Weekend Musings (II)

I wonder which part of my foot looks like the ground at East Coast Park.

A boy on rollar blades ran across my left foot. And I was on slippers, not shoes.  

A trail mark was left on my foot.

Great.

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My body is aching all over simply because I played soccer, frisbee and captain’s ball with my young cousins just a few hours ago.

Age is catching up. No joke.

I was panting my life away while my cousin was so nimble and quick on her feet.

In fact, it came as a surprise because she was sooooo pretty and petite, and so I asked her what her cca was. She said, “athletic club’. WOW. You mean primary schools nowadays have such clubs?? Damn cool. I want to join too. :s

I also realise that when I grow older, it gets more difficult to have friends who are interested to play team games. I miss netball. I miss captain’s ball. I miss basketball. Why are my friends so lazy? Or is sex the only sport that most adult do?

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I can be sympathetic. But when you are short of hearing, can you please DON’T be a cab driver?

Me: Exit Keppel.

Him: Ok… Miss, do we exit Keppel or Prince Edwards?

Me: KEPPEL.

Him: Ok. Keppel?

Me: Yes. Keppel. Then, you turn into Anson Road and stop 3 traffic lights later.

Him: Ok.. So I turn into Anson Road. So it’s this building?

Me: Nono. I’m going to XXX. 3 traffic lights later.

Him: [He steps hard on his brake] Stop here? This is not XXX.

Me: No. Not here. 3 traffic lights later.

Him: [Brakes again] Here?

Me: NO. 3 traffic lights. Why don’t you just stop here? I’ll walk there myself. I can take a short walk.

Him: Don’t worry Miss, it’s my job to drive you to a place of your convenience. Where do you want me to stop? 

Me:  HERE. I’ll walk over myself.

Sigh.

That’s just one. I ran into another similar incident in the night when I was heading home. What’s up with the cab driver recently?

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There’s nothing wrong about being fat.

But if you make use of your mass to get seats on public transport, you should feel shameful about it.

I was on the bus, happily seated on the outer seat. The inner seat beside me was empty.

A fat woman boarded the bus and signalled to me that she wanted a seat.

Fair enough. I got up, so that she can easily move into the inner seat. I know how difficult it is for even a skinny person to get to the inner seat, if the passenger on the outer seat remains seated. And fuck it. Instead of appreciating my thoughtful gesture, she simply slumped onto the outer seat. And there was no way that I could squeeze past her to get to the inner seat.

And there wasn’t even a word of appreciation from her. Instead, she gave me the i-am-too-fat-to-move-in-for-you look and then avoided eye-contact with me. She sat comfortably to the interchange while I stood ALL THE WAY. 

Sigh.  

Graciousness applies to people of all shapes and sizes. For God’s sake!

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Today is National Day. I can’t seem to appreciate the parade telecast at all.

I still like the original national day songs, from “Count on me, Singapore” all the way to “Home”. They really make me feel good about being a Singaporean. I don’t like the re-mix versions though. Neither do I like those subsequent songs by Sun Yanzi, Tanya etc. Those songs make me feel good about heading to KTV instead.

I realise I hardly curse and swear in the Singaporean manner. No ‘ccb’, ‘nb’ or ‘lj’.

I only like to use one universal action-word.

Fuck.

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