-Saturday, October 27, 2007
Saved by a seatbelt. In a car accident.
On the way to Dim Sum at Yan Palace, somewhere around Chinatown, I was on the CTE. The cab driver was pay much attention to the road. Everything was as normal. As we were approaching the tunnel, the yellow cab suddenly braked. The cab I was in braked too, but it skidded and it bumped into the one in front.
My head smashed into the windscreen, causing it to shatter. I bled to death...
If I had not put my seatbelt on.
But I did. I escaped unscathed. I only came close to kissing the dashboard, thats all.
The quiet and reserved driver was shook. He got down to check on the damage and the 2 parties exchanged their contact details. Meanwhile I was thinking what could have happened. Anyway it didn't.
Lunch was as per normal, very nice. It's a good recommendation if you have cash to spare.
On the way home, another cab. This time this guy is hilarious man. We chatted about Singapore and politics. Better not to talk about it here, it's gonna be long.
Weekends for me are darn boring. I have nothing much to do, actually. It was scorching hot this afternoon. I sat down with a Heineken and some Royce. It wasn't a bad combination after all, plus some Brazilian jazz.
I have no idea why I'm blogging about mundane stuff, but I really could have got into bigger shit if I didn't put my seatbelt on today. So please do, people.
Yeechien Wrote;
10:16 PM
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-Wednesday, October 24, 2007
A post without a title.
Sorry for the hiatus, anyway. I didn't know I had fans. But whatever.
As usual, I'm having a real hard time trying to express myself. This sucks.
I'll be back.
Yeechien Wrote;
8:35 PM
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-Thursday, October 11, 2007
Its over.
Finally able to heave a sigh of relief. What's next? Having the sun scorching your ass on a lazy weekday afternoon, thats what's next. Can try frying an egg on it.
Been really tired these few days. Heading out till late. The night study program back at my alma mater isn't that bad but I see people like me working their asses off late into the night just for that grades. Is it worth it? I guess so. Today they first look at your papers, then your capability.
Money don't fall from the sky just like that. We gotta work hard and bite the dust sometimes. Education, is really money. It's an important value-adder. Without education, what are we? Unable to read, recognize, communicate? I don't know about that. But I know what we have now we should really cherish and give our best shot.
The main focus of schooling is studying, obviously. However, there are other things to do. Other activities, looking at people go by, chasing girls and guys, being in the 'cool' crowd, bashing someone up and what not. That tends to make us shift our focus and we start to whine like little brats.
Being in the 'cool' crowd, doing what they do, don't make you any better. We don't have to change ourselves just to get along with someone. I believe, we change because there is a need, and that need will do us good. Of course, your thoughts cannot be too superficial. Why try so hard? Just sit back, enjoy life, and do what each and everyone of us do best.
Ugly Singaporean, how many times have you heard it? Being a Singaporean myself, sometimes I really think if I have done something I seen. I woke up late today. I tried to hail a cab. I saw that there was no one so it was still all right. Who knew, as I peered into my phone to check the time, a whole queue of people almost evenly spaced out seemed to appear from nowhere. That was fine. I saw a cab approaching. I flagged it, but it stopped for someone before me. It was some auntie who overtook me 'secretly'. Oh man. I gave up, and the bus came. What an encounter. It may sound simple, but it's familiar, isn't it.
We need to spare a thought for others through our actions and words. We don't yak and yak and yak all the time, we don't do stupid things, we don't do and say all these without consideration.
We should try putting ourselves into someone else's shoes.
But please, take off your own shoes first?
Yeechien Wrote;
2:26 PM
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-Saturday, October 06, 2007
So bored lah.
I appreciate blogs that makes full usage of the English Language; I have read some and they are awesome. The life it gives to text, the rich vocabulary, the adjectives... Lol. :P
Drifting with the currents. How many times I have found myself walking around aimlessly, sitting down and staring into space. Feels so, empty. Often at a loss where I don't really know what's next.
The exams are coming to a close soon. It was doable but I don't know how'd I fare. I guess what's done is done. We often spend too much time looking back into the past and regret our actions of yesterday. Hence the saying, think twice before doing something. Or how it was, whatever.
We try to do things that benefits us, but to no avail. We contstantly find ourselves in the want, in the want of material, attention, and whatnot. Maybe it's growing up and puberty, lol. I remember when I was going through puberty I was an ass.
I loved the limelight. Maybe it was the hormones. I'd do anything to get anyone's attention. Tucking out those uniforms, having pants so low that you'd see my cracker. Haha. I used to follow girls I liked everywhere, and tease them like mad. But it was a long time ago. Thinking about it makes me laugh. Kids today should have some control over themselves, at least try. Some of my friends in puberty weren't that bad so I guess my case is different.
Air is collecting in my stomach. I need to do something about it.
Yeechien Wrote;
11:36 PM
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-Thursday, October 04, 2007
Still awake.
It's gonna be short.
Cheap and powerful.
Kopi-O kau kau kah tai.
Black coffee, thick thick, add sugar.
Most reliable for late nights up. Keeps you going.
Thanks for the recommendation Jacky.
Yeechien Wrote;
1:39 AM
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-Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Being Frank & Late Nights.
How nice it is to be able to pour out your whole self into someone else. Being able to be true to each and every word that comes from your mind into the text box. It was great.
I'm a person constantly asking questions almost about everything that I can get my hands on. Call me a
kaypoh if you like, but thats how I am. I don't try to play the game of pretend. I google, look up things that I don't know. I ask, too.
The conversation was real great. I missed talking to you like that. I'm really apologetic if my concerns played a part in causing the uneasiness. Maybe you were right, maybe the fact that deep down inside me, there's a kind of reluctance to accept things as they are. I don't know about that. But I know that the chats over mealtime were special. I could find my ability to connect and convey and thats not to anyone, only a couple. That comfort I cherish. That was in the past.
It isn't the same no more. Or it is?
It seems like there's an understanding and a fine line in between. Even though I can hardly get hold of the physical being, the psychological twin is good enough. I'm glad to know that everything's the way we left it. I just hope that, maybe we could do something without any frills any more.
The reassurance and confirmation was what I needed. Thanks.
No I'm not in love, neither am I depressed. I'm just being true to myself.
Yeechien Wrote;
1:42 AM
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-Monday, October 01, 2007
Childhood Revisited, 2
Note: You'll have to read the previous one first before reading this.
We were then thrown into bed and made to shut up and make no more noise. One time my sister couldn't stop crying, my Aunt Sylvia came and put her out of the house till she stopped. She was only 3-4 years old. That was the discipline you would expect in there. It was no-nonsense, but we didn't suffer at all. Just that when it came to disciplining, everyone in the family was in the business.
One day, I was doing the normal routine, go to school and what not. As usual, I hung out at the school gate, waiting for my grandma to come pick me up. Who knew, after every kid left, I was the only one there. Man. That feeling sucked. I thought she was not coming no more. Or so I thought.
"Damnit." I must have thought to myself at that time.
"I'm going home alone." I didn't care much, since I knew how to get home myself since 4, from the kindergarten, that is. It was fairly simple. Getting through the HDB blocks, crossing a little road. By the time I got home, my granddad was there.
"Where's your grandma?" He asked. I saw my older cousin at home, but not the other 2.
"I don't know..." I replied, but I guess he didn't hear it.
I went on to wash up. As I was picking up my towel, I heard a familiar voice shouting for my name along the corridor, up the stairway. It came closer. Till it was at the door, I recognised it. It was grandma. Along with her were those 2, Ah Mei and Ah Siang. They looked at me with innocent eyes. She was infuriated as she went all over just to look for me. I was given a good cleaning of my ears with her scolding. I found out later that my grandma had to attend to something else important so she was late.
I was screwed by my grandma. That sucked.
When I grew a little older like when I was 5, I'd always go for a game of void-deck soccer with Ah B. He was 6. We always hung out with kids of other races, usually Malay kids. Chinese kids usually hung out at the playgrounds, but whatever. I had a good time. That's where I picked up my basic conversational Malay, up till today. We were getting athletic.
We represented our classes in the inter-kindergarten games. (If you recall, yours might have had one too.) We brought back plenty of trophies. Till today, it's still shelved in the glass cabinet in my grandma's.
Once during my birthday, my grandma bought me this decent set of clothing. I was kinda crazy at that time and I made a big fuss. I wanted the power ranger set. I made my grandma buy it for me, regardless of that shirt and shorts set she got for me. I was fucked up man. I didn't care how she felt at that time. Man, I really was an ass at that time. After everything she'd done for me, I treat her like that.
Till today I regret doing that to her. She's gone already. I was only 8 when she was gone.
Fast forward till I was in primary school. We'd come home with homework, and she'd make sure we finish it. It was, finish it or eat the
rotan. The cane. The thing that kids feared and found ways to hide it from their parents, or grandparents. This tough nut discipline got me first in class for every test throughout from primary 1-2.
One day she came home complaining of headache. She went to the hospital for a health screening. Bad news. Her bone marrow couldn't produce more white blood cells. I don't know what was it called exactly, but at that age of 8, I knew that if no bone marrow was to be transplanted into her body, she'd be gone.
I went to visit. It was a friday. I bought her some
pau. With my parents and my report card which read 288/300 for my mid-years. She was looking great. We talked a little, and I had to go home.
Who knew, things unfolded in just a short time. The next day, the hospital called early in the morning and said she fell into a coma. It was an unexpected piece of news. The whole family of 7 siblings went down to the hospital. It was 5-6am in the morning. We were waiting for news. The doctors told us to brace ourselves. They said that grandma had clots in her brain.
I cried. Tears flowed freely. When it was my turn, I went into the Intensive Care Unit to see how she was doing. I could no longer control myself. "
AH MA, wake up! I have school next week! You gotta wake up to bring me to school! Sob... sob..." The nurse got hold of me and held me back. I settled down, and went home.
My parents stayed for that day. The next day while I was back at home with my sister and my paternal grandma, my parents called. I was told to give the line to my paternal grandma. They exchanged a few words, and then I was told that my maternal grandma had not much longer to live. She was in a critical condition.
At 8 years old, I flagged a cab, and told the driver to get to SGH asap. When I reached, everyone was there. I held my grandma's hand. I cried. I didn't know what to say. She was still hanging in there when I was there. I went home. She was gone by that time.
Now I'm all grown up, I still miss her sometimes, especially when I go to Bedok, take that bus service which goes to my grandma's. That field I used to run in with my cousins, Ah B, Ah Siang and my sister Ah Mei, was gone. It turned into newer HDB blocks. The kindergarten's still there, it was upgraded. My little green pillow is still there too...
I know why some people want to remain as kids. The carefree feeling, being ignorant and all... It was great.
But then, I had so much to tell my grandma. She left before I could say sorry and thank you. Sorry for being such a brat to make you buy something I wanted though you got me something else, sorry for being a pain when you had to look for me all over the place when I went home alone. Thank you for taking care of me ever since I was with a little boy till I was 8 cos my parents were busy at work, along with Natalie, Andreas, Oliver, Ah B, Ah Siang, me and Ah Mei. Thanks for being such a wonderful grandma who never failed us.
Its almost 10 years now. It was 1998.
I <3 you grandma, cousins, and my childhood. I'm growing up now, I'm doing fine.
Yeechien Wrote;
10:42 PM
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