Friday, February 15, 2008

look at what i found while clearing the computer's recyling bin.

A little poem

You, the mosquito, foul beast
Engaging in tactical espionage action
Syphoning blood under the cover of darkness
Leaving welts of itchy fortitude in your wake.

Beware my citronella, vermin!
I am armed with deat.
I shall repulse you back from whence you came,
For my veins are not your playthings.

Should I ever catch you in the act,
I will stiffen my muscle, thwarting your escape.
You will bloat, despite your instinct.
And I will explode you like a bloody hot dog.

my first thought was, omg SO CUTE! and then, erhh, what is citronella and deat? and where on earth did she learn words like vermin and fortitude and thwart etc. and then bloody! where did she learn the bloody from? surely none of us in this house say bloody.. oh my god and shit and what the hell etc. yes, all the beginnings of uncouthness. but surely not bloody? dont really think its really singaporean english-ish enough for us to get into the habit of using it.. :/ not that its a badbad word or anything.. haha oh one day i remember i was amazed when the p3 niehnieh girl went shit.. then i realised that we all say it in front of isabelle too.. oh surprise surprise. anyways, OKAY larh. bloody both ways, i just realised.. bloody and bloody bloody. oh wells. as much as i would like to be blown away thinking that she wrote this, its 1) too hard to believe 2) too scarey if she really did write this.. i mean like.. o, m, g? even things like instinct, foul? are they in p3 vocab? *wracks brains* i actually did consider the idea that she could have checked out all those cheemo words in the thesaurus but then, no. i dont think so. shes not the kind who will check stuff up in dictionaries, not even for homework. let alone some poem which is probably three times as long as what an average nine-year-old would write (and only when forced), all to have it chucked in the recycling bin. and then theres the thing of, even if she did check it all up, how would she know to string them all together? alrights. but for now, ill harbour this tiny little impossible hope that she somehow did manage all that. right. *rolls eyes at self* i am getting to be quite the fawning parent. *turns green*

anyways. today i saw the coolest thing in the whole week. i saw a lion dance! *gringrin* okay, it wasnt much of a dance.. it was more of a lion walkabout. it was kinda making its way around some market stalls, trailing an entourage of two cymbals, one of those big gong thingos on wheels and some other people who were like shouting like hey or hah or some other celebratory cry periodically. making alot of noise. err, it was altogether quite lame, really. maybe i missed the exciting part:( but it made such a good start to the day. oh yeah. and it was like one of those racial harmony lessons or sth? where youre supposed to like understand and appreciate other races and their cultures? cos i think lion dance is a chinese thing right? but then all the troupe members were malays.. oh and the other day i thought it was really cool also.. i was like walking around a students neighbourhood cos i was early, then there was this indian auntie or uncle i cant remember who was asking this shopkeeper what they did with those gourd thingies that they were selling.. it was this green gourd things which are sorta hourglass-shaped, theyre green, but in like those sun wu kong shows they use a brown one to store water or sth? apparently theyre used for prayer.. and then thrown away. haha i super didnt know that.

oh yeah. do you feel like youre a tourist in your own country sometimes? i know i do.. sometimes when i walk around hdb neighbourhoods or eat at coffeeshops i get that feeling. it is like so weird. how can you be a stranger to the place you grew up in? anyways. the other day i was trying to like check out chinatown.. i went the week after chinese new year, and all the stalls, all the bustle, all the everything was gone.. like gonegone. when the week before, it was crowded like crazy.. so re nao and everything. okay, not that i go chinatown every week.. i happen to pass that area once a week heh.. but anyways. it was quite a disappointment, really. and yes, the touristy feeling was stronger than ever. there are all these shops catering to tourists, and yes, the people walking there are all tourists. i mean, who goes there to buy what they need, really? i mean like, clothes you can get in more convenient places, large ornamental fans, other supposedly cultural thingoes, not really. okay lah, there were these 3 for $10 hair kiapkiaps (haha hair clips sound too small) that i suppose people would buy.. oh andand? did you know that singapore has a night market? well i never! i would have taken pictures like a tourist to complete the whole atmosphere if were one of those bring-camera-everywhere people.. its like, omg, we went all the way to taiwan, ogled at the night market there when we have one right here? but i think maybe we didnt go to the right place or go on the right day or something, cos it wasnt all that wow-ing. which i think its supposed to be right :/ and anyways, passed by this temple place and this sinseh place that i went to last time and thought, by golly! isnt this sago lane? the one where we learnt in one of those NE excursions that it used to be associated with death or sth?! and there! isnt that the mosque/islamic school thingo where... okay cant remember the random bit of info associated with that one.. remember we had to write the date of sth from there on the worksheet though.. oh goodness. those NE teachers/planners, really got to hand it to them though.. some of these things really do stick in your head, no matter how seemingly useless they may be.. like when we went to little india and ended up buying little vials of perfume for $1 each.

Bonjour. Si vous voulons me chercher, vous êtes venu au faux endroit.

Friday, February 15, 2008

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