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forlorn hopes 20060114
yesterday: it was a shocking revelation to noe tt i had an uncle with leprosy. All this while i tot that i had only those uncles whom ive acknowledged, laughed, cried and ignored. I never knew that he existed once in my life. Even then it was a short-lived existence.
he ever came to my grandma's house for a short visit. that was what my mum pointed out. i didnt even realise he actually came.
tts not the bottomline.
my mum was flipping the channels when she came across my uncle in tv1..a malaysian channel.
it was featuring about the lives of those in the rehabilitation ctr for leprosy ppl. I was so in disbelief.
he mentioned something abt not wanting to trouble his family and tts why he chose to stay there despite of his recovery. in a matter of seconds my mum broke down to tears. haish..
i joined in. it was even sadder to noe tt hes not married. hes looking great in his mids.
now hes working there as he has no family of his own and found it pointless to come back for a family reunion. like he saed he didnt want to trouble the family.
this time my mum was shedding even more tears. She misses her brother. very much.
it was even painful to noe how long he had to put up in that rehabilitation ctr for yrs without any contact with the outside world or just simple gestures like hi or have u eaten frm other beings aside those in the ctr.
hours move to minutes,
n ur seconds away,
trying to avoid,
n theres no doubt theres one thing i can do nothing at all.
all that are just distractions,
im tired enough,
retrace the steps as if we forgot,
just ask the questions,
pls say ure ok,
n not falling frm grace.
reach out to be reached for,
n there u lay forlorn,
trying to avoid,
the every truth,
the every lies,
tt life ushers.
seeking solace,
in every turn,
in every bend,
only to come round,
to where u began.
my emotional qoutient ranks highly of itself.
i cant stand Mr "cultured" Humpty-Dumpty nimore. He's got a bad humour and yet he tinks hes outrageously hilarious. Whatmore,he seems to revel in on all the supportive rolls of laughter everytime he turned into a roaring ball of joy which seemed to amuse a lot of ppl. Hurhur, how delightful. It is so annoying when he thinks tt his sarcasm and jokes are strikingly congenial. Heh. His jokes are in simple terms, LAME.
He has this very outlandish laughter, one tt seems to be reverberating from the stomach and this queer habit of brushing the bridge of his nose with his index finger. Its distracting. He takes a dig on Pulau Ubin as tho its London, not tt theres aniting to sae abt tis island at all. All i noe his favourite island of Pulau Ubin is a striking resemblance of his bald head.
He always brings us aboard to trips there while we 3 musketeers are still in our sub-conscious minds. Hes so utterly bothered by the underlying fact tt Lavender mrt stn is at Kallang and Kallang mrt stn is at Geylang. Afterwhich, he will take us on a rebound trip to another favourite island of his, the Jurong Industrial Island.
And then he will attempt to launch his probe into ppl's income taxes to prove his point on poverty.
How astonishingly prolific my GP lessons are going to be if this prolong.
My GP grades are going to improve by leaps and bounds.
Until now, hes still going on strong with his compre passage on city planning. after 2 weeks and 2 lessons in a wk. Until this mon.
I seriously feel tt he ever aspired to be an architect. But he was too cocky to be one. maybe tts why. niwae wat does city planning gotta do with poverty? or maybe hes still stuck in a jet lag back frm London. thinking the big clock on Trafalgar Square will stand still during his lessons. tt tentative test of urs is not gonna bring us all far. Ure wasting big time. Big time. as big as the clock on Trafalgar Square. as fast as all the watches in Switzerland ticks.
sometimes it doesnt take much to amuse. just by being jiggly and all fair, tt will do.
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yesterday: it was a shocking revelation to noe tt i had an uncle with leprosy. All this while i tot that i had only those uncles whom ive acknowledged, laughed, cried and ignored. I never knew that he existed once in my life. Even then it was a short-lived existence.
he ever came to my grandma's house for a short visit. that was what my mum pointed out. i didnt even realise he actually came.
tts not the bottomline.
my mum was flipping the channels when she came across my uncle in tv1..a malaysian channel.
it was featuring about the lives of those in the rehabilitation ctr for leprosy ppl. I was so in disbelief.
he mentioned something abt not wanting to trouble his family and tts why he chose to stay there despite of his recovery. in a matter of seconds my mum broke down to tears. haish..
i joined in. it was even sadder to noe tt hes not married. hes looking great in his mids.
now hes working there as he has no family of his own and found it pointless to come back for a family reunion. like he saed he didnt want to trouble the family.
this time my mum was shedding even more tears. She misses her brother. very much.
it was even painful to noe how long he had to put up in that rehabilitation ctr for yrs without any contact with the outside world or just simple gestures like hi or have u eaten frm other beings aside those in the ctr.
hours move to minutes,
n ur seconds away,
trying to avoid,
n theres no doubt theres one thing i can do nothing at all.
all that are just distractions,
im tired enough,
retrace the steps as if we forgot,
just ask the questions,
pls say ure ok,
n not falling frm grace.
reach out to be reached for,
n there u lay forlorn,
trying to avoid,
the every truth,
the every lies,
tt life ushers.
seeking solace,
in every turn,
in every bend,
only to come round,
to where u began.
my emotional qoutient ranks highly of itself.
i cant stand Mr "cultured" Humpty-Dumpty nimore. He's got a bad humour and yet he tinks hes outrageously hilarious. Whatmore,he seems to revel in on all the supportive rolls of laughter everytime he turned into a roaring ball of joy which seemed to amuse a lot of ppl. Hurhur, how delightful. It is so annoying when he thinks tt his sarcasm and jokes are strikingly congenial. Heh. His jokes are in simple terms, LAME.
He has this very outlandish laughter, one tt seems to be reverberating from the stomach and this queer habit of brushing the bridge of his nose with his index finger. Its distracting. He takes a dig on Pulau Ubin as tho its London, not tt theres aniting to sae abt tis island at all. All i noe his favourite island of Pulau Ubin is a striking resemblance of his bald head.
He always brings us aboard to trips there while we 3 musketeers are still in our sub-conscious minds. Hes so utterly bothered by the underlying fact tt Lavender mrt stn is at Kallang and Kallang mrt stn is at Geylang. Afterwhich, he will take us on a rebound trip to another favourite island of his, the Jurong Industrial Island.
And then he will attempt to launch his probe into ppl's income taxes to prove his point on poverty.
How astonishingly prolific my GP lessons are going to be if this prolong.
My GP grades are going to improve by leaps and bounds.
Until now, hes still going on strong with his compre passage on city planning. after 2 weeks and 2 lessons in a wk. Until this mon.
I seriously feel tt he ever aspired to be an architect. But he was too cocky to be one. maybe tts why. niwae wat does city planning gotta do with poverty? or maybe hes still stuck in a jet lag back frm London. thinking the big clock on Trafalgar Square will stand still during his lessons. tt tentative test of urs is not gonna bring us all far. Ure wasting big time. Big time. as big as the clock on Trafalgar Square. as fast as all the watches in Switzerland ticks.
sometimes it doesnt take much to amuse. just by being jiggly and all fair, tt will do.
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