my mum suddenly asked me out to holland village yestdae. at first i thoughy, "
WAH LAO! SO FAR!". on second thought, why not? i hafnt been there in a long time. used to visit that plc often cuz i stayed in clementi. she insisted on taking the bus which i strongly disagreed. bus? on a sat? that goes through orchard? no way hozay. so mrt it was.
what i didnt know was that yestdae was the ndp preview for P5 kids. normally, these kids would take the chartered bus from their school. but who's ever heard/seen these P5 kids in a grp, more like an excursion group gathering inside the mrt station, sitting down with their teachers with a stick banner bearing the name of their school? pretty crap isnt it? inside the mrt were other schools too, which made sweat smelled stronger and worser, and felt like there was no air-con. i mean c'mon, what if a kid got left behind in the train because there were too many pple, or got kidnapped(choy!) ..? wont it be hard? its total crap i tell ya. lucky, they all got down at city hall.
we dropped down at buona vista. and i kind forgot which way i walked to holland v before. while looking up at the top of the stairs, i saw a duck walking about. you know, a duck that looks like joey's from friends? how cute is that?! at the same time i wondered, where did it come from sia?
we took the underpass and there was this busker singing latin/spanish/french songs, i'm not too sure. and his son was sitting at his guitar case. while mom was digging out coins in her bag to donate, i saw a guy upfront put money in the case and walked off. when he left, the kid raised up his hand, like as though saying
"EH KUA SIMI KUA?!". like picking a fight. like anak metropolitan. like wth? but the kid was cute though. i was like thinking its good enough that guy donated some money, but whats with the kid? i silently hoped that mom wouldnt ask me to help her put in the coins, cuz who knew that kid might run up to me and beat me like as though it hurts, or pull my skirt, or taunt me even. haha..
but still, yes my mum asked me to put in. and i did. afterall, its donation baby. its for a good cause right? when i put it in, that kid raised up his hand and i just walked off, thinking that he's gonna do it to everyone and anyone.
what i didnt know was, his father(the busker) told his son to shake hands with us in the midst of his singing. he was probably malay, im not too sure. since i just walked off, he went over to my mom and shook her hand. and then my mom called me and i turned back. that kid just ran up to me and shook my hand, and then he hugged me! aaaaaawwwwwwwwww so cute sia! then he ran to my mum and hugged her as well. well okay, that kid hasn't a screw loose. so i was wrong. and then he turned to me, smiled and waved goodbye. ahhhh so cute!
a good strategy to get donations, but what the hell anyway right?
**************************************************
im pretty sick of telling people about it again and again. it's neverending. i may seem totally ok, but im actually trying hard not to show wats really happening. people, you're not helping by saying it feels like an empty hole now. yeah i may appear to laugh at that 'joke', but secretly i'm wishing i was strangling you.
i dont think i will ever get what i want. omens or not, premonitions or not, they're just a bunch of crap.