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24/09/2005
Transformer in our midst
I don’t read the papers much and one of the biggest reasons why I don’t (apart from not having the time) is that I don’t like reading scary stories and reports about how someone’s son just got killed on the road because of some careless driver, about how a house was broken into in the middle of the night leaving the people dead, and runaway trucks….nuh-uh…I don’t like to read those stuff. Give me a romance book, anytime.
I like happy things, and things starts making me unhappy, I either go into denial or run away from them. But I can’t run away from the world that I was born into…well, not in a way that is morally, religiously or legally correct, that is.
I feel so forlorn about the world and guilty that my kids are born into this terribly wrong human race. Maybe if they were born bees or cockroaches, they stand a chance of living the complete lifespan without being…you know, UNLUCKY. Fact is, there are a lot of crazy people out there in the world and they are faceless creatures who would do anything to others – with or without a reason. I don’t know how to keep my kids safe from these people. Yeah, NOW you’re beginning to see how paranoid I am, right? J
If you have no idea how panicky I can be…here’s a clue. If I was walking along the side of the street with the kids and I see a bunch of young men behind me, I would hasten up my steps and drag my complaining kids behind me in a hurry. If they were still very close, I would cross the street…on to the other side. If they followed me, I would ask my kids to stand where they are, I will jump out into the middle of the road, stop a car and ask them to drive me and my kids off! I swear I will but of course, this is only a hypothetical situation but I have no doubt in my mind that that is what I would do if something like that happened.
Well, there are shitty people, then there are shittier people…and then there are the good ones. While some people would cut you off on your own lane without giving you the signal and then flash you their middle finger if you glare at them, there are some who will surprise you. Like the security guard that does the rounds about my neighborhood. Sometimes I cycle to the nearby 7-11 to get my much-needed caffeine and snacks in the middle of the night after the kids have gone to visit Ultraman in Lala-land…and I get scared and jittery when I do that. one time, the security guard saw me on the bicycle and followed me slowly from behind, ensuring that I got home safe. He stopped while I opened the gate, jump off the bicycle and then open the door and get in. I flashed him and appreciative smile and a nice ‘thank you!’. I would have thrown him a can of beer if I had it with me. But I didn’t, so…..
And then there’s the guy in local grocery store who is all of 16-years-old and polite and nice beyond his years. He knows what I always get when I am there and while me and my kids are strolling around the store pretending to looking for things (kids go on a shopping rampage sometimes), he would pack all the things that I normally buy into a plastic bag waiting for the EXTRA stuff that I would want to buy. Such niceness!
I guess even if this world is filled with JOKERs, there are still some BATMANs around….ok, so, ULTRAMANS. I can’t deal with this. My kids are Ultraman, Power Rangers and now, Transformer kids. Erm, admission on the way…I used to be CRAZY about Transformers. In fact, I continued to collect their stickers past my 15th birthday. I remember buying a book that contained all the details about each and every robot. I didn’t even let my brother touch that book – well, he wasn’t all that interested in Transformers anyway, so….
I just, sometimes, wish that there WERE Tranformers in our midst…someone who can really save our day…apart from the police and firemen and forensic scientists. Besides, they only respond when things go wrong…but what about BEFORE anything goes wrong?
Did I already tell you I get paranoid?
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22/09/2005
Rita
Wow, Mother Nature must be one angry woman! Less than a month after delivering a blow to Louisiana, USA, Mother Nature delivers another blow to the country...Rita is on her way there! But thankfully, people are more educated and informed. Lord knows, they SHOULD be! I am not concerned about the money lost after Katrina hit but I am more concerned about the lives of the people affected by Katrina. And now, we're looking at another Category Five Hurricane that is 'potentially catastrophic'. Katrina left 1,000 people in Lousisiana, Alabama, Mississippi and Florida dead last month. And now, with Rita looming ahead...what should we be expecting?
It's been said that Rita is bigger and angrier than Katrina ever is and was.
After Katrina hit, the oil prices have been going up. I was reading this email that one my friends sent me that said that the price of oil is higher than the price of a can of Coke. So, ultimately, the price of what our cars drink is more than what we drink. Which can be translated to be that, our cars are more important than us.
Thank goodness we all learnt something new about how to deal with a catastrophe like this because President Bush has declared a state of emergency in Texas and Louisiana and truckloads of water and food are already been shipped in areas of Florida and Texas, as a precaution. Ships are also moving around Rita to avoid her. Guards and Rescue workers are on standby.
With the number natural catastrophes flooding the world today, we can only conclude that Mother Nature is pretty pissed off with us now. I don't blame her at all.
Millions told to flee as Rita Grows
Rita and Katrina has shut down 23% of US oil refineries (so, we should all expect oil prices to go up again)
Extremely Dangerous Rita forces evacuation
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19/09/2005
Kiddy Magician
You don’t know what ‘cute’ is until you’ve seen the way a 3-year-old performs magic. It will totally tickle you. His gigglish voice and cute sheepish smile totally gives away the whole concept of magic before he even tries to perform the trick on you. That’s Jared.
He was trying to show me how he can make two coins magically transforms into one. Oh, it’s just one of those silly little tricks you do to awe 18-month-olds and drunken men in the bar. You show them two coins, quickly slip one coin away and then show then the remaining coin.
Jared, after a short tutorial from me, tried to show his impatient and all-knowing brother the trick. Jared ‘snuck’ the coins in and out of his pocket so many times while muttering unintelligible words. Joshua was already half-screaming, ‘What is it? Where’s the trick, Jad Jad? Are you done yet?” Jared says, “Erm, uh, no. I don’t think so. Mommy, can you help me?”
I whisper the trick into his ears and he nods vehemently, like he just got a formulaic secret to solving a major health problem in the world. He tries again and sticks the coin in and out of the pocket again and then Joshua says, ‘Is that the trick?’. Jared says, ‘See? See this? Only one coin.” He opens his palm and shoves the coin into Joshua’s face.
Josh raised an eyebrow, “But I saw you put the coins in and out of your pocket! Your magic trick didn’t work, Jad”. Such sensitivity. He walks off in a huff while Jared looks for another target. Aha! He’s found one. He totters on over to the kitchen in his little gait and tugs at kakak’s (live-in housekeeper) pants. Kakak was, of course, more sensitive to the guy’s feelings and displayed surprise, awe and amazement at appropriate moments.
Someone should tell Jared that he can and should only perform in front of trees and sensitive adults. I guess that’s my job, huh?
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