*bits & pieces*

1. the other day, i had a talk with a lady..we started talking about things in general and then she started talking about her daughter. it was surprising yet not surprising. cant explain. the behaviour of youths is unpredictable so much so that it has become predictable? doesnt matter what sort of background i figured, it just take some twist somewhere in the environment or the storyline and our youths are susceptible to their moments of madness. we were there once, werent we?

2. yesterday on the train ride to work, there was a guy a few seats from me who started talking to himself. at first it was some inane mumbo jumbo then he started spewing some vulgarities. i was too lazy to move seat. and i was rooted there partly coz i had a tiny fear if i did he would be aware of it even in his mad state and start to target me. irrational fear. coz then i wondered as much as i feared for me i think he will have more to fear for himself.

this morning's train ride was equally interesting. an encounter with a snorer. it was funny coz his snores was so loud i think people from the other end of the carriage could probably hear him too.

3. my family's experience with the quiessential air kathira tis ramadan has been a hit and miss affair these past weeks. last week i bought a pack and it was masam by the time we took it during buka ie. dah basi, it had turned sour and bad. and the other day we tried our luck at another stall. it dissapointed us as well coz the kathira didnt taste like kathira.. it tasted powdery! hah! i suppose they had used powdered milk as a substitute. we did have one good one last week. and my mum kept telling me to go to that stall to get the kathira..so it's my fault lah i wanted to experiment with different stalls..but dissapointing kathira experience so far now has reformed me. i now know which one to get mine from.


4. we went to bussorah st to buy some kueh yesterday and we walked past pahang st and past the old chungcheng school. that place has changed after being abandoned for so long. when i was young we thought that old school was spooky coz legend had it that one student had committed suicide, jumped down and got him/herself pierced through the sharp rod gates. now there's another type of spook. a big costume company now resides there. the joke we had is that at night they bozos and ghosts are probably having a good haunt party.

5. and i can now officially hum 'big yellow taxi' ...as i walk past the field that used to be my playground...

"they took all the trees
put ’em in a tree museum
and they charged the people
a dollar and a half just to see ’em

don’t it always seem to go
that you don’t know what you’ve got
till it’s gone
they paved paradise
and put up a parking lot"

coz guess what? they ARE building a parking lot! so now it will be known as the parking lot that used to be our playing field. one day i will blog about it..not right now..i may just tear if i do now.