The Importance of Kleenex
Saturday, January 28, 2006
The Importance of Kleenex
Dont want to hear folks chatter
'Cause I know you cheat
Right or wrong,don't matter
When I'm with you,sweet.
Hush now,don't explain
You know you're my joy and you're my pain
My life's yours,love
Don't explain...
"Dont Explain" by Herbie Hancock feat. Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan
First and foremost,happy chinese new year to you guys.To avoid the festive bullshit like i mentioned earlier i took refuge in Orchard shopping for books as well as picking up my six string,which by the way is so bloody nice to play now i swear i can go on through the night playing "St. Patrick's Day" over and over.So sister,watch out.
Only the first day of Chinese New Year and ive already spent nearly three hundred dollars.Lovely(Not nearly as crazy as Ahmad,who spent $235 on a guitar,alone).
1)Guitar action fixed: $150
2)Green Apple favoured Slurpee: $1.50
3)Pastamania: $10+
4)"Wicked" by Gregory Maguire: $29.28
5)"The Shadow of the Wind" by Carlos Ruiz Zafon: $18.85
6)"Gilead" by Marilynne Robinson: $17.33
7)Tiramisu Al Cafe + Mocha Vanilla: $10+
Holy.Shit.
Anyway,so i had a wonderful afternoon with Ahmad and Valerie,so thank you guys for the great company yeah?Too bad we forgot to film Valerie's little venture with the Turkish Delight.That wouldve been an instant classic,truly.
Anyway,before i met up with Ahmad at City Hall i had some time to flip through the books i just bought and today's Today(You know,the newspaper).Ahmad was late,but that was fine with me because i had my Ipod with me and books,so i sat on the staircase next to the escalators to kill time.
As i read i couldnt help but notice on the other side of the railing was a couple,talking loudly to each other.I mean,i had my earpiece on and you guys should know how loud i listen to Coldplay("Politik was on,i couldnt help it).Yeah,it was that loud.I didnt dare to look,so from the corner of my eyes i stared at what the hell the fuss was all about.
The girl was in pink and white,and her hair was neatly tied back.She looked like an average teenager,and from her accent i figured she's chinese.Not just chinese,but chinese from China,you know what i mean.Her boyfriend too,was a chinese from China,but horrendously dressed.I mean,he had a simple T-Shirt,a cargo pants and slippers.Yeah,slippers in the middle of City Hall MRT station.I mean,im not a very fashionable kinda person,but seriously,slippers?
So there they were,talking.But as i remained longer i realised they werent talking,they were arguing about something.I couldnt hear even if i wanted to,because of my music and their accent was heavy.All i caught was "So it is my fault?" from the girl,as she looked through her handbag for something i didnt see.The guy was clearly over twenty,and kept grabbing the girl's arms,spinning her around to look at him.She kept resisting,and he kept pulling.Soon enough,the girl had her head between her knees,and she kept her gaze upon the floor looking into nothingness.The guy kept saying something,but the girl wouldnt listen,and soon enough he lost patience and walked off.
The girl sat alone there,still looking at the ground and there i was listening to Coldplay and reading Today.Okay,i admit.By that time i wasnt really listening to the music,or reading anymore.Perhaps i was a little stunned by what i just witnessed,but oh well.Just to clarify,i was totally innocent when i sat down next to them.I was just a guy killing time with music,waiting for a friend,running late.That is all,i swear.
So she sat there,alone.And after a while she started crying,softly at first then louder.I couldnt see her face,since she kept her head between her knees and her hair fell over her face.I wanted to say something,but i thought that wouldnt have been appropriate.I didnt want to seem nosy,you know?So i thought,perhaps i should give her a pack of Kleenex,to cheer her up somehow?
That's the problem.I didnt have Kleenex.
That wouldve been a perfect moment,you know?A stranger,seeing you crying alone in the crowd,hands you a pack of Kleenex and walks off.
Wow,how bloody poetic would that be?I mean,im not trying to be the hero or anything.But i just felt her pain,i guess.I hated the way the guy just walked off on her like that,the way he kept grabbing her,forcing her to look at him.I just couldnt take the sight of it,i guess.
Oh well,call me busybody or nosy,but i thought that wouldve been a right thing to do.But i didnt,because of a bloody pack of Kleenex that wasnt anywhere to be found at that moment.
Ive learnt two lessons today,from this incident alone:
1)Always bring a pack of Kleenex with you when you go out,because you never know when the air-conditioning is going to screw up and drop to unbearable-Artic-like temperature,and also a crying girl who needs some understanding.
2)Chinese Men are insensitive bastards and have bad fashion sense.Thank God im not a chinese.Im a Taiwanese,and proud of it.
Dont want to hear folks chatter
'Cause I know you cheat
Right or wrong,don't matter
When I'm with you,sweet.
Hush now,don't explain
You know you're my joy and you're my pain
My life's yours,love
Don't explain...
"Dont Explain" by Herbie Hancock feat. Damien Rice and Lisa Hannigan
First and foremost,happy chinese new year to you guys.To avoid the festive bullshit like i mentioned earlier i took refuge in Orchard shopping for books as well as picking up my six string,which by the way is so bloody nice to play now i swear i can go on through the night playing "St. Patrick's Day" over and over.So sister,watch out.
Only the first day of Chinese New Year and ive already spent nearly three hundred dollars.Lovely(Not nearly as crazy as Ahmad,who spent $235 on a guitar,alone).
1)Guitar action fixed: $150
2)Green Apple favoured Slurpee: $1.50
3)Pastamania: $10+
4)"Wicked" by Gregory Maguire: $29.28
5)"The Shadow of the Wind" by Carlos Ruiz Zafon: $18.85
6)"Gilead" by Marilynne Robinson: $17.33
7)Tiramisu Al Cafe + Mocha Vanilla: $10+
Holy.Shit.
Anyway,so i had a wonderful afternoon with Ahmad and Valerie,so thank you guys for the great company yeah?Too bad we forgot to film Valerie's little venture with the Turkish Delight.That wouldve been an instant classic,truly.
Anyway,before i met up with Ahmad at City Hall i had some time to flip through the books i just bought and today's Today(You know,the newspaper).Ahmad was late,but that was fine with me because i had my Ipod with me and books,so i sat on the staircase next to the escalators to kill time.
As i read i couldnt help but notice on the other side of the railing was a couple,talking loudly to each other.I mean,i had my earpiece on and you guys should know how loud i listen to Coldplay("Politik was on,i couldnt help it).Yeah,it was that loud.I didnt dare to look,so from the corner of my eyes i stared at what the hell the fuss was all about.
The girl was in pink and white,and her hair was neatly tied back.She looked like an average teenager,and from her accent i figured she's chinese.Not just chinese,but chinese from China,you know what i mean.Her boyfriend too,was a chinese from China,but horrendously dressed.I mean,he had a simple T-Shirt,a cargo pants and slippers.Yeah,slippers in the middle of City Hall MRT station.I mean,im not a very fashionable kinda person,but seriously,slippers?
So there they were,talking.But as i remained longer i realised they werent talking,they were arguing about something.I couldnt hear even if i wanted to,because of my music and their accent was heavy.All i caught was "So it is my fault?" from the girl,as she looked through her handbag for something i didnt see.The guy was clearly over twenty,and kept grabbing the girl's arms,spinning her around to look at him.She kept resisting,and he kept pulling.Soon enough,the girl had her head between her knees,and she kept her gaze upon the floor looking into nothingness.The guy kept saying something,but the girl wouldnt listen,and soon enough he lost patience and walked off.
The girl sat alone there,still looking at the ground and there i was listening to Coldplay and reading Today.Okay,i admit.By that time i wasnt really listening to the music,or reading anymore.Perhaps i was a little stunned by what i just witnessed,but oh well.Just to clarify,i was totally innocent when i sat down next to them.I was just a guy killing time with music,waiting for a friend,running late.That is all,i swear.
So she sat there,alone.And after a while she started crying,softly at first then louder.I couldnt see her face,since she kept her head between her knees and her hair fell over her face.I wanted to say something,but i thought that wouldnt have been appropriate.I didnt want to seem nosy,you know?So i thought,perhaps i should give her a pack of Kleenex,to cheer her up somehow?
That's the problem.I didnt have Kleenex.
That wouldve been a perfect moment,you know?A stranger,seeing you crying alone in the crowd,hands you a pack of Kleenex and walks off.
Wow,how bloody poetic would that be?I mean,im not trying to be the hero or anything.But i just felt her pain,i guess.I hated the way the guy just walked off on her like that,the way he kept grabbing her,forcing her to look at him.I just couldnt take the sight of it,i guess.
Oh well,call me busybody or nosy,but i thought that wouldve been a right thing to do.But i didnt,because of a bloody pack of Kleenex that wasnt anywhere to be found at that moment.
Ive learnt two lessons today,from this incident alone:
1)Always bring a pack of Kleenex with you when you go out,because you never know when the air-conditioning is going to screw up and drop to unbearable-Artic-like temperature,and also a crying girl who needs some understanding.
2)Chinese Men are insensitive bastards and have bad fashion sense.Thank God im not a chinese.Im a Taiwanese,and proud of it.
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