Sunday, 3 May 2009

Neighbours got hounded by loansharks recently. Since as guarantor, they would be hounded when the one who borrowed ran. In this case, one of their friend. So far they threw smelly eggs, scrawed their address on walls, and poured paint. They ran for now, the family, but they will be back, they know it.
Saw one of them teens doing it today. Didn't do anything. I'm mad, not that the neighbour had borrowed money, but because I hadn't the balls to go do anything about it. He's right there, a orange-tee teen, (no older than me?) with orange hairdo. And I didn't bother to retaliate. I'm mad at myself, and next time, if I see them, I would seriously think of chasing them away. But through peaceful methods first, perhaps. Plain brute force will never break the endless cycles of revenge. But would I be gentlemanly enough to do that?


English and chinese exam, think can ah. But the MYEs suck.

Watched a chinese musical on Labour Day at the Central Library. They only opened the top few and basement levels only though. Lee Kong Chian Reference Library is closed, all dark. Would have been interesting to be there. The lift would only get you up to level 5, and after the musical ended, only level 1. Bah. The show's interesting, got sing song, got strong cast, and storyline love and life. Something tells me though, that there's a more underlying message for those who could understand it better...
Oh ya, dinner's at the Old (Chee Kee?) Hainanese Chicken Rice shop, just across the street from the Central Library. Dad said it had moved from where it used to be, replaced by education centres. Its old site was only a few streets away. And the site of his old primary school, is now replaced by a hotel. You could see a Shaw Building from the old site. I think it's the one where it currently is a pub, but about to be renovated to become a cinema once again. The chicken rice is nice, better than the hawker ones. The rice is not as dry, chicken's cool and easy to chew, and their dishes are good. Whether this new shop is the same as the old one, I don't know. Names come and go whenever a move takes place.

I like spying on others. They attracted me to them with their chatters anyway. At night, it does not take much to be heard. Why there ere still teenagers out on the streets, I don't know. It was going to rain, even if it's going on far away. Cats are prowling about the mosque too. One was up on the trees, while another was trying to climb it. Time passed, and the rain is getting closer; you can't see it, but you can hear the thunder getting louder, closer, the flashes of lightning brighter. Sometimes they get so bright, or close enough, that they illuminate the ground like daylight for that brief second. Marvellous. You could even feel the waves of thunder through the wooden door.

And I saw, finally my wish was granted: It started as a sudden gush of wind. Then, I saw the rain falling across the streets. First time I managed to see rain falling metres away from me. The wind got stronger, the thunder louder, and I know the rain is rushing over to me, and in a blink of an eye, rain is pelting on my windows.





Pity it was a night, or was it? Next time, I want to see my old wish come true: Rain on your left, dryness on your right. Right in the middle of the two. That would be fun.