Thursday, June 27, 2013

food groups

there are some pretty distinct species on facebook: the domestic goddesses, the foodies who eat out, and the ones who drool. i drool.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

i saw him too

monumental idiot, var. n. the fellow who sounds his horn at the taxicab with the running engine and the passenger inside, that is occupying the drop-off point in front of his car. [f. E. monumental + idiot] because, well, most people do not choose to dawdle in the taxicab passing the time of day with the driver, they are usually making a payment, and most taxi drivers do not stay at the drop-off point on purpose to offend the driver behind them, they have  a living to make. 

patience, honey.

Friday, June 21, 2013

i saw him

monumental idiot n. a person who demonstrates his intellectual deficiency by removing his face mask in the Great Haze of 2013 in order to drag a puff from his cigarette. [f. E. monumental + idiot, in the context of the singapore smog.] from observation, typically a young adult male walking with a somewhat self-conscious swagger.

anecdotally, at least five of such specimens exist.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

deja vu

trying to buy a surgical mask from the pharmacy in the haze of 2013 is like trying to buy a snow shovel from the hardware store in the winter of snowmaggedon back in 2011. it's a similar exercise in hopeful futility.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

perspectives

an old man tells me he enjoyed talking to me. sometimes people don't like to listen, he says. they are too busy. i would be busy too except that these days the Lord carries my tears in his bottle, and that has had the strange effect of slowing me down.

bottle of tears

my friend tells me about her special needs son. he is slow, she says. he will always need help. i hope he can learn a useful skill that he can parlay into self-support in time. 

how many broken dreams lie behind those words, i wonder. how many modified designs and arrested hopes are needed to help a mother look past the pain and focus on the need? grain must be ground to make bread, someone reminds me. one does not volunteer to be ground. but if mayhaps one is, the bread is the finer for it. 

kindness

so i get on the bus in my semi-drained state and stumble off a stop too early but the bus stays there for me to run up again to the driver in a realization of my error. you usually get off at the next stop, he tells me. come on back up! 

:)