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.::z. 8/8.

elegantly wasted.

love after love

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

by Derek Walcott

The time will come
When, with elation
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other’s welcome.
And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
posted by zul, 10:53 AM | link | 1 comments |

pump up the jam

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Ok I haven't written in months. My fingers fail me.

Just got back from a fuckentastic roadtrip with the posse. Waiting for pics from KC's camera to be downloaded and distributed to us. Wll put them up cos, as they say, a picture is worth a million memories.

Ok yeah i just realised i've been saying in my previous entries that i'll put pics up but this page is still as bare as a newborn baby's bottom. My fingers fail me x2.

I just wanna write down what happened this morning. I left home early cos I needed to fill up the bike with petrol. Rode into the Shell Petrol station at Pasir Ris and proceeded to pump up. I used that auto-stop thingie at the nozzle, u know when u squeeze the "trigger" and u flick up this little switch behind it and then u just let the petrol run and it will automatically stop once the tank is almost full. So I did that. And my mind wandered and I looked away. Suddenly I heard a loud Oiiiii!!! way from across the station. A pump attendant was running towards me. Another one was dashing from the other side. A 3rd one, a burly lady in tight pants, ran out from inside the shop. An overpowering smell of petrol filled up my nostrils. I choked, I looked at my bike. The tank was doing the fountain of youth at full speed, it was spewing petrol like the merlion gone wild. And the oil was spreading on the floor.. reaching my legs.. my shoes.. I stepped away.

One of the attendant stopped the pump manually, the other shouted at the lady to get the Emergency Petrol Spillage Kit out pronto. Yes sir... The EPSK! I have activated THE KIT! The big drum at the corner was opened and out comes this Petrol absorbant tubes.. they look like big sanitary pads, they were spread on the floor evenly, and I saw with my own eyes, how the petrol was absorbed miraculously, instantly, magically. It kinda reminded me of the sanitary pad advertisements on TV, u know.. where the pads absorb even during the heavy days, and they have computer simulation to show how the discharge gets crystallised inside the pad, so they wont leak again, ready for the ladies to have a good nite out, ready for the pad to be safely thrown away.

So I told the attendants, I used the auto-stop! It didn't stop! The lady told me "Nehmind sir, u stand one side, we clear this." When the spillage on the floor was cleared, the 3 attendants then took out a big pail of water and some mops, wiped the floor clean and also gave my bike a morning bath. I smiled and looked at the price display - $31.45. The lady told me to settle it inside. WTF!

I went inside and told the counter girl, Look, I am not going to pay over spilt petrol. My bike's full tank can hardly reach $20 (Ok a little lie here, usually a full tank is about $24) and that I was filling up from a tank thats not empty in the first place (another lil fib, it was practically as dry as the Sahara). The Station Manager was activated, he came out from his office behind and I told him the same thing I told the counter girl. He said, ok, you pay $20? The rest, the station will bear. I said OK, fine, and he came out to inspect the cleanup at the pump outside.

Then I asked the cashier, is that $20 before or after the normal 9% discount? She said, no discount on this sir, $20 nett. I decided then to do what every Singaporean would proudly do, given their birthright.. I complained and demanded to be given the 9% discount. The Manager was called in again. He relented after I fumed and fussed. Total final bill: $18.20 for a full tank. A chance to see the ESPK and attendants in action in such a situation: Priceless.

My fingers are tired.
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