what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.
mine is you.
i like fridays, rainy days, proud cats, black & white photographs, children's books, short stories and movies that most people would never see. Music serves me justice on sad days (Adele, The Kooks, Mumford & Sons are gems) and genuine smiles are a must-have.
black out and robbed
8:46:00 AMbop to the top
Monday, October 31, 2005
had one of the more exciting nights/mornings ever. at 12am sunday night/morning, my family party headed off to Johore with the hopes of buying some stuff for hari raya and to eat before we start fasting a few hours later.
and so we were off, through immigration, watched movies in the car. got to the bazaar at around 2am but there were still truckloads of people all over the place. when my auntie went into a huge cluttered shop to buy, of all things, clogs, all of us congregated around her in time for the whole damn place to BLACK OUT. apparently, this hasn't happened before judging from the uproar it caused. but good riddance to the irritating DJ who had been talking non-stop over the blaring background noise of music over the PA system.
maybe it's because i've been in a 'black out' situation too many times before that i calmly and immediately whipped out my handphone like as though nothing was amiss.
the generator finally came through though.
when we got to the hawker centre, the whole place had no way to get the fire started in the stoves to cook the food. water wasn't even flowing in the taps. perhaps it's a precautionary measure but it was pretty amusing watching one of the guys attending to us screaming our orders to the various stalls and finding out that there was relatively nothing to eat. my cousin was infinitely convinced that they were using candles to cook. how we ended up eating countless plates of fried rice and porridge and tastes-like-maggie-mee-tom yam soup, was beyond me.
and then, my dad got ROBBED.
so there he was, happily pumping gas into the car, his bag of m'sian money happily placed on top of the boot, when out of nowhere, a guy on a motorcycle chugs past and swipes the bag. oddly enough, my dad didn't just hose the guy down with the gas pump; was probably shocked. when realisation suddenly dawned on him, he started to chase the idiot down but it was too late, that idiot sped off.
now, why termed an idiot when he managed to get away with the money?
that's cos my cousins saw another suspicious pair of motorcycles circling the area afterwards- which i assume has the idiot on one of them- and when they saw my cuz, they made an obviously abrubt U-turn and went to the food stalls next door. none of us could actually definitely point out the idiot so barging over next door with the police would hardly be the best idea.
the good thing was that there was only about S$50 in the bag and we've already made our purchases.
but there were still things which irked me.
one was that it's the fasting month for goodness sake, a month where retribution would be even greater for those doing either good or horrible horrible horrible deeds.
two was that i'm irritated that the gas attendents didn't caution us. we found out later that the motorcycle idiots have struck on s'porean cars before and that they've been a familiar feature to the gas station.
i pray that they'll get severe diarrhoa and have their insides turned in and out and wake up one morning to find their tongue disgustingly swollen if they try to use the money.
got home at about 7am. woke up 2 hours later and started feverishly baking choc chip cookies.
tastes pretty damn good.
listening to rebel heart, an instrumental piece of celtic music by the Corrs.
i'm a sucker for all things irish. i find them incredibly fascinating with their folk lores and traditions and relatively violent and hard history.
ohkay. now i really sound like i'm studying them like specimens through a microscope. sorry.