80s Nostalgia and the Lost Soul of the Universe
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I let my mind wander back more than a decade ago, where I was but a child.
A world of wonder captivated me, with sweet drinks in plastic tubes and bus conductors that had brown vinyl bags.I remember him punching holes in these colorful tickets along a bumpy bus ride.I remember the wind in my hair, where glasses were black and thick.People smiled more and were more forgiving.I remember running around in school, and watching fire engines speed pass the junction from the Methodist Book Room.
I recall watching cartoons in the evenings after school on RTM 2, my first tast of flying space robots and heroic pilots of toys that talk.I remember the coolness of the grass after my mum had watered the garden, and I just walked on it..letting the cool blades of grass tickle my sole.I still see the koi swimming around and I remember the way they swam to me as I fed them.Sometimes lunch would be a meal from the hawker centre down the hill, with a nice drinks seller who sold fabulous otah.
I look back, and the sky had a pretty blue air to it, a sense of hope and anticipation of growing up.I remember the brick walls of the National Library, and gazed at couples walking down Fort Canning in suits and gowns as we rested after a softball match.It was there that I realised that God existed , and that He gave me the strength to run just that bit faster than my friend.Ah, the innocent wants of a kid.
Yesterday I hear of men and women who calmly watched a man die on a track, not even lifting a finger to halt the train or even attempted to do so.
Now all that is gone, and even though my world looks more glitzy and pulsating.I can't help but wonder if that heartbeat is mechanical and that the real world has died a long time ago, and we are but batteries keeping this falseness alive.And our charge is slowly dying day by day, unless we find the socket that gives us our power.
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Anyone feels the same way?
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I wish I could stop a train by lifting one finger. But I think people shouldn't jump off train tracks in the first place you know, very inconsiderate.Originally posted by LazerLordz:Yesterday I hear of men and women who calmly watched a man die on a track, not even lifting a finger to halt the train or even attempted to do so.
The world looks good from here, but wait, let me take off my rose coloured glasses. BUT WAIT, maybe I won't...
Look on the bright side, at least you live(d) in a house with a lawn and a koi pond this life-time.
You must DECIDE to be happy!
You must SEE the goodness of this world. Even if you don't, you got to live in it anyway.
PS: Jumping onto a train track is not an option, but if you must, please don't do it during peak hours. I thank you on behalf of the commuters of the Republic of Singapore. -
WTF?Originally posted by ilovemyrolex:I wish I could stop a train by lifting one finger. But I think people shouldn't jump off train tracks in the first place you know, very inconsiderate.
The world looks good from here, but wait, let me take off my rose coloured glasses. BUT WAIT, maybe I won't...
Look on the bright side, at least you live(d) in a house with a lawn and a koi pond this life-time.
You must DECIDE to be happy!
You must SEE the goodness of this world. Even if you don't, you got to live in it anyway.
PS: Jumping onto a train track is not an option, but if you must, please don't do it during peak hours. I thank you on behalf of the commuters of the Republic of Singapore.
Dude, I posted some observations.Not a chilling suicide note man..
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LazerLordz, what beautiful prose.
You write very well.
I do remember those days when the bus conductor would punch a ticket before passing it to you. The tickets came in many different colours, according to the value of your fare. Then came the automated one-man ticketing system and there were no longer bus conductors.
Those whimsical days are truly gone...
And btw, I think ilovemyrolex was trying to be satirical in his writing and didn't mean to offend you nor send any wrong messages promoting suicide. -
Haha, on second reading..it does seem so.Originally posted by Rhonda:LazerLordz, what beautiful prose. You write very well.
I do remember those days when the bus conductor would punch a ticket before passing it to you. The tickets came in many different colours, according to the value of your fare. Then came the automated one-man ticketing system and there were no longer bus conductors.
Those whimsical days are truly gone...
And btw, I think ilovemyrolex was trying to be satirical in his writing and didn't mean to offend you nor send any wrong messages promoting suicide.
Hey man, no offence intended ya
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sorry dude. I was in a dark mood yesterday evening.
Yes, I wish I was a kid again.Originally posted by LazerLordz:WTF?
Dude, I posted some observations.Not a chilling suicide note man.. -
Hmmz...the old days are gone....oh well...
At least you lived through it once
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I amend the postscript as follows:
PS: To anything thinking about jumping onto a train track, please don't.
but if you insist, please don't do it during peak hours. I thank you on behalf of the commuters of the Republic of Singapore. -
PMPOL..Originally posted by ilovemyrolex:I amend the postscript as follows:
PS: To anything thinking about jumping onto a train track, please don't.
but if you insist, please don't do it during peak hours. I thank you on behalf of the commuters of the Republic of Singapore. 
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Gackt247, English pls?
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Originally posted by ilovemyrolex:I amend the postscript as follows:
PS: To anything thinking about jumping onto a train track, please don't.
but if you insist, please don't do it during peak hours. I thank you on behalf of the commuters of the Republic of Singapore. -
A proper reminiscent post:
I remember I did this art project in primary school.
I drew a mickey mouse and instead of colouring it, I used ripped pieces of bus tickets to fill in the colours. I had to collect so many tickets. Mum helped out lots! That's 20 years ago! -
Oh wow... I really hope you kept that masterpiece!Originally posted by ilovemyrolex:A proper reminiscent post:
I remember I did this art project in primary school.
I drew a mickey mouse and instead of colouring it, I used ripped pieces of bus tickets to fill in the colours. I had to collect so many tickets. Mum helped out lots! That's 20 years ago!