1. I once walked up behind my sister to her room, put my head beside hers while she was typing away at MSN. I watched her type for a minute or so, then I asked her something. She jumped.
2. I was walking behind a man downstairs of my block, and I had followed on his heels for about 10 metres or so. Upon reaching a short flight of stairs leading to the lift lobby, I impatiently stomped up the stairs. He quickly spun around and stepped aside, murmuring an apology.
3. I saw a cat lazing by the side of the pavement, eyes wide open. It was only when I reached an arms' length within it, did it quickly turn and realise I was so close. It bolted away.
However, the fat cat that lives 3 units away from me, same storey, can hear me 10 metres away. Normally when I see it, it is already looking at me.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
The Gossip-mongers
I was waiting for a lift up at my block of flats. There was a man, with two women already waiting at the lift. The two women looked seemingly similar in looks (it's very difficult to determined whether they were twins due to both of them looking like they were in their late 30s/early 40s).
Lift comes, the four of us enter the lift. I was the last to enter the lift (hence I was standing at the door). I pressed my floor, they pressed for the 9th storey.
From the way they conversed, it was obvious they were working colleagues. They talked in standard English, about their life and recent happenings, which I've already forgotten.
Lift arrives at 9th storey, door opens. I stand to one side.
Pause.
Nobody gets out.
I press the button for the doors to close.
Reaching my destination, I got out of the lift, leaving the weird people behind in the lift.
What's wrong with them.
PS: If there were no more buttons pressed, the lift would supposedly stay on the current floor, until somebody else from the outside, presses the lift button.
Lift comes, the four of us enter the lift. I was the last to enter the lift (hence I was standing at the door). I pressed my floor, they pressed for the 9th storey.
From the way they conversed, it was obvious they were working colleagues. They talked in standard English, about their life and recent happenings, which I've already forgotten.
Lift arrives at 9th storey, door opens. I stand to one side.
Pause.
Nobody gets out.
I press the button for the doors to close.
Reaching my destination, I got out of the lift, leaving the weird people behind in the lift.
What's wrong with them.
PS: If there were no more buttons pressed, the lift would supposedly stay on the current floor, until somebody else from the outside, presses the lift button.
On The Bus... #4
Why is it that when you board a crowded bus, and see a free seat (2 together, not just 1 free seat), it's only one of the below scenarios:
1. The seat is still warm, from the person who just alighted at the same stop or the stop before you.
2. The air-con is leaking, or the roof of the bus is leaking during a rainy day. The seat is wet.
3. There is/are <insert any disgusting object> on the floor of the seat. Or, the seat is stained with some unknown sticky, disgusting, foul substance.
I wonder when will the day come when the below reason is the only one that causes a free seat (again, 2 seats together, not just 1 free seat) to appear:
1. The passengers on the bus are loading in from the back of the bus leaving the free seats consolidated, and free, of course.
1. The seat is still warm, from the person who just alighted at the same stop or the stop before you.
2. The air-con is leaking, or the roof of the bus is leaking during a rainy day. The seat is wet.
3. There is/are <insert any disgusting object> on the floor of the seat. Or, the seat is stained with some unknown sticky, disgusting, foul substance.
I wonder when will the day come when the below reason is the only one that causes a free seat (again, 2 seats together, not just 1 free seat) to appear:
1. The passengers on the bus are loading in from the back of the bus leaving the free seats consolidated, and free, of course.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Facts Of Life Which You Didn't Know, #1
Most blind people do not like you to put an arm around their shoulder, or take hold of their hands to guide them to where they wish to go.
They will simply pull away from you, relying on their walking stick or cane instead.
Even if you ask nicely where they wish to go, they will most likely tell you "I'm fine, I can go there myself".
It is not because of the post before this ("The Blind Man At The Bus Stop") that I have come to this conclusion. I myself have *attempted* to help quite a few "visually handicapped" people. I wouldn't say it's a lot, but I probably still need two hands to count them. I call that "quite a few" because I know most people for one just take a detour when they spot one of these needy people in their path.
Maybe this is a natural defensive stance that they have learnt to take up. Maybe they do not like people to help them, and show themselves as really "needy". Maybe they just are just trying to be strong.
They will simply pull away from you, relying on their walking stick or cane instead.
Even if you ask nicely where they wish to go, they will most likely tell you "I'm fine, I can go there myself".
It is not because of the post before this ("The Blind Man At The Bus Stop") that I have come to this conclusion. I myself have *attempted* to help quite a few "visually handicapped" people. I wouldn't say it's a lot, but I probably still need two hands to count them. I call that "quite a few" because I know most people for one just take a detour when they spot one of these needy people in their path.
Maybe this is a natural defensive stance that they have learnt to take up. Maybe they do not like people to help them, and show themselves as really "needy". Maybe they just are just trying to be strong.
The Blind Man At The Bus Stop
One night, there was a blind man who made his way across an overhead bridge to a bus-stop to wait for a bus. He had a cane with him, and was tapping his way around. Upon "feeling" the seats with his cane, he placed his bag onto the seat, and stood there, slanting his head and listening intently to the sound of the traffic that went by.
But a little while before that, a boy tried to grab the blind man's hands and guide him to the seat. He (the boy) was acknowledged with a quick tug away from his grip by the blind man. The blind man eventually still made it to his seat.
I had considered going up to ask the blind man which bus he was waiting for, and helping him to keep a lookout until his bus came (which meant that I would be going home later than usual).
But I didn't. My bus came in a short while, and I boarded it, leaving the blind man to listen to his bus come.
Now don't go pushing any blame to me; let me pose the question back to you readers out there: Would you go all the way to help somebody like this, ALL THE TIME?
Let's just say I wasn't feeling helpful that night; it's not that I don't wish to help him. But sometimes their defensive stances (like pulling away from the guiding hand) simply turn me off.
But a little while before that, a boy tried to grab the blind man's hands and guide him to the seat. He (the boy) was acknowledged with a quick tug away from his grip by the blind man. The blind man eventually still made it to his seat.
I had considered going up to ask the blind man which bus he was waiting for, and helping him to keep a lookout until his bus came (which meant that I would be going home later than usual).
But I didn't. My bus came in a short while, and I boarded it, leaving the blind man to listen to his bus come.
Now don't go pushing any blame to me; let me pose the question back to you readers out there: Would you go all the way to help somebody like this, ALL THE TIME?
Let's just say I wasn't feeling helpful that night; it's not that I don't wish to help him. But sometimes their defensive stances (like pulling away from the guiding hand) simply turn me off.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
How To Survive In The Real World, Rule #8
Learn Taijiquan.
More information can be found here: http://www.google.com.sg/search?hl=en&q=taijiquan&spell=1 , courtesy of Google Search Engine.
More information can be found here: http://www.google.com.sg/search?hl=en&q=taijiquan&spell=1 , courtesy of Google Search Engine.
The Annoying Waiting Game...
We all play the waiting game. Maybe we don't notice it, but the below most probably applied to you once or more in your life.
1. You've been standing at the bus-stop for more than 15 mins, and you wonder when the bus is coming. You know you're not taking a bus from the countryside (think bus service 175), moreoever you're paying *good* money (fare hikes anybody?) to the bus company to take a ride.
When the bus comes, it comes in 2's or 3's.
2. You've waited for nearly an hour (or more) since your scheduled appointment time with your doctor at the polyclinic/hospital (*Note: Government medical facilities). When it's finally your turn, you head straight in.
And then you come out less than 5 mins later. You notice the next guy goes in after waiting for less than 15 mins since his scheduled appointment time.
3. You arrived at the restaurant for the wedding dinner at 7:30pm sharp, but the dinner doesn't begin until 9pm.
And when the dishes are served, they are served with such blazing speed that you wonder how you ever managed to down that 10-course meal in less than 2 hours.
4. You think of buying something which you've really wanted for a very long time. When you hit the streets to look for it, stocks have run out in nearly every store you go too. "You'd have to wait until next Wednesday before stocks arrive."
Makes you wonder if it's a conspiracy against yourself.
1. You've been standing at the bus-stop for more than 15 mins, and you wonder when the bus is coming. You know you're not taking a bus from the countryside (think bus service 175), moreoever you're paying *good* money (fare hikes anybody?) to the bus company to take a ride.
When the bus comes, it comes in 2's or 3's.
2. You've waited for nearly an hour (or more) since your scheduled appointment time with your doctor at the polyclinic/hospital (*Note: Government medical facilities). When it's finally your turn, you head straight in.
And then you come out less than 5 mins later. You notice the next guy goes in after waiting for less than 15 mins since his scheduled appointment time.
3. You arrived at the restaurant for the wedding dinner at 7:30pm sharp, but the dinner doesn't begin until 9pm.
And when the dishes are served, they are served with such blazing speed that you wonder how you ever managed to down that 10-course meal in less than 2 hours.
4. You think of buying something which you've really wanted for a very long time. When you hit the streets to look for it, stocks have run out in nearly every store you go too. "You'd have to wait until next Wednesday before stocks arrive."
Makes you wonder if it's a conspiracy against yourself.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Round The Taxi And In The Face Of Death
Evening run. Reached an unlighted (traffic lights) junction turning into the car-park of my block of flats. A taxi comes out in front of me wanting to turn out, and I round the back of the taxi to clear the junction and resume my run.
The taxi was only beginning to turn out, when this blue Hyundai Matrix takes a fast corner, swerving into the car-park, in my direction.
I had just cleared the line dividing the middle of the road. I stopped in my tracks immediately when a quick glance over my shoulder spotted the car speeding in.
The driver was a fat slob, in his late 20s. He had the audacity to shake his head when he drove past me.
I went in after him, and the fat slob parked his car outside the coffee shop downstairs of my place, so I was not able to do anything.
What's wrong with the fat fuck.
The taxi was only beginning to turn out, when this blue Hyundai Matrix takes a fast corner, swerving into the car-park, in my direction.
I had just cleared the line dividing the middle of the road. I stopped in my tracks immediately when a quick glance over my shoulder spotted the car speeding in.
The driver was a fat slob, in his late 20s. He had the audacity to shake his head when he drove past me.
I went in after him, and the fat slob parked his car outside the coffee shop downstairs of my place, so I was not able to do anything.
What's wrong with the fat fuck.
The Dog And The Piss...
I was walking past a block of flats, round a corner when I saw this little exquisite dog (I'm do not know the breed) taking a leak at the side of the rows of letter boxes.
Rounding the corner, I saw the dog leash in the hands of a middle-aged woman, dressed out with jewelery and make-up. She scolded the dog "Haiyoh! Always pissing anywhere you like aH!"
And following that, she just lead the dog away on the leash, leaving the pool of piss on the floor.
The pool of piss was large enough for her to see her reflection in it.
Rounding the corner, I saw the dog leash in the hands of a middle-aged woman, dressed out with jewelery and make-up. She scolded the dog "Haiyoh! Always pissing anywhere you like aH!"
And following that, she just lead the dog away on the leash, leaving the pool of piss on the floor.
The pool of piss was large enough for her to see her reflection in it.
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