The Pursuit of Capital Letters

The small things really do matter. The lopsided halfsmiles, the mumbled tankews, the fleeting interaction with genial strangers you would never see again. I met the most delightful Japanese obaasan on the bus yesterday. It didn't get off on the best of notes,- I kinda jammed my knee into her shin when I slid into the inner seat arghh- and there was the language barrier, but it was a decent conversation, peppered with smattterings of broken Japanese (oh Bunka, I'm the worst spokesperson you could ever have :/) and 'soodesu nee!'. The topics were typical: Japan's way of life, Singapore's way of life, comparisons between the two, family, but dear obaasan, you made my day with your powdered motherliness and warm goodbye wave. :)

The cab driver on Saturday was really nice too. What are the odds man, that he turned out to be a soccer fanatic who played alongside his son in an amateur club. The topic were common as well: why soccer makes people feel the way they do, club loyalty and ecetera. It reminded me of another time on the bus when a guy (who reminded me of Mr Lloyd hehe) started to talk to me about sports. And guess what, he's a left winger who played with Fandi Ahmad before, cool shizz. And Mildred (?), the MG cross-country girl I made friends with after sighting her on 66 a few times a few years back and who turned out to be Sherryeo's good friend, even cooler shizz huh. Anyway, the point I'm getting at is my belated realisation of how vast the world is and how this vast world is filled with multitudes and swarms of people bubbling with pinpricks of thoughts, feelings and experiences. How there are interesting people&objects&locations to be discovered at every turn and how it is important to square the world with an expectant smile, hopeful of the events to come. Yea okay, I am a daft doofus to arrive at this thought juncture after eighteen years, but at least I'm here right. Fug school, fug 3/30s, fug the complicated 'ships, there's gotta be something waiting for you somewhere.

( roasted chicken )

Alright, it is now the time to continue My Queen. I have gotten over the disappointment earlier today, but jeebus, what was wrong with me? What else, what more could I expect? Nothing has changed and nothing will. It is time to ingest and digest that fact. Oh well. Hehe ^.^

"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care for each other... it's usually a bunch of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by, no matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping, and sure sometimes close can be too close, but sometimes that invasion of personal space - it can be exactly what you need."

( everybody but me. )