PART 1: Joint Probation Exercise

Dr Saratha Bhai Krishnan is the name of my physiotherapist (Orchard Building). i had to fill up a form cos it was my first time at the clinic, and there was a blank tt read Main Sport. now, what was i spposed to write? : Jumping round like a monkey/Dancing like a lunatic when no one's at home/Occasionally attempting ballet positions in front of the mirror...? everytime i tell pple i have wonky knees, they ask me WHY? as if i am spposed to know why the fuck i'm cacat. haha, it could well be cos i'm so damn lame. somebody stop me- please. (i hope you realise tt that last line isn't meant to be taken seriously)

so anyway, i'm given these boring stretches and exercises to do. i wish they had prescribed clubbing or prancing like a crazed ape instead. or at least they could've said something like: Why don't you hop down to California Fitness and go for their hiphop or kickboxing lesson, or perhaps try the treadmill there? All this is hoping is only making me reminisce and whine. but you just wait 5 years, i'll be back on the track again i tell you! For now, i will have to "wear good shoes and do exercises to strengthen the muscles". ok Doc, got it.



PART 2: Tears in Taffy.

this morning mummy couldn't get shana and hanson, and mama was playing mahjong. so after physio, mummy and i went to holland village instead of to chinatown, as we had originally planned to do. outside holland village shopping centre, there was an old woman sitting on a stool on the floor, hawking sticky taffy - the kind you can pull and play with and get stuck to your hair. i walked pass her and she looked really tired in the late morning heat. it could have been my imagination. but i thought she looked pretty despondent and i swear i saw her take out a hankerchief to wipe a tear from her eye. then mummy and i went to the eat the famous holland village chicken horfun. as i sat down to tuck in, i couldn't help but wonder how it was tt i was having a hot tasty meal, while the poor auntie was sitting in the heat, waiting to make a buck. Then... what bout the old lady; how is she going to eat? i suddenly asked mummy. She'll find a way, she replied without even looking at me. i thought i smelt indifference in the air; and it disgusted me.

after lunch, i bought some taffy from the old woman. i took the stick with the glob of amber mass twirled on the top, while mummy fished a dollar out of her wallet. all the while, the old woman's drawn face was lowered (maybe she was trying to avert the sun's glare or maybe avoid eye contact) but her wrinkled hands remained extended towards me. she seemed to be begging me not to run off without paying. i didn't know how to feel.



PART 3: My Car Needs a Wash *wink*

mummy drove the car to the wash at the Shell station outside SJI. she always told me tt the boys who wash cars at tt station were frm a boys home or frm the DRC, cos where in s'pore can you find boys their age willing to wash cars for peanuts. she said it was good tt Shell station gave them jobs so at least they'd be out of trouble and off the streets. i know i'm kindof attracted to pple who resemble DRC frequenters, but i am sure this had little to do with my subconsciously making innocent passes at some of the guys there (is there such a thing as an innocent pass?). there were two or three guys (among the ten over) who kept looking at me, and i couldn't help but liken this to billy joel's Uptown Girl video. haha wah classic lah. i can't wait till the car gets all filthy again. you know, the last time i felt this excited bout going to a car wash was when i was a littler brat and we used to go to those automatic washes with the auto-soapsprays and the giant bristle-y brushes that leave small scratches on the sides of the car.



PART 4: Hey waxy lady, i like your flow

i couldn't resist buying those DIY cold wax strips from watsons. plus, they were on sale.
stupid wax didn't harden well enough so i had to rub ice all over the outside and then i tugged real hard- R-I-I-I-I-P. ouch... wah, shiok.

then i made my pizza and plonked on the sofa to watch The Usual Suspects which i rented frm holland V. interesting show. an even more interesting day.