when strangers in singapore meet, they go 'eh.' this is to be coupled with neither a smile nor a bob of a head from either parties. i strongly feel that this should change.
i was at clarke quay one night; at about 3a.m., where i found myself greatly amused by the patrons of closing restaurants and bars. 3 caucasians and an asian guy were sitting around the table, propped up high on bar stools, drinking.
i nodded and smiled at them as they toasted their bottle of beers to me.
'where are you going, miss?' asked mr. angmoh 1
'to the bridge, over there.' pointing to the one that joined the opposing walkways of clarke quay.
'to jump and commit suicide? i sincerely hope not,' said mr. angmoh 1
the 4 men got off their seats, offering me a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join them in hopes of postponing my plans of suicide. i declined, thanking them for being oh-so-kind.
'surely i won't jump,' i laughed. 'for if i had to, i'll rather try in waters not this dirty.' the men boomed with their hearty santa-like laughs.
'well, if you do jump,' mr. asian man commented, 'we'll jump in after you.' the men nodded profusely, probably hoping that they wouldn't have to keep to this half drunk man's words. 'you see, he can swim, and he can swim, and he can swim,' gesturing his companions. 'but i can't.'
'but you'd jump in to save me anyway right?' i joked.
'of course! but i warn you that you'll have to save me! so i'm hoping you'll save me from embarrassing myself and not jump from the bridge.'
'okay then, i'll save you this once so that you can learn to swim and when we meet again, you'll have the proper opportunity to be chivalrous and save this drowning damsel in the singapore river.'
i carried on my walk towards the bridge, thoroughly bemused at the other antics of crazy and halfdrunk men of clarke quay.
you see, when you chat with strangers, it makes the days brighter and nights lovelier.
valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.
. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.
I've been in canada for days.
. in need of a recommendation
. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
.
my driver's license
.
a shaven head for my 18th
. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
.
snowboard
.
own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe,
japan,
mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" -
recommended by derek goh
.
fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
.
move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.
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