Friday, August 18, 2006
i hate being short
picture: a crowded mrt cabin, with me holding on to the pole. the exits are blocked by four huge guys, standing around and listening to their mp3 players.
the soothing female mrt voice announces "braddell". i start pushing my way to the exit.
"um, sorry, excuse me?" i announce loudly to the lower backs of all four hulking males. unsurprisingly no-one budges. their ears are practically half a metre above where my voice is coming from, and they're covered by evil headphones anyway. damnit.
"doors closing." oh shit. i venture a desperate poke at the middle guy's lumbar region. he gives a start, and rubs his ass, while the mrt cheerfully beeps its Door-Closing Melody of Doom and slams the train doors shut with a hiss and bang.
i get off at bishan, and only because two of them left there too.
and, in other news... they've finally named our ex-74 band. ignoring my suggestion of:
1) it's time to pom-pom
(come on! it's hilarious! if only just to hear a grown person announce "pom-pom" over the PA system to khaw boon wan. hahaha)
and yinghao's
2) you to hell
(just to see how the announcer introduces us. "welcome.. you to hell!")
3) applause please
4) goth bunnies from hell (makes costumes for DnD very easy)
in favour of: 1 x good one.
omg army talk! but i must admit it's better than my band name. ray thinks he won't be able to keep a straight face if he hears that phrase and he's singing the first song. can't sing if you're giggling at the same time. hmm.
it's 2 am! i haven't packed my bag for dive trip yet either. oh well. hmm. i am pretty sure the last paragraph will disappear within 24 hours. or whenever i next get access to blogger when i'm not half delirious from lack of sleep/hunger. treasure it while you can, readers of my blog. all 4 of you.
+ fictions&fires
12:16 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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