Happiness, Sadness Wistfulness Pensiveness, Madness
Went to watch "She's the Man" tonight. Originally, I thought it would be a very teensy show. Apparently not. There were alot of funny parts, can see that the director does not want to repeat jokes surrounding a girl impersonating a guy too much. If you are not tired of girl-impersonating-as-a-guy-to-show-that-she-is-just-as-good shows, you will enjoy the movie. There's football. There's bikinis (opening scene only hor) and teensy love, you know that kind that he loves her, she loves another, but the other loves yet another who loves the first he kinda thing.
I laughed out loud and clapped my hands along with the rest of the audience at the funny parts.
And oh yes. I watched it at the new Cathay cinema. Nice comfortable seats. But warning: Do bring your shaw or jacket along. Or you can just hug your gf/bf in the couple seats, which they have lined up on the side of the cinema, unlike the other cinemas that put couples all the way to the back.
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Parted ways with L. after the show. Thought I would take a picture of the new cinema at night.
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The bus route was one that I haven't been on for a long time.
Wah, Singapore Power is doing something to their building. Renovate? Tear down? Eh... They have shifted the skaters to the site just above the Somerset MRT station.
Bus passes a few stops and I glance out the window. Every bus-stop has about 50% of young couples.
Along the journey, my mental came to a manner of
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I remembered today when I went for lunch, I saw a familiar face outside the restaurant I was suppose to have lunch. Upon entering the restaurant, I remembered the face was my NAFA classmate. As she was engage in an intense conversation with her lunch partner, I thought I would disturb her later.
She is a Malaysian. And her creatives were very unique. I remembered a scene from the past where she asked us to take a picture of her facing her exhibits for the assessment, with her back facing us. She has her sense of humour, but can also be very serious when she discuss about things.
But I missed talking to her eventually. Yeah. Darn. She left before I finish my lunch.
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There is something about revisiting the past that I do not like. It's not that I do not want to reminiscence the good old days. It's just that... Sometimes it just invoke a sense of worthlessness, weakness, and maybe, how unfortunate I am compared with other people.
She is probably working it out big as some agency. Leading a team of designers, which was what I wanted when I first went into design.
Me: Still working my way horizontally in the social ladder. And just beginning to realise my worth.
Looking a friendster profiles of the younger friends I have (most of them were my Sunday School students). Gee, they have all grown up and matured to be young men and women. They are probably enjoying their (social and even love) life now.
Me: I blog almost everyday, because I can't get attention elsewhere. I have turned down too many invites, people are always thinking I am busy. My social life is very quiet. Too quiet for me.
The couples I see on the bus, the couples I have seen the day before, and many days before...
Me: I am single, I am dateless and I am pathetic.
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While on the bus looking out the window, suddenly a mobile ring. And the ring tone was to the tune of David Tao's "爱我还是他”. The phone belongs to a lady sitting right in front of me. Beside her was many shopping bags. "Hmmmm..." She was wearing sunglasses. I think she is in her late 30s - early 40s.
A few bus stops later, I think she puts a finger to the side of her sunglasses and seemingly wiped away the tear in her eyes. The action prompted looks from passenger on the other side of the bus. She turned and gave them a look, then turns back to look at the window like me.
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The bus passes by a Zhu Chao eater along where I live. I thought about why I am sloppy and lazy as I am now.
For the past 11 years, I was working full-time and serving half-time for the PC's children's ministry. During these 11 years, the service was an excuse I usually use to tell myself that I justify that I have no time to do household chores or do anything that is related to my home. But I had time for other things. Karaoke, Movies, Pubs, Clubbing, Late night suppers... But no, no time to care about things at home.
Now that ma is old, I am bugging myself to do more for the family. But it has never been a habit, so doing it will be hard.
Another part of my brain protested.
"You don't do things like that because you are unlike those single women that you have seen! They are quiet, reserved, obedient, gentle, intelligent, stay at home, self-giving... Clean. Neat. Proper. Rich.
You are not like that, Joyce. And you certainly will not end your life like that."
Hmmm... Okay. Well, it's a little bit true. And definitely true that I do not, and will not want to end up like them. I consider those kind of life a sad one.
Ok. Justified.
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The bus reached my stop. And in front of me, there is this lady struggling to get her card out. While she was looking for her card, I tapped on my card already. Then I want to pass in front of her, and her hand stretches out to sorta block my way, because she wants to tap the card on my side.
And I am like "HELLO! I am trying to go down here! There's another tap machine on the left!" I managed to zip pass her and got off the bus, but not without whispering a popular vulgarity.
Somehow I was really mad. I guess the it's the PMS thing. And I huffed and puffed my way to the 7-11 store, determine to get something to cool myself down from this unnecessary outburst.
I needed something strong. Nothing in the beverage fridge caught my eye. I went to the first fridge where you see Hiedeken, Tiger, Carlsberg, Asahi... Ah ha! CHOYA! Haven't drank that since my colleague and I tasted it during work in the previous office. That one contained 12% alcohol. This one looks like it.
Anyway, I don't care. I just want something strong. Bought 2 boxes of chocolate mints along the way. I like the name on the box. It says "Irony".
I opened the CHOYA the minute I left the 7-11. Hmm... Doesn't taste alcohol. Taste like soft drink. Like Jolly Shandy. Reached the ground floor of my flat, and took a look at the label. Ohhhhh... only 4% alcohol. No wonder.
Quickly stuff the bottle in the fridge when I reached home. Mom shouldn't know about this drink.
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Now that everyone else is in bed, I can finally blog about what had happened for the past 2 hours. And also finish the remaining CHOYA.
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