Of the Chicken Rice People
Right.Tomorrow my dad would be flying off to Taiwan.Again.Argh.He came back for merely 3 or 4 days.Sigh.Business man.Cannot stay put in one place for long.I guess,thats what they are fated to do.Thankfully,but dad seems to be enjoying that fact that he is earning tonnes and tonnes of cash.Thank god Im not asking any from him,unless in times of need.I dont really want to end up like a spoiled brat.Or rather,be seen as one.Anyway,today Dad treated the family to a dinner at Bow Sing Chicken Rice.Well,not exactly one of those fancy places you feast on the last day of stay,but any food was good for my starving stomach at that time.Anyway,i used to go there all the time when i was little.Mom used to bring me there after my 3 hour kindergarten classes,which was right around the corner,and buy some chicken rice home for lunch.Save all the cooking eh?That place has been around since my kiddo days,and havent changed much since then,save for the expansion of the place itself.I didnt really expect the owners to still be around,since the last time i saw them,which was years ago,they were already pretty old.In fact,everybody was old to me,other than my own reflection.Anyway,mom used to talk to the guy at the chopping table,about economics and the market.He's from Hong Kong if im not wrong,and very money-minded.My mother's very good with money too,and they shared opinions and thoughts.I was a kiddo,didnt really understood economics.In fact,i still dont.Anyway,so i'll be peeping over the ledge at the chopping board,admiring how fast he chops those chicken.With a swing and a chop,its legs fly off,and well arranged in the container within seconds.Ive always loved to see how he sprinkle some of those souce on the almost finished lunch of mine.Anyway,so i went there again today,and it was pretty crowded.Whilst i was looking around for seats,i noticed the chicken chopper was still there.The guy at the door was still there.The lady at the bar was still there,with the same hairclip,and the waitress was still there as well.Hell,even the place smells the same.(Chickens,duh.)Its an odd feeling,to see how those people havent aged a day.I dont see much difference in them.And as for me,they probably wouldnt remember that i was the kid who stood by the chopping table and imitated the way he chopped those chickens.Haha.

Its both amazing and scary,how time flies.Never thought of where i would be ten,fifteen years ago.Never thought that those people would still be there working on the same old job.And as for me,i wonder where i would be tomorrow,the day after,and the day after that.Perhaps,somebody might come up to me on the streets,and recognise me as well,like how i recognised those chicken rice people.Then i start thinking about how everyone would be like in twn,fifteen years.I remember Samuel and I had this conversation back in the good-o-days(Aka Secondary School days).He imagined Christopher to be a waitor,while Barney to be a barber.He himself?A chicken rice seller.Thats how i see it.Well,some might attain their dreams,some might fail trying to reach.Some might not even pursue their dreams at all.Whatever it is,its curious and interesting,to see how people will turn out in ten years' time.Perhaps they might still be the same as now?Haha.We'll wait and see.I'll keep you guys updated on that,if this blog still exists in ten years time.:)

Oh,and i just saw "About a Boy" on Star Movies.Great movie.Side bursting laughter.You have to check it out.:)

Quotes of the Day:
Will,'The thing is, a person's life is like a TV show. I was the star of The Will Show. And The Will Show wasn't an ensemble drama. Guests came and went, but I was the regular. It came down to me and me alone. If Marcus' mum couldn't manage her own show, if her ratings were falling, it was sad, but that was her problem. Ultimately, the whole single mum plotline was a bit complicated for me.'

Will,'I am an island. I am bloody Ibiza!'

Will,'I'd be the worst possible Godfather. I'd probably drop her on her head at her christening. I'd forget all her birthdays until she was 18. Then I'd take her out and get her drunk. And, let's face it, quite possibly try and shag her.'

Will,'Once you open your door to one person anyone can come in.'

[Regarding the first SPAT meeting]
Will,'I'll tell you one thing. Men are bastards. After about ten minutes I wanted to cut my own penis off with a kitchen knife.'

Fiona,'Will, am I a bad mother?'
Will,'No. No, you're not a bad mother. You're just a barking lunatic.'
Fiona,'I mean, he's a special - very, very special boy and he's got a special soul, and I've wounded it.'
Will,'Oh, please, just shut up. You're wounding my soul.'

Will,'I find the key is to think of a day as units of time, each unit consisting of no more than thirty minutes. Full hours can be a little bit intimidating and most activities take about half an hour. Taking a bath: one unit, watching countdown: one unit, web-based research: two units, exercising: three units, having my hair carefully disheveled: four units. It's amazing how the day fills up, and I often wonder, to be absolutely honest, if I'd ever have time for a job; how do people cram them in?'

Will,'It was terrible! Terrible! But driving really fast behind the ambulance was fantastic.'

Ellie,'You like rap?'
Marcus,'A little. It's by black people mostly. And they're pretty angry most of the time. But sometimes they just want to have sex.'

Marcus,'I got the letter. Thanks.'
Fiona,'Oh my God. I'd forgotten.'
Marcus,'You forgot? You forgot a suicide letter?'
Fiona,'Well I didn't think I'd have to remember it, did I? Did you read the part where I said I'd always love you?'
Marcus,'It's a bit hard for you to love me when you're dead, isn't it?'

Will,'My life is made up of units of time. Buying CDs - two units. Eating lunch - three units. Exercising - two units. All in all, I had a very full life. It's just that it didn't mean anything.'
---"About a Boy"(2002)