DO YOU REMEMBER?

Do you remember when i posted this question - How did the cranes go high up there? The top of the marina barrage?

I have got the answer today. From my VERY SERIOUSLY EXTREMELY knowledgeable workmate. I dont know what's he's doing in this shabby call centre Im working at... he was from express, then went ITE, NS, then poly, and now got accepted into NTU, i mean like so darn PRO!!!!

At my workplace, I've found many idols, figures to learn from and of course seen many many facets of life, that without which, i wouldnt have ever came across.

My friend, for one is my ROLE MODEL. Never have i revered someone so much, in awe with all the stories of experience he has got... omg. he demonstrated to me how the cranes were brought right to the top of the MBS!!!! (marina bay sands)... LIKE FINALLY, THE QS I HAVE PONDERED FOR SO LONG HAS GOT AN ANSWER!!!

Im finally enlightend. :)

workplace would be different if anyone of you leaves....

ay.

When I'm distraught, I....
just wanna ride in a lone train or bus journey home, and let the wheeze of the bus bring out my thoughts, my jumbled thoughts. I swang on the swing, hoping it would lift my spirits, but the kid cried instead, that i had taken the swing (her swing) beside the other empty swing.
I just wanna be alone, and i feel so ironically lonely, even though there's so much fun and laughter around me, all the jovial happy-go-lucky, normal friends around me. Making me feel so different, and immature. When - i couldnt grasp my thoughts, and let them jumble up all my emotions.

talking to someone new is just so fun, you hold no grudges, no guilt towards that person, and that's how a friendship starts, its like, instantaneous happiness. but when you know someone better and share thoughts, sometimes the truth hurts and there's like awkwardness and its just not the same anymore.
But you know when you commit the foolishness yourself, ay.starsplash.

A visit to AMKSS with beloved cheryl tan, hash! Met old teachers, some teachers never change, well, its just Them, right? The same old self -opiniated form teacher, the ever so welcoming and enthusiastic math teacher Ms Ng, my motherly home economics teacher Mrs Yeo, the 'powerful' Mr Siva, the friendly Bookshop auntie who still remembers me... and and. the canteen drink stall aunty remembers Cheryl Tan!!!! OMG!. My favourite teacher Mrs Chung was .. absent... Its so nice to stroll back there, and CT intended to walk in to Mr Tan Chee Siong's (principal) office to chat but he wasnt around.. LOL, Brave Hash!

AMKSS is still as lovely, though it has become so distant, its where the seeds of my growth happiness sprouted. And, it always welcomes us with open arms, I hope it'll last :)

ay//

Its my first completed phone survey in Hokkien today with an elderly uncle. and he was so cute, filled me brimming with confidence when my past50 hokkien standard could complete an entire survey with him at work!! :) its really a sense of achievement and I'm really proud of ay.starsplash, and of course the kampong village I've spent my childhood years in my late grams house at Kallang!! haha.


I think i might go eccentric one day; schizophrenic, perhaps, if i continue to ponder deep and true into past incidences, causes, reasons behind happenings around me. At work a male colleague mentioned about a respondent having majored in social work in uni .. and their shielded scorns makes me - after much recalling of the incident - see their ignorance. maybe, yea yea, he's a guy, gotta earn big bucks to head the household.. but oh, whatever. its the pure heart of one majoring in social work that earns my respect. and then i pondered over whether schools can indeed instill into its students the spirit of community service. I admit to being 'forced' into constant community work as President of RC in NY and i had to gather all my manpower to help out in the almost weekly events, but. Ive enjoyed and learnt empathy, to keep my humanity alive in the past 2 years mugging.
Yesterday was 0802 gathering!! But ironically, i met GREENY friends JJ, Guanyi and Surong separately at 3 different locations in singapore! haha.. Is it a small world after all? somehow or rather, i feel that my classmates are so intellectual, and my workmates seem to still be in play land... The jokes at work make everyday seem like a replica of each day. So am i to continue with my 'mona-lisa' smile too?
My first cuppa Starbucks Dark Mocha with 0802 ytd!! tell me, do Java Chips leave a sour aftertaste??

sometimes we forget the gift of thoughts.
reading books relinquish the gift of word-expression in me i've almost lost.

escapance or Oh, WHATEVER.

when the PLAY gets out of hand, you dont know what I'll become.

working at the call centre doing government surveys,i've come to see many facets of society. those who slog day and night to earn big bucks, like a professor from a local Uni, who still returns to his office after dinner time.. oh man, where is the love? and I have witnessed the vulnerability of society, innocent young children - though as big as secondary school - naiively revealing all their family particulars to me, a complete stranger whom they have failed to verify my identity with. I'm exceptionally horrified with how these young children so simply reply "okay", to my request for them to complete the _______ survey which i am conducting. My heart squirms, whenever they accede to my request in the absence of their parents, for the imminent risks of society infiltrates into my frame of mind. Their parents aint home, i know your household details and salary, so what next? I can appoach your home now. Can you sense the lurking pessimism of society?

Why do jokes go out of hand? is there a thing called limit? Sometimes it really makes me ponder whether i indeed make a mockery of myself, or that I am simply humorous to hang out with... though i doubt any. For a completely different set of jokes set in in my many different stages of life? Since primary school, yea, so many different.. ahem.. versions of my name - ANNA -, and then in secondary for my chinese pronounciation that seriously couldnt make it, and then the big hooha that dragged on for 4 years over someone and then in JC and now, Im so innocently enmeshed into the web of... 'pseudo' tales my colleagues have so creatively woven, to connect me with everyone who might have a nickname in the office.
Somebody asked me recently what do I do when i get disturbed, and guess what I replied? I simply smile it off. Yes I do that, if you are my friend. and if you KNOW me, you would have tasted my Ultimate Diao, if you were my most precious friends to hurt me.
I know now, this makes me so fatigued, pretending Im fine with it all, anyway, just a prop for their entertainment right? But i seriously dont know how to cope with the same old repetitive story day after day after day after day after day anymore. One story that goes into greater detail with every day.
Dont. Dont make me turn nasty. Dont make me start shunning away.

I know what YOU are doing. I know why you did it for. You seem to be a visible stalker. Oh please, just go away.




Dad is forgetting things.
I want mum to know that I too, am worried.



Dear Guanyi is returning to his china hometown soon. Greeny Gang, we got to send him off together. Its a reluctant feeling.

Hey, and does my face read that I am from Girl Guides? Or do i really resemble one, girly-girly, slacky-slacky? When i know that i am not. When i have eventually become President of Red Cross in JC. Do i seem like a sporty girl? Oh man. That I am not. and Kiddo voice tells it all? haha. maybe its my dressing. and oh no, my handwriting is bad. amongst the gal friends at least. its a terrible thing, i must say, to be RUDELY Awakened to the truth. Humphzzz. its a happy feeling to make so many new friends at work, - the more mature and older- friends, and learning about each and everyone of them is like trying to piece together each new piece of the puzzle.. having to pick up trails of their knowledge here and there:) do i seem like i keep retorting someone? and do i play so childishly without qualms, when my friend and I give each a nickname.. there's, kelong boy, matrix, oily guy, oily girl, Pokky, sasquatch, fuzzy, ktv guy, sweet guy, fairy godmother, ......... i feel I'm just drifting in my own sensely haven. Uni seems to be a dread and such a gigantic transition to be. The temporary creature comforts somehow still seem to blanket the tiny life's treasures.
Its totally fine going out alone, right?? :)



(like it takes eons to decipher the code of THEM)
(and oh well, just the repetitive smiles and laughters and jokes, day in day out)
(crack your brain, scanning through all your contacts, looking for one person)
(who will stop, and stare, with you).
(what if, an outing with a best mate; becomes a grown-up lecture session)
(maybe, just go where my legs'll take me, but they bring me home)
(peace, with something missing eh.)