How do you do it?
How do you do it to teenagers who have touched you with their innocent precocity, their idealic optimism and altruism that is so lacking in the adult world?
Cockroaches
Yuck, cockroaches are vile. On my way home, I had to avoid stepping on the land mines of cockroaches either
A) squirming in poisoned pain,
B) squirming in half-of-my-abdomen-is-squashed pain, OR
C) paralysed.
This was the result of the periodal fogging of rubbish chutes in the neighbourhood. I'm reminded of the many fascinating and repulsive stories and experiences with these pests. I'll share something close to my heart haha.
My parents are avid roach killers. My dad's the timeless roach hunter. He's been shooting rubber bands at cockroaches with never-failing accuracy since he was a kampong kid. There was once where I was brushing my teeth and there it was, this young, dark roach at the sink. So my dad went into the bathroom with a rubber band...and came out with the dead roach split into two at the abdomen, save the remaining bits that served as a hinge. One of its legs flew onto the bathroom floor and there was this murky green splatter marking where it had been. Yuck.
And there's my mum, the slappy roach hunter. She slaps the bugs with her shoes, so when she gets the sneaky ones, you see her slapping her shoe on the floor everywhere lol. Sometimes, she seals them in Gardenia wrappers and leave them to die in the rubbish chute. Mum doesn't believe in cockroaches being more hardy because they are two-brained since she squashes bugs entirely.
I'm glad to have my dad and mum around because it doesn't really matter that I'm afraid of them. However there was this one inevitable encounter:
This cockroach sneaked into my new sneakers then and I squashed it flat when I wore it to school. There was this tingly sensation in the sole but I never really noticed it till a break from squash playing a week later. The cockroach was partially disintegrated and absolutely dessicated. Some parts clung onto my sock while others were stuck in the seams. It was R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G. I almost puked, I had goosebumps and I seriously contemplated the idea of going home footless. I limped on the way home so as to stop squashing the remaining bits. YUCK.
Cockroaches are absolutely disgusting. They live in dumps, eat in dumps, and smell like dumps. They pretend to be dead in the corner even when they're being discovered. They don't have teamwork, neither do they fight to gain terrority. Even ants are much better- they are so diligent and patriotic to their own colony- though I sealed their new colonies under the staff room tiles with BluTack. The ants kept returning and tried to remove the BluTack for the rest of the day.
The moral is, I DETEST COCKROACHES. >:(
I hope the dead bugs stuck or lying around get cleaned up tomorrow. I don't want to step on them first thing in the morning!
A) squirming in poisoned pain,
B) squirming in half-of-my-abdomen-is-squashed pain, OR
C) paralysed.
This was the result of the periodal fogging of rubbish chutes in the neighbourhood. I'm reminded of the many fascinating and repulsive stories and experiences with these pests. I'll share something close to my heart haha.
My parents are avid roach killers. My dad's the timeless roach hunter. He's been shooting rubber bands at cockroaches with never-failing accuracy since he was a kampong kid. There was once where I was brushing my teeth and there it was, this young, dark roach at the sink. So my dad went into the bathroom with a rubber band...and came out with the dead roach split into two at the abdomen, save the remaining bits that served as a hinge. One of its legs flew onto the bathroom floor and there was this murky green splatter marking where it had been. Yuck.
And there's my mum, the slappy roach hunter. She slaps the bugs with her shoes, so when she gets the sneaky ones, you see her slapping her shoe on the floor everywhere lol. Sometimes, she seals them in Gardenia wrappers and leave them to die in the rubbish chute. Mum doesn't believe in cockroaches being more hardy because they are two-brained since she squashes bugs entirely.
I'm glad to have my dad and mum around because it doesn't really matter that I'm afraid of them. However there was this one inevitable encounter:
This cockroach sneaked into my new sneakers then and I squashed it flat when I wore it to school. There was this tingly sensation in the sole but I never really noticed it till a break from squash playing a week later. The cockroach was partially disintegrated and absolutely dessicated. Some parts clung onto my sock while others were stuck in the seams. It was R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G. I almost puked, I had goosebumps and I seriously contemplated the idea of going home footless. I limped on the way home so as to stop squashing the remaining bits. YUCK.
Cockroaches are absolutely disgusting. They live in dumps, eat in dumps, and smell like dumps. They pretend to be dead in the corner even when they're being discovered. They don't have teamwork, neither do they fight to gain terrority. Even ants are much better- they are so diligent and patriotic to their own colony- though I sealed their new colonies under the staff room tiles with BluTack. The ants kept returning and tried to remove the BluTack for the rest of the day.
The moral is, I DETEST COCKROACHES. >:(
I hope the dead bugs stuck or lying around get cleaned up tomorrow. I don't want to step on them first thing in the morning!
Blabber
I have too many thoughts in mind, so many that I can't seem to pick one to blog on.
So, I'll just share some real stupid stuff.
At home, just a few minutes ago...
Esther: (Holds a pencil and a KFC Chicky Club notepad) Jiejie, how do you spell TORNADO?
Me: T-O-R-N-A-D-O
(A while later...)
Esther: (clips the Chicky Club paper written with TORNADO onto her nose) Look! Tornado!
Don't get it? So do I. I laughed cos it was SO tangential.
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In the HR on Thursday night...
Joey: Daph, you're eating an apple?
Me: (munches on a crunchy South African Fuji) Yeah. No apple, no shit.
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In the AVA room during Social Studies period...
(A dubious size 11 shoe was being passed around the class.)
Me: XXX, pass me that shoe. (takes the shoe) Who's behind this?
Some students: YYY!
Me: (Glares) See me after school.
(I brought the shoe to the teacher's table.
I chuckled to myself: TEE HEE! I'M CONFISCATING YOUR SHOE. LET'S SEE HOW YOU STAY HALF-SHOELESS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.)
Before the period ended, this sneaky YYY sneaked the shoe back.
Dang. What a letdown.
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At my tuition kid's house...
Me: So you shall do the MCQs on this chapter.
Kid: Okay.
( A few moments later...)
Kid: (Sings a tad off-key, while writing) Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...
(He stops, and starts again) Happy birthday..
(Changes song) I see your truuuue colours shining throuuuugh...
I was greatly amused by the subconscious off-key singing of random songs.
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In the classroom...
Some adorable little boys: Miss Tan, hello! We are your fans!
Me: (Amused) Yeah ok...Can you please turn the volume up? The classroom is very warm today.
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Pardon me for my self-entertainment, haha.
So, I'll just share some real stupid stuff.
At home, just a few minutes ago...
Esther: (Holds a pencil and a KFC Chicky Club notepad) Jiejie, how do you spell TORNADO?
Me: T-O-R-N-A-D-O
(A while later...)
Esther: (clips the Chicky Club paper written with TORNADO onto her nose) Look! Tornado!
Don't get it? So do I. I laughed cos it was SO tangential.
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In the HR on Thursday night...
Joey: Daph, you're eating an apple?
Me: (munches on a crunchy South African Fuji) Yeah. No apple, no shit.
------------
In the AVA room during Social Studies period...
(A dubious size 11 shoe was being passed around the class.)
Me: XXX, pass me that shoe. (takes the shoe) Who's behind this?
Some students: YYY!
Me: (Glares) See me after school.
(I brought the shoe to the teacher's table.
I chuckled to myself: TEE HEE! I'M CONFISCATING YOUR SHOE. LET'S SEE HOW YOU STAY HALF-SHOELESS FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.)
Before the period ended, this sneaky YYY sneaked the shoe back.
Dang. What a letdown.
-----------
At my tuition kid's house...
Me: So you shall do the MCQs on this chapter.
Kid: Okay.
( A few moments later...)
Kid: (Sings a tad off-key, while writing) Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...
(He stops, and starts again) Happy birthday..
(Changes song) I see your truuuue colours shining throuuuugh...
I was greatly amused by the subconscious off-key singing of random songs.
-----------
In the classroom...
Some adorable little boys: Miss Tan, hello! We are your fans!
Me: (Amused) Yeah ok...Can you please turn the volume up? The classroom is very warm today.
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Pardon me for my self-entertainment, haha.
AEWF 2007
Hi all,
I've graduated, yes, but I'm singing in the ACJC Alumni Choir. Both college and alumni choirs will be giving a concert at the end of the month. And, AEWF is not another innovative name to replace a four-letter vulgarity. Here are the details.
Event: An Evening With Friends 2007
Date/Day: May 28, 2007, Monday
Time: 1930h
Venue: The Esplanade Concert Hall
Ticket Prices: $27, $21 (SOLD OUT), $17 (SOLD OUT)
Ha, that leaves you with the only option of buying $27 tickets. We'll be singing a diverse repertoire, with works from Asia and the Western countries, sung in eg, syllables for onomatopoeia, Latin, French, Swedish and English.
Why should you come? I've thought of a few reasons.
1. To support your friends - your presence shows your appreciation of his musical talent and pursuits
2. For aesthetic appreciation - you love music, you sing in a choir or is fascinated by the God-given human voice and the wonders it can make
3. Your friend keeps hounding you to reply his text message - you have to give in because his fervent concern about your decision to go or not
4. Your friends are going - instead of doing the usual things of movie-watching and pigging out at Fish and Co, why not hang out together at such a classy place called the Esplanade?
5. Because you have been checking out daph-daphne.blogspot.com and you felt touched by the author's compelling recounts and reflections on her life of music, you decided that yes! you have to meet this person and the best way to do so is...to go for the concert.
Please order tickets from me if you'd like to come. You don't have my number? How can you not have it? (Gasps in desperation and shock) Fine. Drop me a mail at osthmus@hotmail.com. Haha, I'll get back to you asap.
Goodnight!
I've graduated, yes, but I'm singing in the ACJC Alumni Choir. Both college and alumni choirs will be giving a concert at the end of the month. And, AEWF is not another innovative name to replace a four-letter vulgarity. Here are the details.
Event: An Evening With Friends 2007
Date/Day: May 28, 2007, Monday
Time: 1930h
Venue: The Esplanade Concert Hall
Ticket Prices: $27, $21 (SOLD OUT), $17 (SOLD OUT)
Ha, that leaves you with the only option of buying $27 tickets. We'll be singing a diverse repertoire, with works from Asia and the Western countries, sung in eg, syllables for onomatopoeia, Latin, French, Swedish and English.
Why should you come? I've thought of a few reasons.
1. To support your friends - your presence shows your appreciation of his musical talent and pursuits
2. For aesthetic appreciation - you love music, you sing in a choir or is fascinated by the God-given human voice and the wonders it can make
3. Your friend keeps hounding you to reply his text message - you have to give in because his fervent concern about your decision to go or not
4. Your friends are going - instead of doing the usual things of movie-watching and pigging out at Fish and Co, why not hang out together at such a classy place called the Esplanade?
5. Because you have been checking out daph-daphne.blogspot.com and you felt touched by the author's compelling recounts and reflections on her life of music, you decided that yes! you have to meet this person and the best way to do so is...to go for the concert.
Please order tickets from me if you'd like to come. You don't have my number? How can you not have it? (Gasps in desperation and shock) Fine. Drop me a mail at osthmus@hotmail.com. Haha, I'll get back to you asap.
Goodnight!
Hola!
- Daphne Tan
- Singapore
- One day, I want to lie down on the grass under a beautiful blue sky with ten thousand cats.
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