Friday, April 06, 2007
What is love?
Baked rice from Pastamania ytd.
I woke up this morning, trying to figure out what to have for Brunch.So I went to
google, and
seeeaaarrrccch.
After deciding on Arnold's Fried Chicken, I went to the SBSTransit webbie to plan my route.
And so,,,
I went to some ulu ulu City Plaza a walk away from Tanjong Katong Cplx, Paya Lebar MRT to buy my takeaway brunch...As I rode on the bus, and passed places, I just felt like I was in foreign land.
HMMM.
It's like,
even on an island so puny,
there exists huge disparities of wealth, City Plaza vs. Plaza Singapura, HJC vs ITE. No discrimination intended,,,it's just... How hiereachic (?) and bureaucratic EVEN democracies are...
It look nothing much.
Unassuming.
And even though it's pretty cooled-off by the time I got home...
The first bite blew me away.WOO! KFC is NOTHING!!! KFC is CHICKEN~!~!~!!! (Duhhhs.....)
It's so much better than KFC. ((=
What can I say?
Living is about enjoying life.
Hmm,
as I walked about, in a place filled with so many faces I've never seen and probably will never see again all my life, near the Malay Village, after a bus trip through Geylang, countless short and vibrantly colourful shophouses, ah behs, childish-looking kids, just people, shopping carts, marketplace, blah blah.
Listening to my mp3.
I feel the way I feel as I pass through life.
A passer-by. Looking on coldly, with only one aim in mind, unrelentless, unstoppable, until my goal is accomplished and then after which I'll think of something new to do and achieve. Blah blah.
It's like,
life is seriously,
seriously, s e r i o u s l y, like a journey.Sometimes I wonder when the wandering'll stop.
I can never know if it's really new experiences and success that I want,
or,
REALLY, all I want is the comfort of knowing that there will always be someone waiting for me at home, while I go out and about in the world, trying to figure parts of myself aspects of life diversities of the world out.I mean,
I figure every vagrant, traveller were able to go on their search forever, tireless, because they always know that there'll always be someone at the end of road, lighting up their way home, there's always somewhere where they'll belong. Omg I just used 3 'always'-es in one sentence. =.=
HMMMMM,
whateverrr.
I felt like I was doing what I always did when I was young,
in Cheena.
If my friend weren't with me, and I'm the only kid in the family;
when I feel like it, had the sudden urge, I would just go out no matter how.
Walk all around, going on roads that I've never went before.
I can't really distillate real memories from ephemeral (?) dreams now,
but somehow, one of my strongest recalling, was me going really long distances, through these drained water reservoirs, hopping over seriously seriously near rooftops, climbing through the walls of a Secondary school that I never went to.
I also remembered this really run-down house, abandoned.
I came upon it, and I think inside was where they used to make weapons.
I had these strange obession with swords when I was young,
due to all the sword-fighting dramas that was all the hype as I was growing up,
and then at times when I crossed these wooden bridges over a stream that will not drown even a chick I imagined I would find some great Master who lived in reclusion,
waiting for a certain fated person to find him/ her by chance. Who'll then inherit all his/ her skills and be totally equipped to so totally roam this planet, this Earth, this world. All the way over oceans and mountains and the horizons.
WAHHH I also don't know why certain sentiments kept coming back sometimes.
@.@
I like taking long bus-rides,
going to places on my own, listening to music.
Because that really put me in a world of my own that totally absorbs me in a reflective, retrospective mood and atmosphere.
Hmmsie.
I can't stop wondering about all the different people in the world.
The grandeur of exotic landscapes,
and blah blah. HMMMMM
And all I am,
all I'm doing, is being trapped in a state of being stuck in Singapore.Oh my holy JESEUS!!!
;rock YOU.
12:36 PM
