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tales to tell.

March 27, 2009

This has nothing whatsoever to do with Chemistry, but I felt obliged to mention this:

Yesterday, 5.45 pm.

The platform at Bukit Batok station was quite packed with people. The sky was quite cloudy with occasional flashes of lightning above the roof of West Mall. I paced impatiently on the platform, waiting for the train to come.

Finally, about five minutes later, it has arrived. I squeezed aboard the train, and began my journey home.

......

Bukit Gombak.

The train door opened, and the passengers hustled to alight or board the train.

And now, here was where it all began.

A pregnant lady board the train and moved towards me. I stepped aside for her to grap the handgrip and the train began to move. I glanced at the lady from the corner of my eye. She was gripping the handgrip so tightly that her knuckles were white as sheet. She seemed to be in some difficulty keeping herself balanced as the train ride was somehow bumpy.

......

Choa Chu Kang Interchange.

And there goes the bustling passengers. For a moment it was cleared of standing passengers, so the lady moved towards the seats. There were two men seated in front of her. One looked like a Chinese foreign worker, while the other was an Indian man.

Sadly, both of them ignored the lady and did not gave up their seats to her. I walked towards the two men and said, "Excuse me sirs, can you please allow this lady to take your seat? She's pregnant, you know."

The foreign worker turned his head to one side and closed his eyes and the Indian man took out a newspaper and buried his head into it.

The lady gave me a sad smile to thank for my effort and continued to struggle until she alighted at Kranji.

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More non-Chemistry stuff.

Cinquains I wrote for the Literature homework:

Behind
the fading moon
where night is dark and queer
a girl stood crying, then looks up
and jumped.

* * *

Beyond
the dimension
a boy ran away from
his fear, his own self, but not his
destiny.
by ツバサ at 8:26:00 PM
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