?
(b) their arm/elbow is really really tired and needs a break from holding the steering wheel?
(c) they need money and thus waiting for some clueless motorcyclist to knock into their protruding arm/elbow and claim insurance?
(d) they want to demonstrate to their children that sticking your arm/elbow out of the car is dangerous?
(e) they think they look cool?
(f) all of the above
Anyways, I think it’s not cool at all and it’s a hazard to other motorists. It’s a total irritant especially when the protruding hand is holding onto a lit cigarette, happily flicking off the ashes that flies straight at my car.
There I stood last night, 9.45pm in a queue at Cold Storage Compass Point. The PA announced the closure in 15 minutes’ time. 3 more to go before my turn at the cashier.
All 3 were couples who stuck to each other like koala bears clinging onto the eucalyptus trees. Fingers locked as they whisper sweet nothings into each other’s ears. The free hand held on to an exorbitantly priced plant they call rose.
I turned to the queues on my left and right — same sight.
I rolled my eyes at the v-day phenomenon. Feeling a little out of place.
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