Whatever It Takes.

Hero/Heroine.

This, is a boring entry. An entry entered for the sake of entering.

The thing about public transport is that space is shared no matter how private you try to make it your own by plugging in your earphones, reading your book or even writing your diary, like now. fyi: yes, I’m transferring the stuff I wrote on my ride back home last Friday night.

To be honest, buses aren’t that bad. It can be fun, and even romantic, with the right person, that is. Trains, ergh. Trains, on the other hand, are an entirely different story, especially the ones we have here that forces us to face one another in the tiniest, and might I add, stiffest seats in the world. As I sat in my green seat, it struck me that what I’m seeing is so, pardon me for this painfully over-used phrase, uniquely Singaporean. And tonight, amidst your typical crowd at 2303h of the NTUC fairprice lady, a young couple cuddling at the glass panel, factory worker nodding off and tired office workers (me), I finally discovered what’s so unique about our bunch.

Kindly allow me to share this with you.

To my left, mister 50-ish is holding a copy of Racing something. No, he’s not looking at cars, silly, if not he wouldn’t be on the train beside me right. The reason he is still taking the train at this age, out and about at this time and can’t afford a car is prolly due to a compulsive horse-racing habit. In all my life I’ve yet to witness anyone stare at any piece of material with such intense concentration. Bespectacled with a pen in hand, he conscientiously jots down little notes beside fixtures and names of horses, then dog-marking the pages in the most creative of ways for easy reference should he miss out anything during the actual race. If he had asked my opinion, seeing that I was peeping happily over his shoulder, I would’ve told him to bet on horses whose names goes like “ALWAYS FAST” (X253) instead of “BIG EASY” (V131). Or “IT’S ALL MONEY” (V467) instead of “ITMAYBEYOU” (X232). Seriously, what happened to naming your stallion Rooney. I hope these people have better sense when naming their kids.

As fascinated I was with this dude and his mi ji aka heavenly book of names never to call your pets/children, I unwillingly tore my eyes from “JUG FULL” (X591) in search of something that is producing a weird noise that is clashing with my jay chou. Clearly, I wasn’t the only one distracted as it was apparent the other commuters (‘cept for the one on my left with his unwavering focus) were stealing glances in that direction. I’m sure you’ve come across kids who like to blast their S.H.E songs through their speaker phones. I once had to endure the entire journey listening to some Chinese techno by Guo Meimei cuz Lord has it that I left my earphones at home that fateful day. This time though, it’s slightly different, and special. Also maybe worse. This guy’s actually singing at the top of his voice with all the oomph and expressions of a Superstar contestant. Please do me a favour and imagine this: a guy in a crowded train, singing, loudly? This beats everything I’ve ever witnessed in trains hands down. You have absolutely no idea how hard I had to try to stifle my sniggers, trying to pass them off as though something got stuck in my esophagus.

Haha. Whatever. If only you could see it for yourself.

Love Actually.

Wake me up when December ends. 

The last month of twoohohseven flew right by me, and it’s back to the grind. In the flurry of all the celebrations, while some people indulged in good company, food and wine, others simply threw themselves into the River of Love. One after another, a few buddies got hitched and the rest are actively, and very happily, dating nonetheless. Gosh, you should’ve seen their pretty faces, all glowing and… thrilled. I’m sure this year will be a great one for you lucky peeps J

Not any indication that any of the above stems from this reason, but I truly believe that deep, deep down, we are all lonely creatures. Of course we enjoy our me time, but there has to be many moments in our lives when we will crave for love, care and attention to be showered upon us. More than that, I think sometimes we feel the need to give love. Have you ever felt this indescribable feeling when you are so overwhelmed with the love in you but have no one to show it to. Could it be that a relationship is simply an excuse for us to fall in love with the concept of love? No doubt we would have had a certain degree of attraction towards the person we’re with, but at which point are we just loving each other out of habit without actually being in love.

Wait, don’t tell me. Honestly I would rather not find out. Quite depressing as I would imagine.

See. This is so me. To digress like a mile from my original intent of this entry, that is to sum up my high/low lights of last year. It is times like this that I got to appreciate this blog even more. As much as I’m not the most consistent of bloggers, browsing through the past entries brought back enough memories that might have slipped my mind had I not written about it.

Looking back, if my 2007 were to be a sitcom, it would be f.r.i.e.nd.s, sans the part where we live together. Like the comedy, it was filled with countless good times, laughter, joy, love and most importantly, being there for one another.  Unfortunately, there were also the nuances of drama that I’m not too fond of, like almost losing a friend… for good. No matter, it had been a year where I came to realize how very important these people are to me and come this year, I hope I won’t make the same mistakes of disappointing them time and again. Well, maybe things do happen for a reason.

Just so you know, I’m one of those who still keep to making new year resolutions. This time though, they will only be subjected to a private journal as I will be too embarrassed and you will be too bored. I know it’s late, but it is still only the beginning of January. And because I sincerely wish this for those I know, I hope this year will be a good one for you - one filled with love and the best memories made with family and friends.

xoxo

All I Want.

Although I have to admit I’m not too big on important dates or festivals, Christmas is my favourite. Ok, so what if I’m still hung up on it, after all it’s already the twenty-seventh for christ’s sake. Whatever, I’m entitled to my twelve days.

I like that occasions like these give us the perfect excuse to show extra appreciation to people we like, well, for most of the non-obligated ones anyway. Gifts are always nice and for the days leading up to Christmas, coming to work and be pleasantly surprised and welcomed by a variety of beautifully wrapped presents camping happily on my desk cannot be a bad thing if it makes me smile. Still, compared to receiving, I think presenting a gift is so much more meaningful. I bet there must be a term for this complexity for people like me who finds satisfaction in gifting. So for those fortunate ones (or not, haha) on my nice list, I hope you like it enough not to recycle my gift to someone else. Thankewt.

And if you have to know how I celebrated the most romantic day of the year, the boy and I did what most sane and rational, i-don’t-want-to-squeeze-with-everyone-else-but-have-nowhere-else-to-go Singaporeans would do on the eve. We went for a movie, lor. I am Legend at TM. Oh, of which I'd attibute 3½ popcorns to, considering them stupid monsters genuinely scared me the ‘aahh!!’ outta me three friggin times. Would have given it 4 if not for the unsatisfying ending, imo. Then, like most men who tires easily, the boy is not keen on anything else so we went back to his place where he slept and I read my book as we welcome the dawn of Christmas Day. 

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How lovely it would be if the rain these days were magically transformed into frosty snowflakes. Realized I’ve never spent Christmas Day overseas, which mean I’ve yet to experience a truly white Christmas, no doubt a clause on my endless wish list. You know, it’s just one of those frivolous thoughts that I’m pretty sure will hardly be fulfilled due to the practicalities of reality. At best, I can only switch on the air-conditioner to the minimum, play my favourite Christmas jazz and then shut my eyes as I imagine myself walking hands entwined, down the valley of The Louvre, with none other than the man I love.

Well, a girl’s got her right to dream, right?

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