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it never rains , but pours
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In between tearing up clumps of hair and letting it rain down on me like confetti and screwing around with Powerpoint for my presentation thats due on mon , i decided to take a lil' break to blog even though it doesn't offer much respite because i am still typing and my right arm is bloody aching.
Was falling asleep on the bus while having a aural-orgasm listening to Symphony 92.4 F.M on my receiver. You know , Bach and Beethoven and Chopin.
Yes , i have never been a classical music person and the closest i have got to it is buying Enya and half-priced new age CDs. Heh.
Oi , after all i'm classically trained in violin hor !
Anyway.
It has been proven that most people are able to sense if someone is following or looking at them from behind. Don't ask why. Intuition maybe ?
I felt this uncanny disturbance within me as described above and i looked behind my shoulders without turning my head ( an acquired skill ! you need really flexible eyeballs. lol ) and i saw fingers precariously perched near on the window "ledge" close to my shoulder blade and i didn't suppose that the person has realised that i'm very much alert to his intrusion because his hand was inching nearer and nearer.
I quickly jerked my shoulder away and slid down the seat a little more. I dismissed it as accidental and that i shouldn't read too much into this person's actions.
Wrong wrong wrong.
I was about to fall asleep again when i swear i felt something brush against the back of my head.
I deployed my eyeball-swivelling skills again and i found a calloused finger hovering just next to my right ear.
BLOODY HELL !
I turned around and gave this rather decent looking man The Eye.
He didn't seemed to be in the least sorry nor perturbed though he looked away to avoid my stare.
I think it helped because for the rest of the trip to Hougang , i did not have any straying fingers playing with my hair or attempting to touch my shoulder.
I was quite livid that i didn't get to nap on the bus though.
Once i got down at Hougang , i met up with L and related to him the entire episode and we scoured the whole interchange for that perv but he had already dissipated into the crowd. Damn , he was THAT fast.
Sneaky bastard.
Would love to describe him so that you girls can be on the alert. But all i can remember is that he has really thickly gelled hair with a centre-parting and is clean shaven. With a white polo tee.
Bleh.
By the way , before i met up with L , i had a field day with Shelly reliving our deprieved childhood at Toys'R'Us.
I want Sea-monkeys and an antquarium so badly :(
Looking at all those gizmos parading as toys on sale , i can't help but feel a little envious of today's kids.
But in no way have i ever regretted my childhood nor detested it.
What we didn't have in the past , we made up for it by spending hours at playgrounds , void decks and those long corridoors playing silly games like "Catching" , 'Block-catching" and "Blind mice".
Of course nobody plays it honest when playin "Blind mice".
It is virtually impossible to navigate around the playground equipment without disfiguring yourself while trying to catch your friends with eyes tightly shut.
Its just an open secret that nobody discusses when playing "Blind mice".
And boy , i love "Block catching" !!!!
In Bedok , where i grew up , my block had 3 really long corridoors that spanned the entire length of the block and there were no less than 6 different staircases with 13 levels to run about.
And yes , we ran barefooted.
One of the silly meaningless stuff we used to do was to get a few people downstairs while the rest upstairs threw slippers down and those downstairs would have to catch it.
I even remember changing in the staircase with one of my neighbour and we wore each other's shorts . If i'm not wrong , we almost exchanged panties too ! LOL ! I'm not lying !
And without fail , after an afternoon's worth of play , we would march down to the row of shops down the road clutching twenty cents in our hands and we would buy two "ice packs" each.
Or rather , "Sheng bao" , the more affectionate term that transcended all races despite the term being hokkien. Every kid knew it .
The cheap , sweet and icy treat that dyes your tongue that our parents hated because they claimed its just "water and colouring and its going to be bad for you"
My favourite was the purple one . I remember red being the least popular. Heh.
One thing that sets my childhood apart from my contemporaries : I used to explore drains and canals !!!
YES !
Drains as in those with metal grilles that needs alot of strength to be flipped open.
Drains were amazing , they really were.
I still have it down pat the cobwebs that hung from the very low ceilings ( we all became Quasimodos while in the drains ) that stuck to our sweaty faces , and our hands gripping the rough walls because the floor was extremely slippery with the algae and the brownish muck.
Drains all lead to open-air canals as we would find out after exploring a few drains and the open-air canals never failed to cause at least one of us to fall down because it was really very slippery.
And how can i ever forget how coconut trees were a constant source of entertainment ?
There was this coconut tree that was right beside this ledge and we all get cheap thrills by grabbing a big strong "branch" and swing down from the ledge , inevitably crashing into the trunks but what the heck .
Then we would amuse ourselves by collecting coconuts and trying to pry them open by repeatedly throwing them onto the floor and trying to slurp the pathetic few drops that would leak out from the cracks.
Orange coconuts never seem to contain much liquid . And not as tasty as the green ones either !
And of course , the mango trees that were aplenty in Bedok Town park. The mangos were NEVER sweet. Very very very lip-puckering sour.
Saga trees . Once in season , we would all flock there and try to gather as much of the seeds as possible and getting bitten by the red ants that seem to love nesting near Saga trees . LOL.
My god , i must stop now. I have so much to write about my childhood.
Latersssss
