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read between the lines
the day thus far the day thus far has been, woah....bad.my friend fell sick and cancelled our outing for the umpteenth time. so nevermind, i decided to go ahead with the movie, since i was already planning to watch it anyway, with or without her. saw chronicles of narnia...which did not meet up to my expectations, me being an avid fan of the books. but that's not the bad part, cos well...it wasn't lousy per se, but i do believe the way the script was written (not the book) could have been better. and more could have been done to differentiate narnian clothing from the ones in lord of the rings. and then i found my allowance had been stolen from my wallet. i won't mention the sum here but it was quite a sum, since it was for the whole month. i knew i put the money in my wallet yesterday, and there it was all gone as i was paying up. somehow i suspect it fell out when i was trying to extract my wad of loose notes to pay up for the movie in the midst of the busy noon crowd. darn me. the rest of the day could only get worse. after the movie i decided to take a cab home and work on my school project (that's another headache i'll mention later). so i come out, and it's drizzling. i couldn't find a cab at all four corners of outside the building. there were throngs of people everywhere, rushing for taxis. began to suddenly appreciate the vastness of choice in cinemas in singapore compared to this. for all its perks, the building which housed this cinema has no taxi stand; it usually just had places allotted to taxis to park. but the rain and the resulting jam had driven them away and now the ratio of taxis for every person was very low. so i went to the next building, which had a grimy taxi stand and double the potential passengers (because they came from both buildings), but after waiting for a while in a long line i had a taxi drive by really fast and strategically splash water exactly at where my dog-bite wound was (see second next paragraph), not to mention all over my slippers and bottom of my slacks, so i immediately left the place in search of better places to hail cabs. it continued drizzling. i walked as far as near customs for a stupid taxi but over there all i found was the jb-to-singapore drivers cos the jb ones had been all snapped up. that's how crowded town was today. my leg started aching. i thought it healed but apparently i spoke too soon. to fill you in, i got bitten by my dog, the fierce one, again on monday, long story, but it was more serious than usual. did not come to school tuesday because i couldn't walk, and the rest of the days i've been walking around campus like mad-eye moody. friday started to show some promise, cos i could walk almost properly though i couldn't walk fast yet, so i thought today it'd be alright. but i was wrong. so i tried calling people up for transport. i started first with my dad, but for some reason the stupid reception (or was it my stupid phone?) was so bad that everytime he called, he couldn't hear what i was saying and i was just wasting my credit away, which was already kinda low. then i called anyone whom i knew had a car. that didn't work out too. if this was a movie i would put all the shots for these paragraphs together and flash them at a speed fast enough to make it look like a fast-paced montage, complete with white flashes to separate each scene. and what do you get when you flash several shots at one time? a cumulation of things, a sense of urgency, feeling rushed, stressed. that's what i felt: i can't get a cab. the stupid taxi driver splashed muddy water onto my dog-bite wound. i've been walking in heavy drizzle for half an hour. my leg hurts. my stupid phone (or its reception) can't work, people on the line can't hear me. my credit's running low and people still can't hear me on the other side of the line. please forgive me, god, but in this time of pressed crisis, the minute the last useless call ended i muttered the f word under my breath. it just came out involuntarily. and then i hit the phone, shut it off, turned it on again, tried it and kept on trying it until my dad on the line could hear me, while praying all the while. yes, yes, i know, interesting how the tongue can spout a fountain of poison one minute and words as sweet as honey the next. finally it worked. so i trudged back to the building from which i came out of, which was by now a few minutes away. went into mcdonald's, sat down and rested my poor leg, and stoned there for about half an hour while my dad braved the town traffic jam for me. thank god he didn't scold me or anything the whole time. i really thought he was going to say something sarcastically cutting as usual, which was why i was initially reluctant to call him in the first place. sadly, my family is not the first group of people i run to when i need help. it's always been that way. i just have to accept it. it's one of those things which is ironically true for most youth these days. we need to be better parents to our kids next time. came home, exercised my right to sleep as a form of escapism, had late dinner with slightly troubled tummy and then started on my school project...which up till now has only recently had part of it solved. techies, you'll laugh at me, but i've forgotten how to do flash. |
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