:: 1979 - smashing pumpkins


i took elaine to poptart. me karin her and nick(...). and then lidong decided to surprise me. i was ecstatic; oh if you could've seen me. i'm glad elaine had fun. i mean, you wouldn't want your first time to be a fucked up one. nick pissed everyone off (not surprising); i only went with him cos tt was the only way elaine could go in. natalie took a few pics of us. and i was actually telling myself now i'm gonna be in the poptart gallery! yay! you're such a whore, amelia.

desmond's new place is really cool. nice to chill at and good for parties.


daddy is an interesting person if you bother to get to know him (which i seldom try to). we were sitting at nooch watching the throngs of fireworks-watchers make their way back home. did i see sparkles in their eyes? i didn't notice. so daddy looks on while i eat.

"Maybe bout 10 pple passing through the tunnel every 5 seconds," he suddenly said thoughtfully.

i immediately did the maths in my head: "7200 pple in one hour," i said.

"Mm. i don't think the transport system i have in mind could support such a crowd. how many alight frm the mrt at the busiest station?... 50.."

"No lah.. where got. at least 100 lah." my insolence always makes our conversations seem less awkward- to me at least.



bout 2 or 3 yrs ago, daddy drew up a new transport system which he envisoned would be implemented in spore. personally, i don't know what's unsatisfactory bout the current one. but anyway, he said it'd work together with the mrt. i think tt if the LRT system wasn't already invented, daddy would've been the pioneer of it. so he drew up this whole system. the inside of the train, how it'd look like, everything. it was actually pretty cool, though i don't think i told him i thought so. i duno who he pitched the idea to. but he stopped mentioning it after a while. well, till recently i.e.. maybe if i had been more supportive, he'd have told me more.

daddy channels a lot of his energy into thinking up business plans or ways to make the world a better place. too bad he didn't spend as much time and effort on us. tt makes me sad and i feel like crying now. but remember amelia, tt shit happens so you will be relieved of congestion and can make way for the other tasty things you didn't have enough space to stomach.


i didn't inherit the business mind and i get annoyed when daddy tries to make everything seem like a potential business plan. he doenst do it in a selfish way of course (his intentions are always a bit philanthropic). before i graduated, he asked me what i planned to do. i brushed him off, muttering some tentative plans. then he said why dont you start a newspaper for the local philippino community. you and your friends can write articles and columns and you can get ad revenue. ya ya ya, i said. but if you think bout it, it is a fucking good idea actually. now tt i've written it dwn, i'll have you know tt this idea is copyrighted ok. if you're on bout doing this, pls give my father some credit.


i'm happy for liyana. eh, we're both corny, we both lived in bedok, and now, we both have cool stepfathers. ah-haha.

granny used to be a dancer at a nightclub. she had her first son by duno who. then she had a second son (daddy) with a rich chinese businessman. the latter's wife disapproved so he gave granny a 1-carat diamond ring and then left her. then she met grandpa, who worked in the postoffice. they got married and she sold her diamond ring cos they had no money. then they had another 4 kids. granny was frm china but she apparently lived and schooled (tt's why her english was so good) with her rich cousins in hongkong or shanghai or something where she was did things like go ice skating and stuff. i duno how she ended up dancing at a club in singapore though. she love fred astaire and she could dance the foxtrot and the charlston. i wish she shared her life with me. i only know all this frm daddy.