tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73868354586025206082012-02-17T11:14:31.242+08:00dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747486444915099814noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386835458602520608.post-61563146017747281852009-07-03T14:07:00.003+08:002009-07-03T14:15:02.424+08:00He stays at home<br />Wandering like a ghost<br />Not knowing what to hold<br />Time has no significance<br />Like sand through the hour glass<br />He sleeps<br />Day in day out<br /><br />Occasionally<br />He wanders with eyes wide open<br />But those glassy eyes<br />Belie the emptiness within<br />What is it? You think<br /><br />The scratching starts<br />Starts from one part<br />You try to shut your senses<br />But the scratching starts<br />So there is no running<br />You wait<br />For the sound to fade<br /><br />Yes...<br />The shadow drifts<br />Back to the hollow field<br />In slumberland<br />Never mind the obvious irritants<br />At least there is peace<br />For now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386835458602520608-6156314601774728185?l=dadasmutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747486444915099814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386835458602520608.post-79738268240916667942009-06-30T22:37:00.002+08:002009-06-30T22:40:20.159+08:00Tonight, the sensation returns.<br />To haunt.<br />The cold enamel,<br />The flat cutting edge (what an irony),<br />Like the whiff of cheap durian from right-side neighbour,<br />The irritating worm-wriggling pain,<br />Starts.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386835458602520608-7973826824091666794?l=dadasmutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747486444915099814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386835458602520608.post-73059034640983407612009-02-21T17:51:00.002+08:002009-02-21T18:21:42.400+08:00Date. 21 February 2009. Time. 3.10pm. Venue. Bukit Panjang Plaza T-junction.<br /><br />It was pouring. Another unpredictable humid rainy day in Singapore. (Actually, it rained a while ago and stopped, so it's not THAT unpredictable coz the sky was still an overcast.)<br /><br />I was stubborn and left my brolly at home. After all, it's just a 7-minute walk to the Bukit Panjang Plaza from my home. Boy oh boy, was I wrong or too gung-ho. I was drenched and waiting under a corner of the LRT track for the darn traffic light to turn green at the T-junction. Two women with umbrellas stood next to me - one Chinese and one Malay. Both started crosing the road when the light turned green. I made a beeline across the flooded road as the green man flickered.<br /><br />My cheap flip-flops were soaking in all the dirty water and just as I stepped into a puddle and passed the shoulder of the Malay young lady, she saw me. What happened next was completely unexpected.<br /><br />"Eh?" She exclaimed and immediately moved closer, bringing HER umbrella above my head. At the same time, she grabbed my waist gently and held me close to her - so that more of me would be sheltered. All in a split second.<br /><br />To say that I was shocked beyond words is an understatement. I was just a stranger in the rain. And she sheltered me without thinking. What a generous act. I never in my life expected anyone to be this kind. Much less in a mercenary society caught in times of burgeoning economic gloom.<br /><br />Before I could recover from shock, we reached the Bukit Panjang Plaza covered walkway. She released me and said "Goodbye" and I thanked her with a smile. By the time i recovered my composure, I remembered what i forgot. I forgot to ask for her name. All I recalled was her light pink sweater and swift kind act.<br /><br />I can't for the world of me get over what happened. How can anyone be so kind to a complete stranger? I am touched and I believe there is hope for Singapore, despite the selfish majority. Dear god, please bless the lady and those who are like her. I will strive to live a different life. I want to thank her again and hope that people may read about a gesture that is simple but rarely performed. My life is better today, because I was touched by an angel.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7386835458602520608-7305903464098340761?l=dadasmutterings.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dadahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05747486444915099814noreply@blogger.com1