But what if we don’t have money?
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Skai Chan
But what if we don’t have money?
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One of the bad incidents I witnessed on the bus happened last Thursday. I was on the way to school in a packed bus 52 near Sunsetway. Standing on the right side of the bus more to the front, I suddenly heard yelling a few metres in front on the left.
It seemed like a mute Malay woman who had a little girl with her assaulted an educated middle-aged Chinese woman. The supposed-to-be victim shouted that she was trying to ask the Malay woman to move her belonging away from a seat for the sake of others, and the Malay woman started to punch her, followed by kicking and pushing.
Things got nasty as the Malay woman started screaming like a mad woman. The Chinese woman ordered the bus driver to pull over by the side while she called police. In the busy hour of the evening, the sound of the bells howled repeatedly. The screaming resumed and the Malay woman dragged the little girl to the back doors in the hope of getting off and nobody dared to stop them.
Finally, the stunned bus driver moved forward to the nearest bus-stop to alight all the innocent passengers before the police’s arrival. Only a handful of people stayed behind and I was puzzling over the few people who were sitting right at the end of the bus for they chose to stay behind. They were sitting too far behind that they probably did not see anything to provide any detail to the police.
I would not sentence the Malay woman simply based on one-sided story but for as far as justice was concern, she was wrong to draw her fists. There was however, I reserved some sympathy for the mute.
The nearest police station was supposed to be quite near but seemed so far away. I managed to catch a bus 151 to reach school soon after that.
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Every night class was a torment when assignments seemed so complicated. They did not fail to implant dizziness into my head.
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The assignments simply jump in to pile up like a mountain. I never dare to look up and instead, I turn away slowly like an escaping soldier.
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The greatest joy is not to own everything in the world but to own the thing that means everything in the world.
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The last weekday of the week ended quite smoothly.
The morning projection of voice, the noon’s lunch with all the funniest craps, table-tennis with my favourite class and finally the rush in the theatre marked the day relaxing and entertaining.
The day was a blessing.
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No matter how tough work can be, I am satisfied enough to have great colleagues in both my previous and current offices.
Lunch with my usual gang is always great with all the auntie-like talks when I have to listen to both speakers at one time, trying to show respect to both of them. The jokes, the teases and the gossips are entertaining.
I love dining with other colleagues as well.
It seems that nothing good can last forever. No matter what, all of them will eventually be heroes in my life.
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Falling in a dream can be a sign of insecurity.
Being chased can symbolise running away from a problem.
Losing teeth may reflect concerns about appearance.
Running and getting nowhere is a sign of overwork.
Flying is a symbol of being in control.
Being naked suggests a desire to communicate, as taking off clothes is akin to removing barriers.
Dreaming about celebrities, and particularly dreaming you are friends with one, can symbolise an idealised version of a person you already know.
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临睡前的一针,刺得重、刺得痛。
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They do not inject jealousy but beautiful memories. The memories, being piled up yesterday, today and tomorrow, are sweet, real and everlasting.
Write a poem of love and let the brush stroke the happiness day by day forever.
昨夜青侣
我看见的他们甜蜜
他和她贴着对方
就像鸳鸯
也似花蝴蝶
她靠着他的肩旁
他揉着她的腰
不装作也不炫耀
亲切得舒服
玻璃的反光我看清
一丝丝的温柔深刻
她随手的挑逗很熟悉
就连亲嘴也唤起了记忆
巴士送走了小青侣
却带不走回忆
记得你的一且
记得你对我好
Saturday, 18 April, 2009
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