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Monday, November 12

i was flipping through the stack of papers atop the family's old ancient radio yesterday when a scrap piece of paper caught my eye. at the top right hand corner of the paper was a HUGE "PRIMARY 6 MATHEMATICS third edition" and somewhere smack in the middle was this paragraph:

"Live between the shadows of people;
Do not let them overshadow you,
Do not overshadow them yourself,
Where you will be safely placed;
Without approach or reproach."

just as i was having a good laugh about this ridiculously weird paragraph, i spotted the name at the bottom corner of the page, which screams: "seline kok. P6 charity". goodness, so this is what young kids do when they have too much time on their hands- go around thinking up of "philosophical" sayings and then jotting them down. but the thing was that i didnt even remember writing anything like that or why exactly did i write that for.

thinking back though, there is actually some truth in that short paragraph which i wrote back then. its amazing how kids can see the world.

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okay. coming back, i think having blue blood is cool. wouldn't it be nice if one day, after you accidentally hurt yourself, blue liquid spew out instead of the cliche red??

hmm, stardust implanted that thought in my head. now the scene of the man with blue blood dying in the comfy wooden bath tub is somehow stuck in my head, for one reason or another.

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oh. saturday was....... how should i put it?

CRAP.

ya, that's the verb/noun/adjective/adverb. CRAP.


mrs doris tan and i actually shared a conversation like this over the phone while she was busy trying to locate us:

dt: im at yishun mrt now. where is yishun town sec?

me: uh, mrs tan, actually you've got the wrong place. yishun town is in sembawang at the holding location...

dt: what? OH DEAR! so how do i get there?

me: its near sembawang mrt.

dt: OH DEAR! how do you get to sembawang mrt??

me:erm. i think you could follow the mrt and drive down. its just one stop away.

dt: OH DEAR!

tick tock tick tock and a few minutes pass

dt: i am at sembawang mrt now. how do i get to yishun town??

me: well you erm, drive down sembawang drive, then look around and you'll see canberra sec. look on more, and bingo you see yishun town sec.

dt: oh.

me: ya.

dt: do i turn left, or right, or just go straight? is the school on my left or on my right? should i concentrate on looking for it on my left or on my right?

me: ......

me secretly hangs up. hello. my DAD drove me there. does she think i would go looking out at the surroundings and take note of whether the place was at HER right or HER left? sighs.


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oh anyway, the competition itself was more like a trip down memory lane.................... ....................


yawns. to be continued... tired.