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Chronicle of a Dearth Foretold
Saturday, 6 December 2003
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He had met her for the first time outside Saint Margaret's Church. It was the wedding of two of his best varsity friends Min and Yu. He was a guest, she a mere passerby. Her hair was plastered on her forehead and beads of sweat formed on her brow, presumably she had walked a long way under the hot sun. She paused to look at the little congregation of newly-weds and well wishers in the church, oblivious to the man who was eyeing her curiously...

One of her favourite ways to spend time was to take a long walk through a place that she'd never been before. People liked to think that there were no places that they had never been to, but they were usually wrong. deciding to avoid the usual path would most probably bring something new, but most were unwilling. they were used to the security that familiarity had given them. she hated that. she loved to walk a different path everytime.
Like today. she had taken a long walk round an old estate, simply out of boredom and a little curiosity about a place that she had never been to, but where some people had lived all their lives. she had intruded into their territory and noticed more interesting things in this neighborhood in one hour than the residents would in ten years. she had seen a white cat;she remembered reading that white cats of a certain eye color were deaf. she was tempted to test it out; she sneaked behind the unsuspecting creature and brought her hands together in a loud clap. the terrified cat promptly bolted out of sight.
walking further, she notice a tree with a knobby little crevice halfway up its trunk which somehow resembled an eye. it looked like the tree was looking at her and all that passed with an unerring gaze. feeling a bit disconcerted, she walked off quickly.
the road was long and winding, and by now the clouds had parted. The weather was hot! just then a little red cab slowed down beside her, the driver gesturing for her to take his cab, but she shook her head vehemently and he went on.


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This reminds me of a little game i played with my frens during my childhood. everyone would sit in a little circle each with a piece of paper and a pen. one person would be responsible for asking the questions, but they were always almost the same questions, in the same order. after writing down the answer to the first question, e.g. what's his name? everyone will fold their sheets down just to conceal what they'd just written and switch papers in one direction. then the second question would be sth along the lines of: where is he?, followed by what was he doing there? etc etc etc. then at the end , everyone will open their paper by now folded into a strip and read the hilarious contents. this funny little exercise produced totally out of the world narratives. tho it seems silly now and the questions corny, it nevertheless provided hours of fun for me as a child.

Posted by blog/moonriver at 7:26 PM WST
Updated: Sunday, 7 December 2003 9:23 PM WST
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